Hillo everyone. Here is (drum roll) le chapetwa ferteen... yep!
Chapter 14: A Break in the Leash
Previously: He took a step closer, almost onto her delicate feet, his nostrils flared, and said through clenched teeth, "You will remove them, my queen or I shall myself, and it will be piece by piece!"
"Stop that, you impudent swine! I am no longer your queen."
Leaning closer, his breath on her face, he whispered, "No, perhaps not, but I am your king."
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Tying the red ribbon in place about her neck, Kikyo turned to look at herself in the mirror.
This is going to work.
Taking up a leather thong, she started playing with her hair. Should she tie up her hair, or leave it down?
I will have him at last.
Maybe she should cut it. The bitch's hair was shorter than hers was, and having it long would not full him in the least.
Inuyasha will be mine!
Reaching into her small sewing box, Kikyo withdrew a pair of silver shears.
How long was the whore's hair?
Facing the mirror once more, she studied herself in the mirror. The long, beautiful, raven colored locks reached to her waist, seeming to float about her as if light from a halo. She took such great care of her hair; it seemed such a waste to just cut them away.
I must have him!
Heaving a great sigh, she turned away from the mirror. Straightening to her full height, Kikyo took hold of her delicate strands, lifted the scissors, and, taking on a determined look, sliced away the length of black.
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Miroku watched silently, a small smile playing about his lips, as Sango slept. His demon huntress was curled on her side, her mouth partly open, a faint snore emitting from her. Her arm was bent at her side, cradling her stomach, as if to protect the child within her. She looked so blissfully unawares of everything dangerous in the world, so happy in her dreams. He wondered what she was dreaming of.
He hoped her fantasies included a very loving and very handsome monk.
He prayed she was undisturbed by the outside dilemmas currently about the castle. The mistress was no further along in letting the prisoners go, even if his friends had finally admitted their feelings for each other. Now she seemed to want to help the others she had brought beneath her roof.
She had spoken of destiny. "Mother earth has taken her precious blossoms to her bosom, if only to protect them from the harsh winter. The lady sea has embraced her young to keep them from the perils of the harsh waters. So as I have done, to bring the hidden to the light… the shadows to the sun."
So the others were fated to love as well.
Kagome and Inuyasha had not been seen for quite some time now. Miroku shook his head, his smile splitting into a full-on grin. He could only imagine what the hanyo was doing to his ladylove.
He could imagine, because it was probably just what he wanted to do to his own love every moment of every day.
Hold her in his arms, breath in the essence that was special to Sango, and just bask in the love radiating from her.
Ok, maybe he would do other things… involving a more in-depth look at her body… and maybe fit in a few caresses…
But hey, he was the Lecherous Monk, was he not? He had a name to live up to.
Yes, he was a pervert, but he was the friend of many of those being held in the castle. Now, he knew only where Sesshomaru was, and they were not even acquaintances, much less friends. Kouga had gone missing just after Inuyasha and Kagome, but that was probably Ayame's doing.
Where were they now, at this moment?
Leaning back, the monk propped himself behind Sango. Turning onto his side, he spooned up next to her, wrapping his arms about her. He heard her sigh, and then whisper his name. The sound of his name spoken in her sleep-induced voice made him extremely happy, and he tightened his hold on her.
Miroku needed to find them. If they were planning an escape, they needed to actually plan a way to leave undetected. Yes, he knew many ways to leave unnoticed, but he didn't know what was outside of the castle, beyond the gardens, beyond the gate. He and Sango had been brought here without knowledge of their whereabouts, and after they had finally confessed their love, they had stayed under the employment of Mistress, because she had planned to help Inuyasha and Kagome as well.
The gods know, Sango may be tough on the outside, but she was a sucker when it came to a happy ending for her stubborn friends.
Speaking of Sango…
Miroku's hand left her side, and proceeded to travel the length of her torso, halting to rub appreciatively at her curvaceous hips. Just a bit lower-
That's when he felt it.
Like a ripple in the sand.
The air was thick, like drowning in ice water.
It was hard to breath, his eyesight growing fuzzy.
The atmosphere was charged, waiting to erupt.
Waiting…
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The pitiful creature. So small, so delicate. Fragile and so easily broken… like brittle paper, waiting for the winds to turn its shape to dust.
Back and forth, back and forth it went. First to the window, then the hearth. Back again to the window, then the door, restless… and unsure, as if it wanted to open itself up and cry its confession to the world.
So easy. So marvelously simple in every way. He could take control; make it his and his alone. No one would nay-say him, not as powerful as he was.
So easy…
No, nothing correlated to Rin was without effort on his part.
Sesshomaru sighed heavily on the inside, watching the petite girl pace about his chambers. What did she want that she couldn't just come out and say it? Why was she so hesitant with him? He could remember a time when everything she had on her mind slipped easily from her tongue, into the world. Every utterance was beautiful, a lilt, fluid and graceful, pouring from her as a resonance from a flute. He had never before savored her speech – no – because he had believed that it would always be with him, forever drifting upon the winds and into his ear.
How he wished for her to say something. Anything, so that he could hear her lovely voice once more.
He would ask. Again and again, he would want for her to speak.
Again and again, he knew, he would fail. Something held back her words, and he suspected whatever she was pondering was the cause of it.
So he satisfied himself by watching her. Though small, her gait was refined, polished, not spot-locked like most short women were. Her kimono fit her perfectly, outlining her elegant curves. Her breasts, though not large, were the ideal size for a man's hands… his hands. Her waist was small, so small he could more than likely touch fingertip to fingertip if his hands were to circle it. Said waist then flared into curvaceous, more than generous hips. Lovely she was, his Rin. No one was as intense on the mind, and body, as she was to him.
What would it be like, he wondered, to be with her? Not as in the same room, but physically, as it was with his mistresses in his homelands. Would she take him quickly, like so many whores? Or would she inspire a tender, more devoted side of him?
Would her milky-white skin be as soft as it seemed? As delicious as he imagined?
Her lips… juicy and succulent like a cherry?
His trousers felt constricting… his collar tight about his throat…
Oh, dear gods, how long was he to last? How could he-
He felt a presence by his side. Lifting his head, he found himself staring straight into the eyes of his beloved. Her gaze was intense, unmoving, and focused so severely that Sesshomaru believed for a moment that she was peering straight into his heart.
Could she do that?
"Rin," he began, "I-"
He felt her fingertips when they gently pressed against his lips. She shook her head, and then removed her hand from his mouth. She never looked away.
She turned away for a moment. She seemed to be gathering herself for whatever she was about to do.
Sesshomaru felt a force move threw the air. It knocked the wind out of him, and he momentarily pressed a hand to his chest, as if to calm his rapidly beating heart.
Rin turned back to face the demon-lord. She clenched her hands into fists, looked him in the eye, and-
Starting backing away, towards the door, her eyes filling with terror.
What was she afraid of? Sesshomaru thought.
He stood, intending to go after her. He had almost reached her, had her cornered at the door, when he happened to look up. Sesshomaru caught sight of his reflection in the mirror hanging above the hearth.
His fangs were extended, the marks of the demon visible on his face.
His eyes… they were violet.
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"My, my, what a bad pup you've been."
Kouga looked into the eyes of the demon. They glowed crimson in the dark, casting a red light over his naked torso.
In vain, he swung his claws at the eyes, only to have them move. Again and again he threw his fists into the face of the enemy… and missed.
"Do you know what you've done, Pet?"
The eyes disappeared. The wolf-prince spun around, searching.
He could not see the demon any longer.
He was not safe.
He heard heavy breathing next to his ear, and turned to see nothing but abysmal blackness. The wet slide of a tongue moved up his neck, the light scrape of fangs grazing his flesh. Still, he could not see.
Where was she?
"I am here, Pet…"
Maniacal laughter echoed through the void. The shrill sound made his ears bleed.
"I am here, always and forever!"
His eyes opened, glazed with fear. Kouga's breath came in rapid successions, like the staccato beating of a drum.
After what seemed like many hours, his nerves quieted, and the shock subsided, leaving him feeling numb and tired.
A nightmare. It was only an illusion of the mind.
Kouga sighed in relief. The fear was for naught.
The demon, that had seemed so real, was nothing but a trick of the psyche. He let out a shaky laugh, trying to rid himself of the remaining sparks of dread.
But… it had seemed so real.
Yes, he knew it to be false, but still… the eyes had truly terrified him. During the whole of the vision, he had felt an overwhelming sense of being powerless… weak. There had been a deep knowledge of his coming doom.
His end was to come. In the world of dreams, he was to be destined to his doom.
Nevertheless, a weight lifted from his chest, his breathing no longer stifled.
It was nothing.
"Wakey, WAKEY! Rise and shine, Pet!"
Kouga jumped at the sound of the demon's voice, jerking upward. Well… almost. When he tried to sit, to get away from the creature, a searing pain shot threw his wrists and up to his shoulders. He lay once more on his back. Looking over towards his hands, he saw, with dismay, the chains circling his wrists.
He was stuck. The demon had him!
"Well look who's awake!" Ayame's voice jarred his brain. A headache began dancing behind his eyes.
Dear gods, why? What had he done to them?
Ayame's face came into view. Her striking red hair was tied at the neck, and a daisy rested behind her ear. Her big emerald eyes were sparkling with glee. Obviously, the girl still "loved" him.
Oh, joy.
"Darling, what's the matter? Why the frown?"
Like she didn't know.
Kouga sighed. "You. Ayame, what the hell are you doing?"
She hesitated, and then began to nibble on her lower lip. Kouga felt a flash of heat spread through his chest.
It was anger, he tried to convince himself.
"Well," she spoke, her voice low. "I wanted you here with me."
Kouga gave her what he thought was his most annoyed look. He used it on Dog Boy all the time, so he figured it was a good one, since it got his blood boiling.
It worked. Sort of.
"Don't you give me that face, Kouga." A blush covered her cheeks, her own anger apparent. "Every time I try to spend some time with you, you run away and play your silly games!"
Games? "What games, Ayame?"
She gave him what he could only describe as an exasperated look. "You always wanted to play tag. Or hide-and-go-seek. We never get to just sit and talk anymore."
"We never talk."
"See! Exactly my point, you don't ever want to be alone with me."
She pulled away, and the wolf-prince turned his head to watch her movements. He watched as she walked over to a little table in the corner of the room. She pulled her hair from her leather tie, then, taking up a brush, began to run it through her long red hair.
She remained silent, so Kouga took the time to look about the chamber. The walls were draped in midnight blue damask, the candle light making the fabric seem almost mystical with beauty. The room held a very large, dark-stained armoire, with two matching side tables on opposite sides of the room. A chaise lounge sat between the fireplace and the bed he was strapped to, and it was liberally littered with pale blue silk pillows, along with furs dyed dark blue as well. Beside the settee were two silk covered, high-back chairs, both framed in what looked to be silver.
The room was very large, as well as very well furbished.
The bed, he noticed, was a canopied bed, surrounded by light blue netting. He could feel more furs beneath his body, and very large, feather pillows under his head.
Since when had Ayame come into so much money? When had she left the pack?
"I guess you're wondering why I left the pack, and where all of the money came from."
Guess that answered his question. Had he said his thoughts aloud?
"Yes," she answered from across the room, "you did, just as you did now."
Okay then. Kouga shut his mouth, not wanting to speak his thoughts out loud by mistake.
"Well," she started, "after you left me again for Kagome, I began wandering across the land. I'll tell you, sweeting, it's not an easy thing to just walk around anywhere. I found myself lost many times. Anyway, one day-"
Her voice drifted away, replaced by a dull roar sounding in his ear. The sound increases quickly, and soon he could hear nothing but what sounded like the wind flying rapidly across the earth. His vision blurred… becoming fuzzy. His headache grew steadily, the pressure pounding away.
He hungered…
"So then I found a beautiful river. It sparkled… kind of like your eyes Kouga-"
Ayame's voice lodged in her throat, a hand circling her neck. She heard the clink of a chain, and weighty breathing. "Kouga," she started. "Kouga-"
The hand on her throat tightened briefly, silently commanding her silence. She obeyed, not wanting him to hurt her. She could feel the waves of his violent ambiance flowing steadily from his body and into hers.
How had he gotten out of his chains? Ayame had gotten them from Mistress herself. Many heartbeats later, the pressure of his hand lessened, then began a slow, almost tender caress. She sat still, waiting for him to make the next move.
Boy did he ever! She felt his breath on her neck, then his lips. He had his face buried in the juncture of her shoulder and neck, just… breathing. Inhale, exhale… inhale, exhale… inhale-
Lick
An intense tremor set course through her body at the feel of his tongue on her flesh. Goosebumps rose from her arms, proudly displaying the magnificent feel of his mouth. Again and again, he licked her, placing light nips and bites as he went.
She felt the place between her legs grow hot. Hot and wet, the lips of her most sacred treasure swelling, spreading as if to welcome Kouga into their depths, and into her own heaven.
She leaned into him, only to have her prince pull away. Reaching, she laced her fingers through his hair to hold him to her. His eyes met hers.
The vibrant purple surprised her for a moment. A moment only, as her eyes began to close at the extraordinary feeling of her prince.
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Inuyasha reached over the divan to grab a slice of peach from the plate on the floor. He took a bite, relishing in the way the soft flesh of the fruit slid over his tongue and down his throat. It reminded him of Kagome, and the way it felt to give her pleasure with his mouth. How it was to run his tongue over her breasts, then down her belly to lick and lave her belly button. The feel and taste of her as he brought her to completion with his mouth against her-
He took another bite.
At the moment, his lover was elsewhere, doing heaven-knows what. But he could wait.
He would always wait for her. Gods knows he had waited this long to have her.
That had been his fault though. So he really only had himself to blame.
Inuyasha laid himself back on the soft cushions of the sofa. Stretching his legs out from his body, he crossed them at the ankles, and then placed his arms under his head for support.
Yes. It had been his fault. For so many months he had just ignored her, angered her, ranted and raved her, and for what? Because he had been a little afraid of what he had been feeling, because it had been so different from Kikyo…
It had not been fair for Kagome. She had tried to hard to make him happy. His miko had brought him food, mended his battle scars… disagreed, quite loudly, with everything he had said. The yelling had been a waste of time, he saw that now.
Well, okay, she was so easily flustered, and was stunning when angry. The blush in her cheeks; the stars dappling her eyes when she was totally into their fight, made her so beautiful, so alive!
Maybe he should have told her about his teasing, and why he did it. Then maybe she would not get so mad at him.
Nah.
A hair fell into his eyes, and absently he reached to wipe it from his face. When his hand reached his hair, and his fingers brushed the silver strands, a ripple of pleasure raced through his body. Frowning in confusion, he pulled his hand away to stare down at it. 'What the hell,' he thought. Again, he reached up to touch his hair, and once again, the tingling sensation of desire coursed through his veins. This time he did not pull back, instead burying his hand deeper into his hair.
It felt marvelous. He began to message his scalp, almost purring at the intense feeling it created. Taking his other hand, he moved it up to join its twin in the same ministrations. His whole body was warming up; the fire in his belly growing.
What would it feel like to pet his ears?
Hesitantly he removed his hand from his head, and then lightly stroked it against his furry dog ear.
Shivers shot through his body. His cock swelled to completion, his balls tingling, so close to climax he could hardly stand it. He kicked his feet back and forth slowly. The agonizing, wondrous prickling in his genitals was enough to make his eyes cross.
As he continued to pet himself, he felt a third hand, a foreign hand, slide across his upper torso. The nails gently grazed his nipples, and Inuyasha moaned, arching his body upwards, hoping to entice the hand to caress him again.
It did. Over, and over, and over it touched him just where he wanted it.
Kagome was so wonderful to him. She alone did this to him.
Although why she smelled of candle wax and dirt instead of roses, he did not know, but by the way she was making him feel, he really couldn't care.
His body was completely oversensitive. The sensation of her breath blowing across his skin raised his skin. Her hair was like silk pouring over his body. It was breathtaking, literally, as Inuyasha's breathing went from sporadic to rasping and low.
Turning to look at her, to see her beautiful face, he was startled, and no less disappointed, to find that his vision was hazy. All he could make out was her luscious black hair. When she bowed closer to him, her lips touched his pectoral, and her raven locks swept across his chest.
He closed his eyes, loving the feeling of his beloved, all while wondering why she had gone to find her school uniform now.
Meanwhile…
Kagome twirled about in a circle, stifling her laughter that echoed to the ceiling.
She felt fantastic; the colors in her world were so much brighter, the air cleaner, the essence of life so much stronger!
After the wonderful time she had spent with her lover, nothing could touch the happiness dancing inside of her. She felt as if they had finally connected on a deeper bond then that they had shared over the jewel shards. Now they, at long last, were starting to go beyond hugs, unwanted blushes, and small flirting sessions. The couple had shared something more important between them, and Kagome was happy for that.
After a few steps, Kagome's step faltered, and she came to an abrupt halt where she stood. She could feel her smile fading, her mood growing dim. 'Yes', she thought, 'there are still things that can ruin my perfect mood.'
There were still so many things unspoken. She loved him, whole-heartedly, no doubt whatsoever of that. If she could just paint a staircase to the sky to claim the stars for him, she would have reached even further for the light of heaven to shine upon his silver hair.
She continued walking back to their chamber once more.
Did he love her in return? It had certainly seemed that way. She was so confident that his tenderness, the soft look in his eyes, had meant more to him then simply caring for her.
What would she do?
Well, the obvious answer would be to ask him straight up, and not hide behind hints and nudges.
Yes! That was what she would do, to see if her soul mate truly loved her in full, the way she did him.
Coming to a stop in front of the chamber door, Kagome reached for the handle, the cold metal burning into her flesh. The bolt clicked open, and the door began to swing open…
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Cliff of the hanging… or cliffhanger, whatever you prefer.
So, yeah, as an apology for late updates, I have not only given you this chappie, but a completely different story as well. It's a one-shot yaoi (yeah, yaoi) written and inspired by my beta and bestest friend. She loves the manga FAKE, so I thought to give her a Halloween themed story. It's adorable, funny, sexy, and full of smutty lemoness, so please read… and enjoy! Oh, the name is Lick Your Treat by (drum roll) yours truly!
Happy Halloween, Sahmain, All Hallows Day, All Saints Day, and Noche de las Brujas!
Miroku: Sango…
Sango: (turning to face him) yes?
Miroku: (big grin) Trick or Treat! (pulls out a plastic pumpkin head)
Sango: (surprised) Oh! But, Miroku, I don't have any candy.
Miroku: (smile never faltering) I know. Trick or Treat!
Sango: I don't have any!
Miroku: That's okay. Trick or Treat!
Sango: (annoyed) Miroku, I don't have ANY candy!
Miroku: Sure you do.
Sango: (confused) No I don't.
Miroku: Yep, you do, I promise. Let me show you.
(Reaching forward, Miroku grabs the back of Sango's head and pulls her forward for a deep kiss. Pulling back, Sango gasps and opens her mouth to pull forth a cherry.)
Sango: A cherry? That isn't candy.
Miroku: Not that specific cherry, no. I was thinking of that beautiful treat, your own cherry, nestled betwixt your thighs.
Sango: (blush)
Inuyasha: A sentimental Halloween. Gross. (turning towards the audience) Trick or Treat!
(Thousands of pieces of candy come pouring onto the stage, burying Inuyasha beneath brightly colored wrappers.
Inuyasha: (muffled) Not fucking funny, you stupid – Oh! Licorice, mmMMMmmm!