Thursday, November 12, 2015

Disclaimer: I'm combining chapter 6 & 7 together so you getting two chapters. Also Kagura and Sara are briefly mentioned, the rest of this chapter is part one to adult material, rape and abuse, read at your own risk, well part one isn't that bad.

Chapter 6: Aiba vs Asano

Kagura Aiba rigorously tapped her fingers along her bed post she was growing tired of Sesshomaru and his games. She like Sesshomaru hated being second and she would do anything to be first. She wanted to be the only one in his life, she hated sharing anything with anyone. She couldn't stand Sara Asano, that bitch had to go just like what they did to her brother before her. Kagura would be the only one in Sesshomaru life even if she had to sully her hands to do it. Oh yes, she had a plan, a plan to eliminate the Asano clan once and for all.

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Sara Asano, yes she was the most beautiful demoness in the world, for she had been ranked number one in the beautiful women in the world magazine. No one could compete with her. Yet she always had to compete with Kagura everyday just for Sesshomaru's attention with neither one of them ever really received. Sara was starting to wonder if there was another ram in the bush that Sesshomaru wasn't mentioning. There was no way Sesshomaru couldn't be interested in her.

Her father Soju had merged with them two years ago, just to make sure Sesshomaru choose her as his mate, but those fools son only saw it as a business advancement for both their companies not as a mating proposal.

It had been her father's fault he should have made dangerously clear that he wanted Sesshomaru and his daughter to mate, but no he like everyone else feared the great dog general for what the general had done during the feudal era. Times have changed and she wished that someone would stand up to that dog just once. So that he would know that not everyone should be afraid of him. Maybe Sesshomaru was interested in her, maybe it was Kagura getting in the way.

Kagura had always found some way to ruin her alone time with Sesshomaru and that's why he had started taken them both at the same time whenever he was in heat. Other than that they both we're dead to him, little pups he pulled on a string, playing with them only if he saw fit. If Kagura weren't in the picture she'd have him all to herself. Oh, yes Kagura Aiba had to go and this time it would be permanently.

Chapter 7: My Husband's a Monster part one

Fear consumed the body causing it to uncontrollably shake. Knees pressed firmly on the ground praying to the kami that he didn't return, begging them to be merciful to her. What did she do in the past life to deserve this as punishment? Locking every door in the house would only heighten his anger and worsen whatever he felt like doing to her. Tears streamed down her swollen cheeks, it wasn't her fault, she didn't do it. Love was not supposed to feel like this. How did this happened, where did she go wrong? Had he been hiding is true nature all long? He had been so loving and kind to her before. Was it the war that had changed him?

She heard as the door to their small condo home slowly creaked open and she heard her name being violently called and she desperately scanned the bedroom for places to hide. She hated when he was like this, hated his rage and abusive demeanor. All she wanted was to be rid of him free from this life. Every night after he finished she prayed, yearned, searched for death, but it never fell upon her. She heard his footstep echoing throughout condo hunting her. She was his prey and it would forever be that way.

As she heard his footstep coming toward the bedroom her pulse quickened and she ran to the closet hoping that all the clothes there would confused his keen nose. She had tried hiding before, but he always found her and the closet was the only place in the condo left to try. She threw herself into their forest of clothes, pushing her back firmly to the wooden back of the closet praying that he didn't search the closet.

She saw as the man she feared gracefully walked into their room with his eyes red as blood. She held her breathe watching as he checked her usually places before eying the closet. In a blink of an eye he was sniffing the open closet, but he released a growl for his sense would overpower hers because majority of the clothes in the closet had been his own.

She prayed that he would give up and go to the demoness that she knew he was having an affair with, but to her dismay he started ripping the clothes from the closet. A wicked smile form across his face and he delicately reached a clawed hand grabbing a handful of her black hair yanking her from the closet. He dragged her by her hair throwing her on the bed, her cries of distraught fell on deaf ears. She kicked, bucked, trying her hardest to fight him off, but it was futile, he was a demon after all.

''Please…'' she begged through choked out sobs. Panic filled her eyes as her hands fought against his. He gripped both her hands in his left holding them hostage above her head. Tears poured from her dark blue eyes, as she tried squirm her way out, but her husband wouldn't allow it. He straddled her waist and then he delicately raised single clawed finger and began to slice through her clothes, piece by piece. Her cries for mercy, her pleads for him to stop made his smile widen as he removed his clothes.

'No please…I don't want this…please stop…I beg you not too…don't!'' She sobbed in angst as his lips forceful crashed upon hers. She tried to turn her head away, but his free hand whipped her head back in place, firmly gripping her jaw so that she felt his fingertips clutch her teeth. His tongue became entangled with her as he fought for dominancy. She felt his large throbbing member point her in her stomach and she knew it was only a matter of time before the real torture began.

He pressed his pulsing rod at her most sensitive area which was already moist and dripping wet. How she hated her body for always betraying her. How could her body find pleasure in being abused was something she would never understand? Her body was so hot; her core was drenching the sheets beneath them. She mentally cursed herself for her lack of control over her own body.

Without warning he impetuously rammed his wide, thick, long rock hard member into her center and her screams pierced the air. He had always enjoyed her death screams and how they made his ears ring with pleasure. She gripped the sheets so tight that her knuckles were turning white. Her breathe was in broken shambles, her back arched and her head whipped from side to side. Her eyes fluttered closed, her toes curled as he plunged deep within her womb. Her body shook with each vigorous thrust inward and each fervor pull out. The pattern continued for hours and even if her body was physically drained or her mind mentally tired, he kept right on with his inhumane pace.

This pain was more than she could ever imagine, and with each forceful blow something within her snapped. He released his seed within her over and over again until her voice became to hoarse to cry out, even the tears refused to fall from her darken red dried out eyes. She had no focus, she had lost all desire to make this everlasting pain stop. The only thing she could do was laid there in submission just as a puppet would awaiting its master commands. There was no use in fighting for he had broken her long ago.