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AN: There is non-consensual sex in this chapter at first, read if you want, will mark with xxxx at the beginning!
Stumbling she kept on running and screaming, fearful of him, wondering why he had suddenly turned on her. She felt that her lungs would certainly burst under the immense pressure of over exertion; that her legs would give way beneath her at any moment and yet she ran. Despite the frantic hammering of her heart, the thick raspy gaps or air that she took, she ran.
Hard behind her she heard his breath and the heavy strikes of his feet against the ground and then he was upon her, sweeping an arm around her waist. She struggled wildly, desperately in his hold; he paid her efforts no mind except for the crushing pain of his hand around her waist as he restrained her.
He paused, looked down on her with eyes filled with detestation and growled out his frustrations. She whimpered and closed her eyes tightly so as not to witness his ire and the pain that she saw seeping into the pits of his eyes.
He didn't give her a moment to breathe before her eyes flashed open with pain as he viciously grabbed her arms and swung them behind her back, holding onto them firmly, she grunted with the lengthy shock of pain shooting up her arms. Effortlessly he lifted her off the ground with his free hand like she weighed nothing and stalked angrily inside the house.
Jun and Momo rushed to aid her on hearing her cries but stopped dead in their tracks as a red eyed demon lord glared at them menacingly. They retreated, backing away slowly from him as none of them was a formidable match for him.
"Help me please!" Kagome begged as her two caregivers steps took them further away, leaving her alone and fearful.
Momo hesitated and Jun grabbed her hand and pulled her away from the scene quickly. Kagome screamed louder and began to struggle anew. She bit deeply into his side, his body tensed a little, however he gave the sting as much attention as he would bestow upon a pesky bug. He was at the end of his patience and relentless, she would not escape him. She screamed even louder; he grimaced as her cries penetrated his ears.
She had to save herself; no one would rescue her now. She called upon her powers but they remained dormant, terrified she could not concentrate long enough for it to aid her. He kicked the door open and threw her down on the bed hard, its softness cushioned what would have been a horrible fall, and immediately she got up and bolted.
If she could only make it through the door and to Ah-Un she would be safe she kept on telling herself as she reached for escape. But not even her mantra or the force of her will would be enough to spare her. He was swift on his feet and blocked her path; there was little space for her to move as he trapped her between his body and the door frame.
Cornered she spun around and faced him, her hands balled into tight fists and her lips quivering, she pleaded with him. "Please Sesshomaru don't hurt me…I don't understand. What did I do?"
Fierce amber eyes bore into hers without sympathy and replied back. "I will not heed to your words this time. Do you believe me to be a fool?" He queried, his words as harsh as his eyes, and with a slight shift of his arms the cage narrowed.
Kagome closed her eyes and breathe deeply, he was too close, his presence was suffocating and she was terribly afraid of his raw emotions. In all the times that he'd pursued her she was fearful but never this much. There was violence about him so cruel, moving through him deliberately.
Finally she could feel her powers now, simmering just below. She reopened her eyes and lifted her head to look at his face. The aggression there was like hell fire and she felt somehow that he knew of her affair. But how could he know? She had bathed herself very thoroughly.
She shook her head in confusion, he squinted while scorn turn up the corners of his mouth in a crude mocking smile.
She gasped. "You know don't you, but how?" She inquired suspiciously.
He didn't answer; she need not know that he had been there and had seen her little moment of intimacy, and that his nose could still scent the deception even though she had washed herself.
He grasped her swiftly by the neck before she could even think to act and shoved her in front of the mirror. Her clothes dishevelled, riding low on her shoulders made it easy for her to see the dark red marks on her neck and shoulders. She swallowed harshly; she hadn't even known that they were there.
He spun her around to face him immediately after he had seen the defeat on her face. Her head lowered but she was not about to cry, that she would not do before him again, and she refused to show weakness now that she knew why he had attacked her.
Time and again she had assured herself that she would be strong, she would not break, yet she was still dangerously close to falling to her knees; plead with him for his forgiveness, beg him to love her and submit to him.
But she would not do it. In his intimidating rage, she barely knew him and she was trembling. She longed to escape. Why did she come back to him? She asked herself. Did she have a death wish? No. Neither was she a doormat. Wildly she exploded at him for his hypocrisy. Her eyes flashed with fiery contempt and he stepped back, feeling the slow burn of her powers.
She could see nothing; feel nothing except for the rapid beats of her heart as she screamed at him furious. "You spiteful hypocrite. How dare you attack me for doing something that you have engaged in with random females at your leisure? Do you think I am your property that you can use and then toss aside as you want? Well I am not."
She felt dizzy and she feared that she might pass out. She went limp and really looked at him; because he had kept quiet the entire time while she'd yelled at him. And suddenly the violence rose like exploding steam between them, and the only stride that he made brought them face to face again. The fire of his fury seemed to leap from him to encompass her. She promised that she would always fight him; and he swore to tear her limb from limb.
He stared at her clenching his jaw against the desire to strike her down where she stood. He despised her. He smiled without amusement. The woman infuriated him so much that he had to clamp his hands into tight fists so as not to reach out and snap her neck.
Why was he so tolerable of the disrespect and outburst that she meted out on him? His very nature screamed at him to make her pay. But he would control the urge to punish her, he was too mixed up right now and his feelings he could not trust.
He stepped away; although hard he was willing to let it go. He really did not have a right or claim over the woman as she so rightfully put it. Kagome's body relaxed as he moved away, but still she was not yet ready to let this go.
There was more to his anger than he was letting on, a few hickeys was not enough for him to draw a definite conclusion. She was certain that he knew more and was hiding it from her. She was nobody's fool and whatever he was keeping from her she would find out.
As she walked to the door she paused and gazed at him. "Perhaps you should kill me now, for I will always fight you," she said calmly, but with enough venom to get her message across.
He chuckled darkly; his body shook with burning tension. Keen awareness scorched him and he was barely in control. Surely she teased him and he wondered why. Maybe she hoped that he would lose his composure altogether and kill her, he was no one's puppet and would not let her play him.
She saw his eyes and saw the thunder and cared not for it. "Tell me Sesshomaru," she said sarcastically, "while you watched did you like what you saw?"
She stared tauntingly at him for a few moments afterwards and he saw the quiver that ran across her lips, whether from piousness or rage he knew not nor did he care. He hated her, despised her at the moment. And all that filled his mind was the terrible physical limitation of his wrath.
Like a rushing strike of wind he made after her, he had no thoughts or feelings except for the pain that she inflicted deep down inside his soul. He saw her eyes darting for the door desperately seeking emission, she was close to it but he wouldn't let her escape him. He moved so swiftly that she only felt a gust; the next thing she knew was that her path of escape was blocked by his body.
He had to be cruel, pay no mind to her pleas if he wanted to bring her to submission. She'd sent out a challenge to him just now and he would answer it.
"Bitch, you will pay for your loose tongue!" He addressed her, and with a sweep of his hand he pinned her arms high above her head, smashing them into the wall before she could use her powers against him, then he let them go. They were numb and hardly useful to her at the moment. She cried out but that was not enough to make him retract, he threaded his fingers through her hair and lifted her off the floor.
She screamed at the top of her lungs from the pressure on her skull and the breaking strands.
The ferocious pain in his temples throbbed pitilessly now; it filled his body with passion and his mind with vengeance. She had gone too far; this night so help him she would plead for mercy or endure his wrath.
"No!" she screamed, raking her fingers down his arm drawing blood, but he didn't notice. He threw her down on the bed and fell upon her instantly, cupping her delicate chin in his palm and spoke in a deathly quiet tone, even as she writhed and flailed, twisting, trying with all her might to fight him.
"You will learn to respect me this day or you will suffer by my hands."
She hissed. "Bastard you had better kill me or you will be sorry."
She caught her breath, and he wondered if she'd meant the words that she had spoken. But even his wonder was brief, for it was his anger that ruled him and fury shuddered through him.
"Submit!" he raged at her.
"No I will not," she shouted in his face.
"Suit yourself," he said calmly, although his eyes betrayed the rage that he was barely containing.
xxxxx Brutal, ruthless hands touched her, stripping her of her last defence. He gazed down at her nakedness; with eyes frozen like a tall block of ice he savagely drove his knees between her thighs while holding her arms tight above her.
"No stop!" She shrieked, struggling desperately to free herself from his hold. His anger was so great that he was barely aware of her wild flailing. With cold perception he released his manhood from his hakamas and surged right through her.
She screamed in agony from the bitter pain. She struggled furiously against him as his member felt like it was cleaving her in two. New fire sang in his blood, instincts compelling him to act, telling him not to cease until he was spent.
The violence that she created in him was like a sweeping tempest and he was powerless to stop it. He thrust hard into her tight little body and groaned with the sweetness of it, she cried out in humiliation, keenly aware that the dry pain was being taken over by pleasure each time he buried his rigid member deep inside her body.
The more he rode her, the sweeter the pain and she moaned. He took a chance and let go off her arms, she raked her fingers seductively along his back and pulled him even deeper within. Neither of them knew what had changed, what was to be a brutal act of submission grew into passion.
She reached up and pulled his head down, their lips met in a bruising kiss, while their bodies moved to a rhythm of their making. He wasn't tender, he unleashed his passion furiously, and she groaned thickly and took him.
They had met as warriors on a lonely battlefield and they'd both lost. No victor would emerge.
"I hate you Sesshomaru," she wanted to scream, but her voice came out as a trembling, shuddering whisper.
His mouth suddenly rose from her breast, his fingers with no apology smeared across her kiss swollen lips, he smiled and she frowned.
"Perhaps priestess this will teach you not to tease me."
She hadn't the time to respond as his manhood seemed to expand with the onslaught of his power and desire; she gritted her teeth against the fullness inside her. His pace increased tenfold. She clung to him in desperation as she was sure she would shatter like glass at any moment.
The muscles in his back stiffened, he clenched his jaw and wrenched himself free of her core moments before climaxing. The spasm in his loins and body shook his frame and he threw his head back, not able to fully control the overwhelming sensation or his body's responses he shot his load onto her face like a cannon, she didn't move.
He hovered over her for a while longer before falling softly on top of her. She lay beneath him breathing shallowly, her heart pounding. Her eyes wide open but showed no sign of tears. She stared beyond him biting her lip.
She did not know what to feel. Their joining had been unexpected, it was practically non consensual and brutal. Had she been a willing party in her own rape? She couldn't tell, but one thing was for certain, if both of them didn't sit down and work out the issues they were both going to kill each other.
He rolled off her and used his yukata to wipe his seeds from her face. She sighed deeply as he lay down behind her, pulled her body close to his and nuzzled the back of her neck.