The past two days had been a whirlwind of activity. Anryoku had made it his duty never to leave her side despite all her protests that she could take care of herself. He always quickly snapped back with the blatantly obvious. If she had been able to take care of herself why had she been kidnapped so easily. It was frustrating really to be watched like a hawk all the time, but she was slowly becoming accustomed to the lax youkai. Inuyasha on the other hand wasn't so fond of her new attachment. When ever the male would try to get close to talk to her Anryoku would seemingly appear out of thin air and sit next to her while they tried to carry a conversation. Every attempt would end up with a stream of curse words and a frustrated hanyou's departure.
Thankfully he knew to keep his distance around the demon slayer who thankfully accompanied Kagome and herself on their walks. The two would gossip about things the slayer could only ponder, but she enjoyed their company more than the lecherous monks. Setsuna thoroughly enjoyed Sango, the two would share long conversations when Kagome was otherwise preoccupied with settling Inuyasha before he started an all out war. Setsuna loved to learn and Sango was eager to pass her knowledge of Demon Slaying to someone, especially a fast learner. Her pure hues soaked up all the knowledge the slayer would speak and when tested she would easily recite the day's lesson allowing the female a boost of pride before continuing the lesson. Maybe if Sesshomaru let them stay long enough they would be able to train with weapons, that way the female would be able to defend herself with out a bow.
She had only run into the monk once or twice thankfully, each time she did not only was Anryoku close behind but Inuyasha as well. It seemed both men were intent on protecting her but their egos were too large to realize they would do so much better working together. She had seen Shippou and Rin almost as much as she had spent time with Kagome and Sango, although their play dates were normally cut short by Euvano Rin's elderly tutor. The tortoise would hobble out to where ever they were playing and pluck both Rin and Shippou from their game despite their protests. His first time spotting Shippou Setsuna thought the poor man would fall into heart failure, that was until she realized he was overjoyed with the idea of another young mind to teach and without second thought to what the poor kitsune wanted he was whisked away to join Rin in her torture.
It was in the baths where things would always get awkward. Kagome and Sango would always insist to bathe with her, something about a trust issue and how they both agreed Anryoku would peep if they weren't there to protect her. So each night she was undressed by Chiyozu and rubbed down with salve for her bruises before being ushered by the old demon into the steaming baths.
It had caught her off guard the first time she stepped foot in the room. Obviously Sesshomaru's father had planned to build his home here, building this room around a natural hot springs that found its way bubbling up from underneath the Earth. Steam poured out of the room through small windows dotting the outside wall while inside the natural rocks and candles kept the atmosphere calm and serene. Setsuna found that while bathing Sango and Kagome enjoyed two things, the first was gossip. She could never have imagined that the female's would spin such yarns while they were trying to relax seeing as fits of giggles would always follow what one said. The second was to inspect the poor human's body.
Their hands were with kind intent yet it seemed that neither really knew the pressure they were using when they prodded her skin. Digging at the bruises and picking at the blistered skin around her neck they were always curious about how they were healing. The female was careful to hide not only her back but her arms from the female's, covering her chest with them she would always admit that she never bathed with others and was still terribly shy. Kind as they were they would let her cover herself until Chiyozu entered to whisk her away for body oil, more salve and an always warm towel. Thankfully her friends received the same treatment from demons Setsuna could only assume worked under the old caretaker.
It was after her bath on the second evening that Setsuna realized something was amiss. She could understand her lord refusing to dine with them on the first night, but the second was rather odd. She hadn't seen hide nor hair of the male since that night. Frowning the female realized she was the cause for this. She had twisted his arm and now he had a group he wasn't fond of parading around his home. Grumbling to herself while Chiyozu dressed her for bed she finally had enough courage to ask.
"Obaasan..." A soft bleated hnn rumbled from the female's throat and it clicked then what Chiyozu was, a sheep. Her slanted pupils had tipped the female off that the woman wasn't an inu, but she had assumed at least a goat. Yet after the first dinner where she found the servant's had horns she second guessed on what Chiyozu really was. It was all falling in place now. The female wasn't slender, her thick arms and belly comforting when held and her mass of white hair curled tightly down her back, the illusion of wool. How had Setsuna been so blind to it before hand? Bringing herself back to the original question the female took a long breath. "Where is Lord Sesshomaru?" Chiyozu never missed a beat, moving from the soft white kimono to the female's hair the sheep began to comb through the long locks.
"I assume in his study dear. That's normally where he sulks." Setsuna fidgeted under the sheep's hands before the female let a frustrated sigh pass her lips dropping the female's hair. "Come, I'll walk you there." Sliding open her bedroom door the elderly woman let a groan pass her lips. "You're dismissed for the evening Anryoku." The male started only to be cut off by the gleaming eyed youkai. "No. I shall accompany her to our lord and I'm sure he will assist her back." Waving the male away the blue eyed man could only catch a glimpse of the woman inside. Her long black hair billowing behind her body, her skin seemingly even darker against the pale white of her night kimono. Said kimono loose on her body, inviting to prying hands. A lump formed in the male's throat as Setsuna slipped through the doorway walking down the hall with her damned caretaker. He watched the female sway down the hallway before he realized two things. The first was his current arousal from the female leaving his sights. Not only was she a looker, she was intelligent and her scent drove him insane. The second was that if things went badly this evening, which if he knew his lord they would, he would be there to comfort her and inevitably steal her away. A grin stole itself on the male's lips as he turned, one last whiff from the female's room tingled his nose before he retreated down the hallway to his own domain.
A warm hand tangled itself with Setsuna's as her attention brought itself to the elder. She had stopped now and was speaking kindly to the female, a large pair of ornate double doors stood to their right. "You be careful around Anryoku, he hasn't been thinking straight lately." A soft tap of the female's free index finger to the center of the tanned forehead caused clear hues to blink a few times in surprise. "Obaasan, how do you mean?" A grunted bleat passed her thick lips as she shook her head, "no, no. I can't tell you too much more without making assumptions." Freeing the female's hand she motioned towards the door before moving back down the hallway they had come. "You need knock only once, he knows you're out here already." With that the demon twisted the corner, leaving the poor human alone to whatever Sesshomaru had in mind. Mustering her courage the woman rapped on the wood, steeling her hand least she knock another time. A soft mumble could be heard from within and the female slid open the large doors, praying the disoriented words were a welcoming kind.
Sesshomaru knew whom it was long before the frail knock rang. He could smell both Chiyozu and Setsuna's scent long before they wound themselves through his wing of the household. What he didn't understand it why Chiyozu brought her here in the first place. He had instructed the lamb before dinner that he would be retiring from his study to his bedroom and to warn the maids if they entered punishment would be death. The sheep bleated a laugh before the stern look of her lord silence her. He wasn't joking. Yet here the woman had brought him someone, the topic of his disastrous thoughts now stood before him, rather confused and rather undressed. Was this some sick game Chiyozu was playing?
He felt his stomach churn as he watched the female gliding towards him. She was always so poised, she kept her head held high and a smile painted on her lips. He could easily see why the others mistook her for a goddess. The air around her body swirled with pure energy and her tempting scent was the final push. His hand twitched as she rose her own prying a stray lock of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. Oh how he wanted to do such actions, to run his fingers through her hair, cup her face, caress her sides. A snarl tore through his mind at the last thought, there was no physical attraction to the female. She was a plain human. Her thighs were just a bit too fat, her arms just a bit too muscular. Her stomach wasn't fatty, but needed work all the same. Her chest was indeed robust, but because of this her hips were wide, large hips, a sign of birthing hips weren't they? A perfect womb for his pups?
Snapping himself from his disgustingly diminishing thoughts the male scowled at the female who now rested by his feet. Her body crumpled in an honorable bow his eyes couldn't help but roam over her backside. Her torso was long, her spine arching out and around her body to disappear where a large rear sat visible. He felt his throat tighten as he imagined the female's rear in the air, his hands gripping the fatty flesh.
"My Lord, I do apologize for my actions that night. It seems they have thoroughly upset you." Her body uncurled, rising to her feet she twisted her head up the last few inches to catch Sesshomaru's face. The male's hues flashed for a moment before locking on to where he assumed her pupils lie. "I am ready for whatever punishment you see fit." Sesshomaru slowly lifted his hand resting the palm against her cheek the female blinked her hues, rather confused with the soft touch. "I will not consider a punishment if you reveal to this Sesshomaru the marks littered upon your hide. I wish not only to see them but to know why they are there" A flush tore from her toes to her nose and the female nodded. Slowly fumbling with the tie around her waist the material slid apart allowing her dressing to pool around her feet.
The lump grew in Sesshomaru's stomach at the woman's strange actions. He had simply wished to see hem again, yet her sultry movements were driving his inner demon insane. Closing his hues, the male fought every urge to ravish the female at that moment when he felt her body press against his. Her slender hands wove under his top sliding the fabric out from his bottoms and around his shoulders. Lazily she threw the fabric aside letting her hues wander over his flawless skin. A soft hum passed her lips as she circled the male and Sesshomaru's throat tightened even more. Did she know the mating habits of Inu already? Circling a desire, checking their body for marks in which to kiss? Nails dug into the male's palm as he felt her lips brush against the stub where his arm used to be. A soft growl tumbled through his lips and he felt the female pause, had she done something wrong? She simply wished to ease the ghostly pains she knew would be haunting the male. Twisting her head up a blush darkened upon her cheeks, the look spread across his face clearly told her she was to continue.
Dipping her head down she nuzzled the appendage with her nose her hands ghosting the area where his arm and hand had once been. It was almost like she could still feel the battered body part. His firm muscles weaving over vessels and blood, bones and marrow. His skin ivory and impossibly flawless wrapped around the muscle in a tantalizing way. Down towards his wrist the female could almost see the large strips flicked up his wrist and her hues danced across his body, catching the same marks dug into his hips. Her lips parted as a weary sigh passed them, how she wished he could hold her with both arms. Pin her down while caressing her sides. With two arms the male would be able to properly hold Rin, to hold his children when he found a mate, and not have the fear of them squirming free. Her fingers continued their work where his arm had been moving lower to his fingers, delicately sculpting each in her mind. Thin clawed fingers that were noble in their own right.
Sesshomaru was pleasantly surprised with the female's actions. Her tender licks and kisses against his upper arm and it was almost like he could feel his arm again. Like he could flex his fingers, reach out and touch her. His head tilted back at the feeling, it was almost like he could feel her small hands working down his arm, digging into every curve, tenderly touching each finger. Twisting he willed his mind to imagine his arm catching the female's face, running it through her hair.
Golden hues snapped open the same time clear ones did. Both stunned by the contact the male had just made, he was touching her! Sesshomaru quickly lowered himself to her kneeling position running his free hand through her hair as well. His fingers scrubbed against her head causing a stiffened moan to pass her lips the feeling of his nails against her scalp almost hypnotizing. His fingers retreated to cup her face as he scrubbed his thumbs over her cheeks. He had two arms! He could make her moan, feel her face, pull her towards him. Slamming his face forward the male's lips locked quickly with the female's her arms rising from her side to tangle around the male's neck pulling her body towards him. The pair toppled the short distance to the floor the female's back smacking lightly against the wood floor as the male continued his assault on her face.
Ripping his hands from her face he let them slide down her body, the exposed body he had merely asked to see for her scars was now his to mistreat in which ever way he deemed fit. Digging his middle fingers into her sides he traced her curves, the fat of her hips seeming all too pleasing now. She was perfect, she was intoxicating. Ripping his lips away from her own so she could heave in a new breath the male's lips never stopped their assault. Sliding down to her neck they began to massage the skin there his teeth scraping just above where the metal band sat.
Picking his hand from her side he moved it to her neck fiddling with the metal band that sat there before with a soft clatter, the metal fell away. Before she had time to realize the fact he dug his teeth harshly into the base of her neck, eliciting a throaty moan from the female. He shifted his jaws forcing his teeth in deeper and felt the female arch into his body pressing herself closer to him. Her hue slid closed as he withdrew his fangs his tongue slowly sliding out to molest the skin.
As expected the female slipped into unconsciousness the four black marks on her shoulder an obvious statement of what he had just done. With a soft green glow the male dug his family crest into the space between the marks signalling just whom had done such an act towards her. Satisfied with his reaction his own hues flickered gold before bleeding red once again. The demon let a triumphant laugh pass his lips before he hoisted the female into his arms and towards his bed mat. She had healed him both physically and mentally, he now had no reason to dislike the female, to say she was unfit to be his mate. Grumbling the red seeped from his eyes to allow horror to flicker through the golden orbs at the sight of the female's neck. With the last of his energy the male's hues closed again and he drifted into slumber clinging to his sleeping female.