Dog Teeth

II

Wicked Dog, For You, A Shameful Curse

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.

Sesshoumaru groaned: his nethers and thighs covered in a mix of semen and blood while he, in all his glory, smelt of delicious sex. Forced sex, but sex all the same. He was not a human and shan't acknowledge their feelings toward copulations among beasts.

And of course, Sesshoumaru was no human. Body of a man, mind of monster... lest he grew his pelt out and strode the land in his true skin.

It was oftentimes a thrown away notion that he, Deadly Perfection, had anything but the simple desire to rule. To be immaculate and pristine beyond anything else. But he was also male, with male wants and desires.

He was also quite vindictive. A feminine trait, surely, but he often took after his mother in the sense of his moral code. He took his revenge, despite the haunting sensations of his missing limb.

It was so perfect too. The Miko, so devastating in her own right, just walking in. Smelling of recent blood, a biting scent that crawled through the air like a plague. He sensed her passage, the rain washing her skin and leaving her fresh from his brother's smell.

Exotic, perhaps.

'Eye for an eye.' Something twisted repeated in the very dark recesses of his mind, his phantom limb twinging as it spoke. His eye twitched and he cracked his neck. It felt good to do what he did.

After he lost his arm, years previous as he and Inuyasha danced wickedly in the corpse of their 'honorable father', his life had become a constant uphill battle. All fo his standing, his title, his greatness had been threatened. He, the Lord of the West, had his arm removed.

He had lost a fight.

Demons were naturally power-hungry. That was how it was, that's how it would be. And Sesshoumaru had to clash claw, tooth, and sword as even the foreigners from the mainland snapped at his throat.

Of course, Sesshoumaru was born to fight wars. He was bred to bleed the earth itself if it challenged him. Devastation! An extinction.

Yet. His place in the world has been rocked from its place. An empty sleeve was like a red flag to taunt bulls. He was a lord, and it was insulting...

Still pinned above her, he couldn't help but sip at a stream of blood slicking from her bottom lip. It tasted like power. She felt like power. His palate tingled as the reiki within her sparked across his gums.

Perhaps if her pack hadn't babied her, she would have killed him.

"So precious." He drawled once more before pushing himself away from her body: shivering and twitching. He watched absentmindedly as the unconscious woman rolled away from him, on her side before curling into herself with her back facing him. Like a dying enemy trying to protect the last glimmer of their life.

Sesshoumaru licked his teeth as he stared at her, minutes passing like sand through fingers. Her skin had turned purple as the pulsing light from the moss around her soaked in her blood. Like a spreading bruise.

A fleeting thought simmered through his brain as he watched her. Impregnation. Now, he wasn't versed in the world of human reproduction. Things were based on smells and tastes or how the female presented themselves to worthy participants. Recent blood in the human sense would imply menstruation, but to the lord, it meant something different.

He'd never acknowledge his lack of insight.

Take her again; unconscious and lacking fight or kill her. Dash her brains and blood against the walls of the cave. A body like hers didn't deserve to carry his seed.

In his menacing stance above her, he looked calm. Almost collected if it wasn't for his nudity and smearing of blood across the planes of his legs and mouth.

Just one flick of the wrist, one swift movement, and she would be dead. Gone.

Instead of bringing his foot down, he dipped down to study her closely. Beauty lay solid in the young human woman's face; not as stone carved as a demon, but beautiful all the same. Warm skin, thick hair...eyes he never got the color of, laden with thick black eyelashes devoid of paint, lips drawn to a natural pout, high cheekbones, and a slender neck he found his hand around...marveling on how easy it would have been to just snap it.

Like a flower, he could crush her in his hand.

Sesshoumaru didn't even blink when she started up again, in her sleep, when he bent his head forward and clamped his teeth, not hard, over her throat as he got a pleasurable rush from feeling the pulse rocket against his tongue. He wanted to eat her.

Devour and taste the void on his tongue.

In a split second, the demon lord was back at his pile of clothing, an erotic feeling pulsing through his veins as he brought his hakama over his erection. He had no time for this. No more time for her- she'd served her purpose to satiate his vengeance.

Sesshoumaru slid on his thin undershirt, sliding the edge up the empty socket of his shoulder and tying the knot with practiced fingers. At one point, he'd been unable to do such a task- a memory he wished not to think about.

Dressing himself. He refused to acknowledge that at one point it had been a difficult task.

He cast another look at the woman, her breathing hissing and ragged as she twitched, as he tossed his outer shirt onto her legs. A scathing payment. Smelling of him, her blood and his semen on her thighs. The purpling flesh of her beaten skin. Inuyasha would know him. Zhe would hunt him. And Sesshoumaru would kill him in his rage.

He was prepared to walk away. To leave her as she was, on the ground. A playing piece in his grand retribution...

...the ghost of his limb ached.

"Y ."

It was soft, even for him. Like a whisper of wind through the dark caverns. A hiss of something ancient. Icy fingers crawled down his back and Sesshoumaru had to hold back a body shaking shiver as his reflexes lit beneath his skin. A feeling of being watched.

At first, despite his body's response, he thought it to be Kagome walking up. But the voice was too soft and high pitched, something that reminded him of his ward, Rin. Childlike, but ambiguously gendered.

His body was stiff, his fingers immobile as he tried to clench his fist, and the muscles in his legs coiled tightly as if he had been hit with a bolt of lightning. Frozen in an elegant stride, and though unstable on the edge of one foot, the tips of his toes about to leave the ground on the other foot, he was stuck in place. Even his eyelids stuck open as he stared hard into the soggy moss, face cold and expressionless.

He pushed his youkai out, his very essence as he tried to dislodge whatever hold was on him; eyes bleeding red around the edges. Yet, he couldn't do anything other than stand. Statuesque looking.

At least more so that what was normal for him.

"Dir t y, f i l th l."

Something touched his side, small and cold, but he couldn't turn to see. Couldn't do anything as the sensations doubled, tripled, and continued until it felt like hundreds of tiny cold orbs were pressing into his flesh. It was in his pelt, over his shoulders, creeping across his spine and curling around his legs.

Something climbed him, like ivy on the wall.

Horrible. Suffocating.

He wanted to thrash against it, like a tied down dog. Bite at it, thrash it around. But he couldn't move-

It appeared under his shoulder, right where he could feel the reminder of his phantom limb.

Face like a flattened ungulate; bearing five smokey white eyes and age-born wrinkles. Ears; cat-like and misplaced on the side of its head, twitched and perked as it moved. Patches of fur, white on dark rose skin, looked like freshly fallen snow. The beast held no scent and when it spoke it did not move the twisted mandible that hung fleshless and rabbit-like.

The milky eyes bore tears that trailed its disgusting face, leaving droplets down his thigh and to his feet. It was screwed up like it was in complete agony.

It glowed a faint purple.

"W !" It howled mournfully, it's high pitched voice bouncing off the walls recklessly as it stepped forward, over his chest and to his clavicle. Unblinking eyes finally rose to meet his and if he could glare he would have done so with the elegance of a lord.

Yet here, in the presence of this worm, he was unable. No matter how hard he stretched himself, how grinding it felt as he tried to push his muscles from their spot. He was left in a state of frustration.

A daiyoukai, like himself, did not panic. He would not panic.

However, those feelings were tested. Tested by the brutish feeling of his bones, flesh, and skin as they tingled and burned with an unknown force. A deep set ache tunneling into his bones. Where the creature touched him blisters rose and his skin cracked, flesh spitting and folding into itself again. Heal and maim.

Not since his whelp-hood had Sesshoumaru felt the stomach-turning desire to howl in pain. To gnash his teeth and turn wild, release his youkai and violate the earth around him.

But his jaw was locked, his youkai capped.

Maddening. It felt like when he walked upon two-feet for the first time, his birth form locked away.

But even then, accompanied by his father, he was able to move.

And when he did finally move, it wasn't his will that pushed him. Bones popped, turned, and moved under his skin. His ribs were the first as they pushed forward, sternum popping and bending while his hands and feet twisted and arched, interdigital folds creeping up the phalanges. His own teeth cut his gums and the sour taste of his own blood clogged his throat while his skin peeled away in ribbons.

It was as if he was being crushed and remolded in the many limbs of this creature. Folded and cut like a piece of origami. Spread out like a platter of meat.

A split second lasting a millennium- the pain climaxed and fell. Finally, his grinding teeth let out a grim howl, his head falling back and his body quaking.

Sesshoumaru was dizzy. Sick with pain as he lay on the floor like a common dog.

Dog.

Somehow, he already knew he resembled what he felt like.

Golden eyes snapped to attention, and though his body didn't respond to him it didn't stop him glaring down the long, slightly roman, canine snout.

"You'll w a lk u p ri g h he for g iv es you." The voice whispered ruefully in his ear, chiding and the slightest mockery sticking to the tone. And then it was gone. Like dust.

Sesshomaru snapped his jaws, a gnarl shuddering his body as he wildly trashed himself. Like a dying fish in its death throes.

It was short-lived though, as the turned daemon lord fell into a pant. Still crushed, folded, and spread, he couldn't get up from the remnants of his clothing as they tangled his aching legs. Vision spinning, Sesshoumaru finally ceased, his mind drawn into a pit as he felt the control he had slip from him like sand through fingers.

He was nothing.

Sesshoumaru cast a glare toward the Miko, bruises blossoming on her flesh like black flowers. Loathing, far more than occurred when he felt his arm cut from his body, filled him. Degraded. He was degraded and it was her fault.

Breath in, breath out. His lungs burned, his legs kicking slowly to get out of his hakama.

Getting up was like fighting an uphill battle. Three limbs to sustain an already offset body was horribly dysfunctional. Tipping and turning, it felt like ages until he was on his paws properly and even then, he felt himself lean to the left.

His missing limb ached.

Stripped. He was stripped bare and nothing. Vulnerable.

Crippled and pitless, the dog left the scene of his fall and entered the tunnels again. He needed to get out of here. His mind was scrambled.

He was built for war. Not for… this.

Authors Ending Note

Edited on Nov 7, 2020