Warning: References to smut
Chapter Forty-Four
Youki crackled, giving off its own hum of energy as Sesshoumaru slowed to a leisurely walk. Two female demons slinked around the corners of his awareness, so he scented the air, assessing them. Their location and timing were convenient, but Sesshoumaru was no easy lay despite his condition.
He had certain principles.
One demoness was young, a virgin. She had heeded his call merely out of confusion and a misplaced desire to appease someone strong. She would submit because she did not know any better, cowing to his power. A lesser demon would've taken advantage of that.
Sesshoumaru bypassed her.
A kitsune flitted further ahead, teasing him with brushes of youki, trying to draw out a reaction. Sesshoumaru kept walking. He did not lay with kitsune women. It was not an issue with breeding; they were pureblooded and strong.
But also infamous for trapping powerful demons looking for casual sex into binding matings. He'd also heard stories of them masking their heat and getting pregnant by their unsuspecting partner with the intention of climbing social ladders or causing mischief with scandals. Their magic was potent and not to be trifled with.
Picking up another scent, Sesshoumaru stopped. He then headed in its direction.
A black inuyoukai sitting silky and dark-haired awaited him in a clearing full of wildflowers, eyes dancing.
"I did not know you were so nearby, Lord Sesshoumaru. Or...could it be that you hurried here?"
He hummed, expression frosted over with indifference.
"You understand what I require."
"Oh you needn't be so unromantic," she smiled, brushing a hand over inky black hair to expose her neck. "But yes, I have an itch to scratch as well. Ships passing in the night… I understand the arrangement you seek. You never take anyone as your mate, nor am I looking for one."
Sesshoumaru gave a curt nod, lifting a hand to halt her as she began undressing.
"That will not be necessary."
"Hm? You really do want a quick fuck if you want to keep our clothes on," she tsked, arching a brow.
"Your comments are not necessary either," shifting, Sesshoumaru allowed fur to ripple forth from pale skin. He did not wish to talk. He did not want anything else. Just the cold satisfaction of release in a tight, warm woman. Perhaps that was callous of him, but he made certain the demons he slept with were under no false assumptions. He sought nothing more than the carnal act of rutting.
His form changed, red mists obscuring him from sight- a snowy white dog demon bursting forth from it.
The demoness hummed, following suit. A black inuyoukai looped around him, running through the trees before bowing her top half low- angling her hips up in typical lordosis behaviour.
Sesshoumaru bared sharp canines and snarled. Taking his teeth to her neck, he forced her to lay flatter, allowing him an easier angle due to his three-legged form complicating matters.
Females knew not to comment on it. His displeasure was not something anyone sought to provoke. All the same, he could feel the ripple of disgust they always tried to hide. He ignored it for the sake of sating his ridiculous amount of pent up sexual frustration.
As he reared up on hind legs, mounting the demoness however, Sesshoumaru hit a snag in his plan.
Namely, the lack of hunger on his part. He could do it, of course. He'd built up enough desire from inhaling the damn miko's… situation. But in the back of Sesshoumaru's mind, he found himself disinterested. He felt no passion. This would be cold, hard fucking. The satisfaction and release would come, but he could not claim to be mentally stimulated or engaged.
The female whined with annoyance, clearly frustrated he was tarring after forcing them to hurry.
Sesshoumaru shook himself and closed his teeth over her the scruff of her fluffy neck to get a good grip, pushing himself inside her.
It was necessary, and he took his pleasure. He took it and enjoyed it in the way that one indulged in stimulation, closing his eyes.
Imagining a different shape beneath him- his hips pumped harder. Her happy whines faded until they sounded almost human. Heat spiked, lust tightening inside him.
Red eyes snapped open then- realising too late what he was doing by letting in such fantasies. But it was too late. He panted hard- howling, yearning for it, and all that was needed was just a few more thrusts. A few more seconds of picturing something foreign and dangerous. Shuddering, Sesshoumaru growled- the demoness' form bleeding away from his mind's eye, replaced with sun-kissed skin and long legs.
Blue eyes begged him, rosy lips parted.
'Sesshoumaru..'
Kagome awoke to the feeling of youki faintly brushing her senses. Familiar. She immediately sat up and glanced around, finding Sesshoumaru absent.
Was he fighting someone? Did he need help? His youki felt so agitated, flickering like wild embers overspilling from a hearth. It reminded her of when they'd been in her bedroom together- pressed close, barely restrained. He needed... something.
Grabbing her spear and rising, Kagome headed in the call's trailing direction. She passed by a dozing Jaken with careful, hushed footsteps. Ah-Un crooned softly, staring after her.
"It's okay, boys. I just want to see if he's alright."
The dragon made another noise, trying to call her back as Kagome jogged away, hearing Jaken's squawk as he was no doubt rudely awakened.
"Ah- miko!"
Ducking beneath low-hanging branches, Kagome navigated as best she could within the dark, suffocating forest- spindly trees with raised roots winding around her feet.
She took careful breaths, keeping her mind far away from any upsetting memories involving forests.
"Wait right there, damn you!"
Odd that Jaken seemed so insistent on stopping her. She'd have thought he'd be pleased Sesshoumaru's 'weapon' was hurrying into battle for hi-
The distant sounds of animal cries caught her attention.
Now, Kagome had heard a few odd noises during all her years in Tokyo. The neighbourhood cats were terribly loud and somewhat alarming to overhear when they came into season. Dogs, she couldn't remember hearing- but she figured it sounded something like the grunts and panting roars she was being subjected to now.
Jaken bumped into her frozen legs by accident, huffing. "I tried to stop you."
Heinous sounds carried across the treetops, causing her stomach to twist.
"Why...is he?"
Jaken sighed, putting his earphones in. "Can you not figure that out yourself, foolish girl?"
Kagome swallowed, stepping around him and backing up. She began hurrying away, heat touching her cheeks as confusion swarmed, buzzing like a disturbed wasp's nest in her mind.
"Hm? Miko?" the kappa called.
She kept moving. She didn't have time for this! There wasn't time to get all weird about whatever Sesshoumaru chose to do in secret.
But it just felt so... strange, knowing she was the cause. This outcome was because of how frisky and horny her stupid period had made him. Was this normal? Did the instinct to mate overcome his logical mind every time he met a demoness going into heat? Could he not stomach human villages because of the smell of women's cycles?
Somehow the image of 'The Killing Perfection' continually falling prey to such things didn't feel likely.
Kagome stopped within their camp, hands balled into fists.
So why was he affected by her?
Lean shoulders dropped, complicated emotion building in her throat. Why did she feel...a little…
Kagome roughly shook herself, sitting down next to Ah-Un and leaning back against their warm round tummy. They nosed at her cheeks gently, mindful of the bruises. She patted them absentmindedly, lips pursed.
This wasn't like the time she'd glimpsed Inuyasha and Kikyo embracing. She and Sesshoumaru weren't romantic. She wasn't crushing on him. But a strange sense of jealousy squeezed her heart anyway. If Kagome could make a guess as to why, she'd wager a sense of possessiveness had taken hold.
Sesshoumaru had been so attentive in his own way. 'My Weapon' he'd called her.
She'd kind of liked it. The name made her feel strong, even if he were only using her for his own means of taking power and winning battles in the long run.
They were Weapon and Weidler, yes. But they were also friends. They'd been intimate with each other on an emotional level, even if it had mostly been one-sided on her part. She'd liked cuddling. She'd liked seeing all the little things- his reactions, his teasing, his sense of humour. They'd all felt like secrets she'd collected. Maybe she'd even selfishly liked having him all to herself.
So what was she to him now?
Was he looking at her as a woman? Did he desire her...as a woman?
Or maybe it was all instinct, and she was overthinking it.
The memory of lips gliding- tongue dragging down her thigh sent a ripple of heat singing straight down to her core. Kagome quickly repressed it, confused and horrified.
Was she looking at him as a man now?
Kagome groaned loudly, muffling it into her hands as frustration welled up inside her, holding back angry tears. She needed to focus on important shit, not whatever dalliances Sesshoumaru got up to.
Round and round her mind spun in circles- until a small green hand nudged her arm.
Blue eyes slid down to Jaken, who sat beside her, gaze averted while offering an earbud.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" she mumbled.
"Hmph, well you are not the only one who has felt unrequited love for our illustrious Lord," he sniffed primly.
Kagome gratefully accepted it, sitting the headphone in her ear and sighing as soothing pop music flowed, relaxing her slightly. "I'm not in love with him."
"Good, because it'll never happen! Now shut up and let Mariya Takeuchi soothe you."
By the time Sesshoumaru returned, he was somewhat surprised to find the miko had moved. She'd curled up beside Ah-Un, Jaken's snoring form leaning against her arm.
Golden eyes snapped away, feeling...cold and barren with horror. He wouldn't be able to face himself for some time, nor admit to what had just transpired.
The fact that he'd essentially lost himself in pleasure by imagining a human woman beneath him instead of focusing on his partner- a member of his own species.