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Dog Teeth
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The Sweet Song of Flesh and Clay
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Disclaimer
I do not own any of the publicly recognized figures in this Fanfiction. Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and Sunrise TV.
Content Warning
This fanfiction is filled with the fuckery of my mind. This fanfiction is explicit and M rated.
Rape, only in this chapter.
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A Note
This is a re-write from the original Chapter 1 that I wrote back in 2015. I want to make this known that I wrote this after a particularly bad time.
If you or anyone you know has been the victim of sexual assault, please seek help.
This is a work of fiction. This doesn't and shouldn't replicate in real life.
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Kagome wrapped her arms around her shaking body, the thin fabric of her long shirt doing nothing to stave off the chilly night air or the melancholy sting residing deep within her skin and her heartstrings. In the dark, she was very much alone without the company of the Inu-Tachi as she did her best to redirect her way back to Edo in the thick of night, yearning to get home and cry into the soft yellow sheets of her bed.
It wasn't as if she believed that Inuyasha would ever reciprocate her past feelings of love, but she couldn't help the biting pain whenever he ran off with Kikyou. It was almost as if he were directly insulting all the pain she had witnessed in the face of the previous Shikon no Miko, but deep down Kagome knew too well her friend couldn't help it. True love was true love, and Kagome definitely did not equal Kikyou in the slightest.
Despite the knowledge and understanding, whenever Inuyasha did run off with the woman, Kagome couldn't help but want to leave the past in favor of the present where chocolate and icecream could heal any emotional wound.
Kagome neglected to tell either the monk or slayer of her midnight voyage, unwilling to wake the slumbering pair or Shippou who had fallen to sleep next to Kirara. She hoped that they wouldn't be too worried about her sudden departure, nor did she wish that they would berate Inuyasha whenever he came back to their camping ground. It was… a dangerous route on her part, but it was only hours from the Bone Eater's Well, and the desire to cease the broken nature of her being easily fueled her legs.
It wasn't as if her heart was breaking every time he snuck off; it was the closeness of Kikyou that put off Kagome.
It was no mystery to the two of them that a soul could only be split for so long before one of the manifestations holding a piece would crumble, and they both knew Kikyou was the main contender for that place with her clay and bone body that was in constant disrepair. Every time that she came around, she came a little closer and the tug of the soul residing within them both pulled sharper. Kagome knew the woman would not blink a single lash if she thought she had a good enough shot to get it.
Kagome sighed and with a low grumble pulled her arms in tighter against the cold, early spring air while mentally scolding herself for ditching her winter clothing so soon in preference for the less stuffy, lighter material of her simple long pajamas that she wore lazily since she shifted from in-class to a homeschooling program.
She often thought about that brash choice to just- call off the whole ordeal of keeping up with school-life and the life of slaying vile creatures both man and monster, but knew it was simply for the best. A double life would kill her twice as fast. There was...no real way she would ever regain the life she used to lead, and there was no real reason to try. But as a plus, her clothing change was far more comfortable in the long-run in many, many ways.
Still. What was she going to do when the Jewel was complete? When Naraku was dead?
If they ever killed that damn spider.
The Miko was brought out of her despondency as a cold drop of water slapped into the glossy waves of her hair, dancing its way down into its roots and sending a shiver down her spine. With teeth clenched and eyes squinted, Kagome looked between the branches of the broad-leafed trees to the inky night sky before another dropped licked her rosy cheek. Blinking in a state of weak shock, a mixed sound of pain and sorrow left her lips.
"Really? Really?!" Kagome shouted at the night sky before it released the cold rain faster; pelting her thin clothing and wetting her hair in only a few short moments.
Teeth chattering and body beginning to shake, she went over her options quickly; to go home and risk catching a cold, to go back and face what may happen in the presence of the undead, or to find a shelter and risk postponing her homeward bound for another day. The decision was quickly made as a blast of cold wind pushed through the trees to stroke her prone body, sending her into another fit of shivers; she would hunker down for the storm to pass over.
Stifling a yelp as drops of cold water trickled down her spine, Kagome stumbled through the brush off the beaten path, eyes squinted as she looked for a possible dry spot out of the wind and rain.
The shivering and lumbering Miko couldn't help but curse herself as wet leaves and slick branches, drenched in the heavy downpour, licked and slapped her skin and flesh through the plaid pants and black tee, gluing the fabric to her goose-bumps and outlining her thin body to a point where nothing could have been left to the imagination.
It was a shame that her umbrella had been rendered completely only days before when Inuyasha had decided to take his rage out on Shippou with it.
Though Kagome had been in the rain for mere minutes, it felt as if she had been running for hours- Soaked through, bone cold. However, she was a natural klutz and when her foot hit a particularly muddy patch at the edge of a slope, she was dragged down by her meager body weight, causing her to let out a sharp shriek of fear.
Before she hit the bottom, only staying upright through the ordeal by sheer luck, her arms that had been instinctively put up as a barrier smacked forcibly against the rough and hard surface of a middle-aged tree. Instead of reacting, Kagome paused, wide blue eyes opening to stare at the slightly mossy bark before a moan escaped her lips
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"This is gonna bruise…" The Miko simpered dramatically, as she shifted herself against the vegetation, looking for her footing to the bottom of the embankment when she was greeted with a godsend; a wide opening laid a few feet away from the bottom of the ravine, hidden from the top by an overhanging of moss and other debris. A small, but genuine, smile lit up the young woman's face as she let out a sound of happiness, kissing the tree before pushing away and making her way down the rest of the slope.
When Kagome reached the mouth of the cave her first impression was that the stone was sickly warm, not alive, but hot with something that was. A spark of confusion latched into the curiosity the Miko felt and the attraction to find out overcame the dulled instincts to run and before she knew it, she had crawled within the chasm.
The inside of her soon-to-be safe haven from the rain was covered in a thick, spore covered moss that was of a dark green color, a calming factor to the woman from the industrialized world. The warmth she had previously felt doubled in its immensity and touched her cold skin like a lover, halting her pained shivered and replacing it with a comforting sigh. Kagome settled herself down at the mouth of the cave, right out of the reach of the cold rain before nestling into the rough blanket of moss.
Kagome let herself relax and brought her blue eyes to a close, fully prepared to let the sounds of the rain hitting the forestry outside lull her into a sleeping state, well, until something else permeated her senses as a small, but audible, noise. Kagome clenched her eyes and tried to block it off, but the sound became akin to a fan that was left on, something small but annoying. it was a sound comparable to a breathy scream, ghost-like and moaning through the expanse of the cave and echoing off the smooth walls.
Panting.
After living in the feudal era for two years, Kagome was well aware of the danger of the unknown, but it never did a thing to stave off the untamable urge to solve and discover. This crippling detail allowed the Miko to turn over, facing away from the mouth of the cave to look down the dark tunnel of the cave. She briefly weighed her options to just play it safe and stay where she was, or be the irrational creature she truly was and venture into the abyss of the cave to find out what was up and lend help if needed. Or run like hell if needed.
Letting out a sharp breath, the Miko pulled herself up to her sneakered feet as begun her descendant into the slightly sloped tunnel, her feet hitting the soft padding of the moss as she went.
A heavy, painful weight landed on her shoulders, tickling her spine with fear and unstringing her composure in a short time as the moss around her became mixed with the under-earth glossy, glowing kind, the darkness of the walls becoming a mess of green and bluish light.
Everything in her mind told her to turn around, to flee back to the entrance, or better yet, flee the cave altogether.
The noise never seemed to become more audible, only shifting in the way it was emitted... as it began as a soft moan or whimper, but now was more like a frivolous pant and it put Kagome off more than anything as she knew something was there. Something unfavorable and the Miko knew that it had realized her presence in the cramped space of the cave and finally she got the hint and twirled on her feet to face the direction of the cave entrance, which now was unseeable at her current point.
Flight or fight syndrome was something the girl was no stranger to, the urge to fight for your life or the urge to run and preserve oneself was something that had been doubly instilled in Kagome's brain and now was the moment that the feeling and the sound of the place got to her and she went full sprint, fully sparked on getting back to the entrance where she believed she would be safe from whatever was sharing the cave with her.
As she moved she was hardly aware of the panting that went silent as she moved, or the figure that wove up soundlessly behind her as she moved before she felt the very warm, clawed hand close sharply over her abdomen and the brush of silver-white strands soon draped over her own black hair.
Kagome let out a short but audible scream as her dainty body weight was taken down underneath the unknown creatures as she was pinned face down onto the sort moss while her attacker had shifted his hand from her stomach to the back of her neck while what she identified as knees collided with her calves to keep them still.
Initial shock and fear coursed through her body as she instinctually writhed under the weight of her attacker, straining to get loose and away from the danger. What had she gotten herself into? Had this been worth it?
All sounds were muffled into the ground as Kagome's upper body and head were pressed roughly into the dirty cave floor. Her hands, small and meek, immediately pulled and tugged at the offensive hand.
The demon, the only plausible identification from the masked aura and scarily sharp claws, paused above her but its strength did not waver or allow her to wriggle free. Kagome felt a cold root of fear crawl up her spine when she heard the audible sniffing of her hair from behind as the thing readjusted itself to push its pointed nose into her raven locks.
A laugh; thick, baritone, and very, very familiar sounded just off of her ear as the demon tipped back, grinding the back of her knees with his own. "Ah, my little half-brother's Miko..."
Kagome's blood went from hot with worry, to freezing cold in the confirmed danger of the ever-powerful daiyoukai; Sesshoumaru. Painfully dangerous, even after so long.
Her struggles only stopped momentarily, pausing like a stunned rabbit, before returning even more frantic than they were before. Even against her best interest, Kagome shoved reiki into her fingers as she dug her nails into his sculpted hand. Get off.
It was almost obvious when Sesshoumaru pressed the horrible edge of his claws into the back of her head and neck, growling so low she could feel the vibrations through her skin. Blood licked down her neck, some gathering into the edge of one of her ears. Fuck.
Kagome felt Sesshoumaru tremble. It was small, friction between his fingers to her scalp and down to the back of her knees. She hoped that she had hurt him-Despite wishing he would just let her go. Maybe, just maybe, this was just to scare her.
But no. It would never be that simple, not for her. The world was out to get her, eat her alive. And so was Sesshoumaru.
He hunched over her, his masculine body swelling and eating up her space. He would smother her with his existence as a whole-
Then he licked her. His tongue hot- so hot, and slightly slimy with viscous saliva as he lapped up from the base of her neck to collect the dark red trails of her blood. Savoring it, letting it rest between her gums. Her fear simmered in its intensity and she was sure Sesshoumaru could smell it, thick in the air, as she whimpered into the ground.
Suddenly, and very unexpectedly, the daiyoukai lifted his heavyweight off of her back, freeing her from his restraints and in response. Kagome lurched up and away from where she was pinned, clasping a hand to the back of her neck and whipping to face the demon lord...and the place that she came from. Sesshoumaru looked as regal as he always did, even with his missing left arm, but something was terribly off; for one, he was definitely blocking her escape, and two, there was something very very strange with how he looked at her.
Like a mix of joy and hatred swirling behind frosted glass.
It was like when Inuyasha was watching a boar or cup of ramen, as if he was staring at vulnerable prey, ready for the taking. It made Kagome's stomach twist and made her almost sick with what she realized she had gotten herself into and without a second thought she sent a blast of unharnessed Miko power at the threat before hightailing it the other direction, hoping that she would find another way out of the cave system without the need of her previous access point.
As Kagome moved, running as fast as her human legs could, she could hear the agitated snarl, something so off character from someone so reserved, echo over the stone walls which amplified the sound.
Soon enough, Kagome could hear the purposeful sounds of Sesshoumaru as he followed her. An obvious thump of feet that she could hear. It was purposeful.
He was fucking with her.
Kagome knew very well that if Sesshoumaru had wanted to, he could just go fucking ultra speed and leap in front of her. Disengage her from the path, kill her with a flick of his remaining wrist. He was hunting her, and that stiff and awful realization, made tears creep into her eyes.
But to hell with that Daiyoukia! She would not go down without a fight. She was no lamb for the slaughter and she would not cock her head to the side and let his maul her. So with a still-untrained hand, Kagome forced a barrier to swell the path behind her. It would not stop him- she wasn't delusional, but it would slow him,
Kagome repeated the progress several times as she ran through the labyrinth, fully prepared to give it her all as she followed the glowing of the moss, the gloomy light giving her way through the hell she was living. It was only getting worse as her footing started to slip and a burn placed itself in her lungs and legs, a horrible consequence of her panicked running and disastrous use of reiki.
It could have been minutes, it could have been hours, it could have been mere seconds. But finally, her body started to give in on itself and soon flight would no longer be an option for her to take and she would have to face the predator whether or not she could win. That time came all too quickly as the curvature of the tunnel sloped together to form a wall where water erosion had failed. The mother of this maze work has left her at a dead end.
Kagome felt like a cornered animal. A worn-out deer in the face of a predator's teeth. Turning back toward where she came from, Kagome weighed her options and thought that maybe, just maybe she could slide past him and into another direction. But those dreams were squashed: the ethereal Lord of the West came into her view, taking up the entirety of the entryway with his glowing lean frame.
Sesshoumaru gave her a satisfactory grin as if to say 'gotcha' in the most sadistic of ways as his carnivorous teeth glinted despite the low light. A human face, a trickery, with a mouth full of dog teeth.
"What do you want?" Came Kagome's meek question as she backed up closer to the wall, her fists curling into balls as she brought her power into her palms, whatever was left in her panicky used reserves.
The daiyoukai chuckled, his bright golden eyes, betraying the fact he was fully sane in this exchange, shown with usually masked glee and the sharp lick of lust.
"A fertile woman, a bitch in heat, walks into the realm of a male." It was a smooth reply as if there was nothing wrong with the implication that it gave. It gave Kagome a prickle of further uneasiness as she processed what he had been saying and in response, she merely clenched her fist tighter and waited for him to make the first move.
Seconds ticked by like minutes as Sesshoumaru visibly sized her up, remembering the quickly healing burn on his side from her previous fury, but she knew he could see her exhaustion made from the current situation and the lack of sleep. Another second and the daiyoukai struck, moving faster than any mortal as he feigned an attack to the Miko's side where she let a blast of reiki, just missing him as the power struck the ground in a bright flash, giving the green moss more of a lavender glow as it sucked up her power.
Kagome watched in horror as he once again flashed toward her but her open-palmed attack did nothing but let a few sparks travel from her pale fingertips, the previous attack had been filled with fear and apprehension, using the rest of her available energy. She was all open now and Sesshoumaru knew this as he continued on his quick-footed path before one-handedly bringing the Miko to her back where he planted himself above her, instincts bring his teeth to her neck to establish that he was alpha and he was going to get what he wanted.
She felt sick to her stomach. Some awful premonition within her told her what he wanted. Disgusting. Terrible.
Kagome, on the other hand, yelped aloud as she collided with the moss padded earth. Scared cold as the demon above her brought those horribly lethal teeth of his against the soft curve of her throat. Her hands, small and girlish, came up to press at the shoulders and chest of Sesshoumaru- nothing behind them, powerless as he nipped hardly at the skin stretching over her jugular.
"Stop!" Kagome cried out, her teeth bared, as she felt him press himself to her. No, She was not ready for this. She was not willing to do this. As hopeless as she still was, she still begged: "Please, I thought you hated humans!"
Sesshoumaru smiled against her neck, letting out a purring laugh exit his teeth as his one hand tore through Kagome's soaked-through shirt that tore like wet paper in his hand. "You taste like power, smell like purity, and you belong to him."
Her heartbeat against her ribcage like a scared rabbit. He was going to eat her.
Kagome shivered and cried as her body was exposed further to the world around her. It left a trail of gooseflesh over her bra clad chest and down to the slight bump of her abdominal fat.
Instead of the same fate her shirt had been given, a clawed finger made its way under the lacey red cloth of her brazier as he looked questioning at it, for only a moment, before cutting the strip between her breasts. Still caught around her arms, the cups slipped from her chest, revealing her chest completely.
Sesshoumaru was clearly ignoring her, his left shoulder resting against her own as he used touch to feel down her front. Pinching and scraping his claws over her breasts. He was insatiable, his own mind- that of a demon, but still, a flawed creation was boiling in its own desire. Lust, rage, revenge. All so synonymous within him.
An eye for an eye, perhaps? But he never took the time to learn 'the world goes blind' as a follow-up. A Kagome was to him, as a writhing sack of meat that allowed his perfection to be sullied. A missing arm in the sight of a court.
There were so many hard fights he had to win. So many sword clashes, teeth clashes. He wanted his reprisal against this holy woman. Wanted her to feel him inside her so she never forgot just how terrible he was.
She was just a mortal woman to him. Expendable. Human. Not recognized as an intelligent individual in his own court, sans Rin.
Kagome flinched again as Sesshoumaru nuzzled one of her breasts, smelling the powder colored lump before running his maple-leaf-shaped, warm tongue across the nipple, leaving it cold and wet. It tingled with the residual acid lacing his gums.
Now she had taken to beating and scratching at Sesshoumaru. Her dull fingernails scraping the smooth planes of his pectorals and ribcage as she thrashed beneath him. It initially seemed to amuse the demon lord, the nails only a minor irritation. Soon, however, annoyance licked his senses as her nails reached high- sliding against his neck and down his cheek. One of her nails caught the corner of one of his eyes.
Sesshoumaru pressed his chest to hers as he snatched her hands, his teeth snipping into the skin of her knuckles, drawing blood in a warning. He would bite her fingers off.
Kagome had barely recognized the fact her hands had been caught until he bit her. A breathless whine of pain curling from her chapped lips as she thrashed again, anguish coloring her pallid. She was having a hard time breathing as he pinned her down, yet her mind raced. She wanted to know why. Connect the dots to why the ever inhuman Sesshoumaru would do something like this.
Even if he got up now, left her here to pick herself up and leave, she wouldn't- she didn't-... God...and he had Rin in his company. This creature has a small human girl in his care.
Without moving his hand and still pressing against her, Sesshoumaru drifted to her face; drifting his sharp teeth against the sensitive edge of her lips. It wasn't as if he, a dog demon, held any sentiment towards kissing. It wasn't in his blood, but he had seen it before.
It was a mockery. To her, to her own sentiments.
He covered her mouth with his own, his teeth digging into the soft skin. Blood coating both of their mouths.
When he let go of her mouth, the Kagome took a deep breath of the dank, musky air through her mouth and nose, becoming fully prepared to scream out at the daiyoukai but finding herself meekly whimpering and wheezing in her pain. She tasted her own blood as she squeezed her eyes shut, turning her head to the side to avoid another taste of his spice, which seemed to only entice him as he began another assault on the side of her neck. Teeth against the skin, blood against the lips.
His teeth held her still as his single hand let go over her shaking hands and drifted down to her pant line, the tips of his deadly claws traversing her skin, leaving her eyes wide and in one last try she jerked her body roughly under his crushing weight before letting out a fearful wail. In response, Sesshoumaru made a noise of amusement- something disastrously between a dog's huff and a chuckle.
Of course, his nail slit her underwear. The leg on her left side falling to the side as it fell away from her vagina, the leg of her pants in shreds- the elastic snapping against both of them. His hand caressed the ridge of her hip, pressing into the sensitive ball and joint socket- like a lover. It was disgusting. It was horrible. It made Kagome choke on her own bile.
She trembled and trashed her hips again, the edge of one of his nails cutting her upper thigh, as his long fingers crept over her pubic mound, before slipping between her labia and against her clitoris. Kagome could hardly feel that beyond the stress and diverted hopelessness of her situation- slowly turning numb as she tried squirmed away from his touch.
Almost as if he could tell she was dissociating; Sesshoumaru placed a bite on her left breast, tearing the flesh ever so slightly, leaving Kagome to cry out, to finally scream. The white lord didn't seem to mind what must hurt his sensitive, pointed ears as he simply continued to take in the blood that dripped from his prey's chest.
In reflex, Kagome's legs pressed together. Muscles cramping as she pinned his hand against her sex, unable to cross her legs under the pressure he extruded.
Huffing a sigh against her cold chest, Sesshoumaru lifted himself slightly, not enough to allow the woman to escape his grasp, but just enough to lift a knee and press it between her legs. The stiffness of his knee against her own was a painful pressure, and against her will, her legs cracked open as he smoothly rubbed her vaginal entrance.
He teased at her, threatening to insert one of his fingers into her- his dangerous claws scraping over the sensitive folds of labia. It made her tense, cramping as the muscle of her stomach and thighs tightened and tried pressing him away.
"No no no, please please stop." Kagome whimpered as she resumed clawing at the shoulders and at the ground, trying to claw her way away from him. Her legs were pinned, her pelvis compressed under that of Sesshoumaru. HIs mouth still on the bleeding skin of her chest, tasting her blood.
If she had her powers, she would have mutilated him.
Between the pads of his fingers, he rolled her clitoris, the roughness of his calluses stimulated the nerves and made the hair stand up along her arms and neck. It was terrifying. She could feel him touch her, could feel it spark against her nerves- disgusting.
It was a relief when he removed his offending hand, his wet fingers pulling away from her genitalia to slick up the edge of her hip and to the expanse of her stomach. His hand briefly put painful weight on the curve of her ribs underneath her bleeding breast. She was afraid, momentarily, that he was going to snap them in- his weight was compressing...oppressive and dark over her shaking body.
Sesshoumaru snatched the wrist of a still clawing hand as he sat up and Kagome could see the blood trickle down his lip. Liquid gold eyes met her and she glared back. She wasn't getting away from this. He knew it, she knew it.
She felt viciously vulnerable. And filled with anger.
So, her hand snapped forward and collided with the sharp edge of his face, the undersides of her knuckles colliding with his cheekbone. The sound radiated off the way, and Kagome could see the sliver of surprise waver in his sharp citrine gaze. It wouldn't have hurt him, but she hoped it implanted a very firm message that she was stronger than he acknowledged.
The leg that was used to hold her thighs apart was brought up to press down on her lower abdomen, causing dull pain as he righted himself into a hunched sitting position; His hand still fixed around her wrist. For a split second, she could practically feel the violence radiating off of the vulgar lord as his eyes narrowed slightly; a growl rippled through his chest and clenched teeth.
Before Kagome could register what he had done, her head was struck to the side as Sesshoumaru slapped her back, sending her into reeling dizziness that left her as good as a cripple. She twitched, her limbs slackening as a concussion set in- her right pupil blowing slightly.
As her eyes tried to readjust from the blurry twirl of the cave walls, she could make out the form of Sesshoumaru as he one-handedly peeled away his hakama and the layers of his shirt, revealing pristine, unmarred skin. It proved beauty only was skin deep.
Actually-no. He was quite ugly now, Kagome amended. Like a ripe berry, so appealing to look at, but when you take the first bite you realize the inside was crawling with maggots.
Sesshoumaru tossed his clothing and repositioned himself over her, balancing on his one hand-
When Kagome finally regained some of her composure, her pretty blue eyes were met with the scathing look on Sesshoumaru's cold face. He looked as angry as she was. Would he just kill her? She couldn't help but feel frightened, a tear slipping down the injured side of her face.
leaving her to whimper in fear of his anger, his wrath that she had seen so many times up close and personal. Not knowing what to do and feeling as if her world had been crushed, her tears doubled as she turned her head away from him and lifted her hands above her chest, spread to brace but not touching the warm skin of the daemon. Sesshoumaru, in return. drug his tongue over he quickly purpling flesh of her cheek, the sore spot radiating warmth. To say the least, it just proved to disgust Kagome more as he touched her.
Kagome had stopped her pleading, her swollen face not allowing her to move her jaw too far, giving her the perception that Sesshoumaru had broken her feminine jaw, or at least, bruised or dislodged it. She couldn't even scream as he did this to her. Her pain, her misery- it would be unheard and her dizziness kept her from gouging at his eyes again.
Was she always to be the damsel?
Sesshoumaru licked at her tears, his strange maple-leaf shaped tongue, drug over the skin around her eyes and against the heat of her injured jaw. As he did this, he aligned himself between her legs; smearing precum across her thigh.
Was he so sick as to be aroused by this? His overpowering of someone obviously weaker than he gave him a hard-on?
Kagome twitched as his weight was placed over her again, his teeth scraping the shell of her ear as his hand worked its way into her hair. Her head lolled into his grip, a stream of blood make its way to her lip from her nose. A noise, like a hiss of pain, came from her mouth as she tried to work her jaw into cursing him.
"Miko."
Nothing. She refused to acknowledge him and simply stayed still, crushed under his larger frame.
"Pay attention."
Kagome was fully prepared to ignore once more until her hair was twisted in the claws of Sesshoumaru, causing her eyes to unevenly drift toward him. Offset and unfocused, she stared at him. Despite the fact he was as stoic as a carving, she could see the smug detail lace around the corners of his eyes. He jostled her head once again.
"You will watch." The words twisted out of his mouth, a half growl.
Kagome had always wondered if she saw his mouth wrong in the dead body of his and Inuyasha's father when he stood over them in his true form; A frayed tongue hanging out the side of his mouth. Three points. But where she was, under him, she could see it thrash like a three-headed snake as he spoke to her.
Kagome sobbed, causing a spark of pain along her jaw while the demon lord's claw ghosted over the back of her neck, insinuating what would come if she would not follow his order.
So she glared at him as he pressed himself into her, the head of his penis pressed tightly against the dry folds of her labia. It was slow but forceful, and Sesshoumaru replaced his hand on her wrists to keep her from trashing against him again.
Trapped, her torso twisted under him- her back arching slightly as disgust roiled her insides. His thighs against her own, something so intimate that it shook her-demoralizing. She wasn't ready for this- would never be ready for this.
Since reaching puberty, and subsequently passing it, Kagome had dreamed of her first time. Most girls did. First, it had been some guy out of a manga, then a European pop star, and then Inuyasha. Short, brief interests that all withered out after time.
Inuyasha, the most recent, had been the most heartbreaking. But how would it work out when every time he looked at her, he saw Kikyou? Didn't acknowledge the fact Kagome's hair was a whole shade darker, her eyes were a cerulean blue, and her skin was tanned. Even the curve of her jaw was different.
She wanted this to be something she shared with someone she could see spending her life with. Someone she trusted and loved to go slow with, that would care for her. Someone she could see having children with, building a home together.
But now some Lord, dead before her true time, was using her like some piece of meat. Like she was a maggot he was taking the day to step on.
He was going to rape her on the floor of this cave. Underground- At least no one would see. Maybe no one would ever know- she could die here. Feeling dirty and ruined, then killed after housing the genitals of the Western Lord.
Stiffly, Sesshoumaru bit the curve of her neck- his teeth dragged over her jugular. It held her still- despite everything she didn't want to die. She didn't want this to be the last thing that happened to her.
In a split second, Kagome was plunged into a new world of pain.
It felt like she was being torn in half. Not 'sawed to death', but a sensation of getting stabbed and stretched. She was dry when he entered, and the feeling was akin to sandpaper against her insides- the only lubrication coming from the blood. God and it was painful.
Kagome let out a choked scream, her body going ramrod. All of her muscles clenched tightly, spastic and twitching as her body both tried to force him out and accommodate his oversized girth.
Against her neck, Sesshoumaru moaned. A sound she hoped he would never utter again.
Black dots swam circles in her vision and tears blurred everything, making their way down her face and into her hair. She could feel blood trickling down her rear and onto the glowing floor. She could even feel the pulse of blood in his penis as it rested within her. It burned.
Kagome wheezed, her teeth clenched, as she stared dully past silken hair to the glowing walls. The minutes rolled by until he moving, his weight on her wrists, as he brought face to hers again- biting her lower lip and sucking at her sweet blood.
Then he moved within her.
It hurt. For fucks sake it hurt and it burned and she hated it. She no longer sobbed, instead, she bit back at Sesshoumaru- her teeth clicking with his dog-like ones.
Then he had the gall to chuckle at her before pulling away and biting at her pulse again, his hips rocking into her. She didn't feel pleasure for it, no, the friction only doing well enough to stimulate some fluid that eased the scrape of their sexes.
She was exhausted, her body falling limp against the floor, fight drained from her body. He continued to move against her, going his own paces as he railed her.
"Give unto me, precious thing."
His voice was still ethereal in her ear, a sound between man and monster. A sound that would make an audiophile squirm. But Kagome didn't understand this. Was this to get back at Inuyasha? Her?
Was this still about that fucking sword? His arm?
It lasted a long time. Perhaps, if this had been consensual and she had sought pleasure from the experience, he would have been good. The stamina he possessed would have been amazing. This, however, was just an elongation of her misery and she found herself almost grateful when the end came.
Power radiated from him, his platinum hair sliding against her face and chest. His strokes became short and powerful, and his youkai was overwhelming in the air. Choking her out as he roared into the cave, hot semen filling her as he slammed his hips against her own.
The air was sucked from her and the black dots were back, swimming faster as her whole body seemed to shake. It was awful- she could still feel him inside her as she faded. The cave rocked around her, spinning. Kagome let it go- she didn't care what happened next as long as she wasn't conscious of it.
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Alright. Chapter 1 has been fixed. The rest of the story will not contain any forced content as this one had. The chapter has been edited as of 11/6/2020