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He simply stared for a moment. Whatever he had been expecting, she was not it. His half-breed brother's woman, tangled up in his trap. Had something gone wrong? The girl was human after all, surely not fit to be joined with someone like him. But his ego refused to acknowledge the possibility that something had gone wrong with his trap.
He considered her carefully while she was still motionless in shock. Her scent was full of fear, and sweetly intoxicating. For the first time, he looked at her fully, without the distractions of his brother or battle. She was very beautiful, curved in all the right places. Her smooth skin shone in the moonlight, her black hair rippling as she shook in her bonds. She licked her lips nervously, and he had a sudden urge to put that sweet pink tongue to better use.
But there was power within her as well. There was far more to this girl than met the eye.
"Well..." he purred slowly, "What have we here?"
Chapter 2:
Kagome roused herself from her shock. She began struggling again, trying to pull herself free from her glowing bonds. She let out a short cry of frustration as they rewound around her tightly. "Sesshoumaru! Let me go!" She looked up at him angrily, only to balk at the look on his face. He was grinning at her. She had seen Sesshoumaru smile only a few times, and it was never good. Noticing her looking at him, he slowly dragged his heated gaze over her immobile body.
The vines sensually squeezed her long shapely legs, bare to the night. Demonic green lines slithered across her chest, tightening her clothing and forcing her body to arch for him. She squirmed, trying to adjust her position, and accidentally encouraged her short skirt and blouse to ride up even further. Under his intense scrutiny, his trap tightened around her, grasping the curves of her perfect female form and framing her breasts and the path to her beautiful smooth neck.
When she started struggling again, it set something off inside him. He watched with growing pleasure as she thrashed against her restraints, growling and making small noises of struggle as she tried to free herself. Her scent grew even stronger, and with it his desire. She was perfect. He had not made a mistake; he could feel her power tingling on the edge of his senses, spurred by her panic. She was acting just as a demon bitch would, fighting and snarling at him as if begging for his domination. Her panting breaths were thunderous in his ears. It was endlessly alluring. He wanted more.
He stalked forward slowly, watching as her bright eyes widened and started fighting her magical ropes like a crazed thing. He stopped mere feet away from her, enjoying the heat he could feel coming from her body as she stubbornly refused to stop struggling and look up at him. He raised one hand, laying it gently on her head and letting his clawed fingers slowly slide down through her hair.
She stilled instantly with a sharp gasp. She tried to jerk back from his hand, but was held fast. Her eyes looked as black as her hair in this dim light, highlighted an eerie green from the light of her bonds.
"Let me go!" She growled at him again. "I don't know what you think you're doing, but Inuyasha will definitely stop you, you-"
She stopped short in shock when his hand tightly gripped her chin. His golden eyes drilled into her. He tilted her head, apparently examining her. His smirk widened, apparently pleased with what he found. The way he was looking at her was making her more uncomfortable and afraid.
She let out a sharp cry of indignance and yanked herself away. He let her go for now. "Sesshoumaru, let me go now!" she demanded again. Her voice shook only slightly.
He just smiled at her, sending chills running down her rigid body. "No," he intoned gently.
She growled at him. The sound was strangely sweet coming from her feminine throat. "Inuyasha-" she began angrily.
"Inuyasha has nothing to do with this," Sesshoumaru finished for her. His hand reached up to stroke her cheek. This time when she moved away, the bindings wound up further, holding her head in place. She started to shake, the tremors of her body making the green glow sparkle.
He halted the angry words rising from her throat by running his thumb delicately over her flushed lips. He smiled at her patronizingly. She had a lot of fight in her, and he was suddenly very much looking forward to taming this woman. There was more to her than met the eye. There was power in this pretty little human body, untamed and passionate. He had complete faith in his spell, if she was truly the most promising female, then she would be his.
The second he drew his hand away the beginnings of another sharp remark escaped her lips. Sesshoumaru bid the ropes around her to tighten, cutting her off in a sharp gasp. She struggled for breath, tears reflexively squeezing from her tightly-shut eyes. He leaned down next to her ear as she writhed in pain.
"This is your first lesson," he whispered. "You're mine now, miko. You will pay me proper respect or I will punish you." She could only whimper in response. He gave her a moment to think on his words before he loosened her bindings enough for her to breathe again.
He was fascinated by the rise and fall of her chest as she recovered her breath. "What do you want from me?" she asked helplessly, though her anger at being treated like this still lingered in her voice.
He tightened the bindings again, only briefly. He had to start training her right away. She had to learn not to speak unless he bid her to. He had decided to keep her, and there was nothing she could do but learn to accept it. But he would be thoroughly disappointed if she surrendered too quickly.
He stepped forward, placing his hands on each side of her neck. Gently he stroked her throat, feeling her pulse hammering against his fingers. She was human, and he knew she wouldn't understand what was happening as a demon bitch would. Still, her instinctual reactions were playing along perfectly.
Her body rose at his command, still wrapped too tightly for her to move. He leaned forward to taste her, his mouth closing softly over her throat. His fangs ran lightly across her skin, sending tremors down her body. Her skin heated against his touch and she let out a soft whimper as his tongue played across her skin. She tasted even sweeter than she smelled. He licked at the light sweat clinging to her, feeling her inner magic sizzle on his tongue.
He drew back, watching as her eyes, hazed from his touch, quickly hardened angrily at him taking advantage of her. He loved the fire pulsing in her, and could not resist fanning it.
"What is your name?" he asked her civilly.
She glared back at him, her bright lips tightly pressed together.
He inclined his head slightly. "Not going to tell me? You will learn to answer when your master asks you a question." He smiled at her anger as she remained silent. "What was it my half-breed brother called you... Kagome?"
She narrowed her eyes at him, still refusing to speak. He laughed at her slightly, a cold mirthless chuckle, watching her bristle. "You're quite a sight, all trussed up and ready for me, my little miko." He stalked around her, taking in her whole body. Her short skirt showed off most of her smooth long legs. They were tightly bound together, vines of light twining tightly upwards to wrap around her perfectly tapered waist. He stopped behind her, and he could tell she was unnerved that she couldn't see what he was doing. He pulled himself tightly against her bound form, his hand sliding slowly around her waist from behind. The ties slid aside to allow his hand to roam as it chose.
"You're all out of breath," he commented. "Did you run too quickly to come to me? I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long." She stiffened at his contact, but could do little else.
His body was so firmly pressed against hers, his youki tingling at the edges of her senses. He ground himself against her, and she could feel something very hard nudging against her hip. His silver hair drifted around her and his weighty, masculine scent surrounded her as his strong hands so easily supported her body. She was surrounded by him, and it terrified and excited her in ways she didn't understand.
Sesshoumaru lifted her glistening hair over her shoulder, biting gently on the back of her neck and enjoying it as she shook against him.
He heard her whisper something, too throaty to understand.
"What was that, pet?" He asked her affectionately.
"Your arm..." she repeated slightly louder.
He smiled at her observation, speaking against her neck so that she could feel his breath on her moistened skin. "It has finally grown back. I've been waiting to set my little trap until it returned. You are the fortunate one who gets to feel it first." He pressed it over her hip in emphasis.
He stroked her abdomen gently, noticing for the first time a long rip in her shirt. The edges around the tear were singed as well. He slipped his hand underneath her shirt, her breath rising erratically. He could feel the raised flesh of the burn on her skin and realized the source.
"Did you try to escape from me, little one?"
Kagome shuddered at the feel of his cool hand on her hot burn. She had forgotten it until he touched it.
"I'm sorry about your pain, my pet. But you see, you cannot run from me. If you try, you will be punished." He was pleased that she had shown enough strength to recognize the trap and try to escape. A lesser individual would have never realized the danger, blinded of everything but the need to run. She was certainly stronger than he had originally thought. He squeezed her hip gently, feeling the abrasive surface of her wool skirt. He'd have to find her something better soon, something as smooth and soft as she was.
"Sesshoumaru..." she began in a placating tone. "I don't think you're thinking clearly. You hate humans."
He slid his hand up inside her shirt, gliding to cradle her breast.
She squeaked and tried to arch away from him, but he only tightened his grasp. He nuzzled against the bare skin of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent. "I am thinking perfectly clearly. And while I may hate humans, I believe that you are an exception, Kagome." He bit her neck sharply, just short of breaking her skin. She gave a frightened little yip, strangely sweet in his ears.
He pressed her tighter against him, massaging her covered breast slowly. The material covering it was strange and silky--he'd have to ask her about it some time in the future. Her peaks stiffened at his encouragement. Her breaths became jerky as she strained against him and his glowing vines. She tossed back her head, offering him a glimpse at her quivering lips and fluttering eyelashes.
Her body was in turmoil. She was being indecently handled by an enemy, trapped tightly against a strange youkai that had tried to kill her. Adrenalin surged through her, bidding her to fight or to run, though she could do neither. Sesshoumaru's closeness was driving her crazy, yet she could do nothing to prevent his hands and mouth from doing as they pleased to her. The things he was doing felt frighteningly new, and she wasn't prepared to handle the way her body was reacting to him. Her abdomen clenched tight, the muscles quivering slightly. The longer he went on the worse it became, painfully gnawing at her.
"Sesshoumaru! Please, stop!" She cried out as she convulsed against him. "What do you want from me?"
He paused for only a moment. She froze as well, listening to her heart pound in her ears. She felt the vines begin to reposition themselves around her as Sesshoumaru held her still in his embrace. He sent a very low growl rumbling through her, warning her against movement. He could smell the beginnings of her arousal, but the girl was doing her best to fight her urge.
"What do I want..." he whispered heavily into her ear. Her blood ran cold at the sound of his voice. The bindings holding her legs uncoiled, split and began to slowly twine up each leg separately. Warnings started to scream in her mind. With a sudden snap, the bindings on her legs snapped taught. Then they pulled apart sharply, separating her legs slightly. The air rushed from her lungs as if she had been plunged into cold water.
Sesshoumaru laughed a little at her reaction. "I told you, my little Kagome. I've caught you, fair and square. Now you belong to me, and only me. I am your master now, and you will become obedient, you'll see. As for what I will do with you..." He removed the hand from her hip, reaching down slowly. His claws alighted on the inside of her thigh, just above her knee. Her muscle twitched wildly at the touch, still hot and damp from her sprint through the forest and her attempts to escape. He massaged her breast harder while his claws slowly slid up her thigh. She was frozen for a moment in shock, but soon began to thrash against him. Words of protest caught in her mouth, coming out as throaty whimpers. Something built inside her as his hand climbed, the pressure ready to explode.
His hand brushed against her thinly-guarded core. She screamed, an inarticulate culmination of her outrage, confusion, worry, and pain. Before she realized what had happened, her hand was free and lashing out behind her.
Sesshoumaru caught the flash of movement from the corner of his eye. With a tormented scream, the girl's right hand ripped free of its bindings. Her whole body strained, twisting itself around. Her free hand came up inhumanly fast, holding what he recognized as an arrow, streaking towards his throat in a haze of pure white light.
His eyes widened as he brought his hand up, grabbing her wrist. Her assault jerked to a stop, the point of her arrow stopping inches from his neck. He whipped around her so they were face to face, but kept her hand in place. Kagome let out a strangled sob of defeat as her eyes filled with fear.
He just looked down at her for a moment, letting her worry. She looked up at him pleadingly, but he could still see her anger. Inwardly, he was quite pleased. To be able to even partially break his trap, she had to have power that was almost the equal of his own. He was thrilled by her resistance; not only would their children be powerful, but they would inherit this unconquerable spirit. Well, almost unconquerable, as he intended to demonstrate to this fiery little thing. She would soon honor him and only him.
One of his hands behind her back braced her against him. He tightened his grip on her wrist until she whimpered in pain. "You still wish to fight me, Kagome?"
Her eyes sparkled and filled with tears, but she refused to let go of the arrow, still pulsing with light. "Don't touch me," she said sharply.
"It is my right to touch you," he explained to her. "Now drop the arrow, Kagome."
She shook her head, refusing to let go. He sighed and allowed his venom to seep from his claws and sizzle against her wrist. Kagome cried out in pain. His dark youki sparked like black lightning in her cloud of pure energy, battling for supremacy. Stubbornly, she still hung on.
He did not want to hurt her further, but he could not be soft with her so early in their relationship. She had to learn. He let the points of his claws penetrate her slender wrist, waiting for her to do as he told her.
"No..." she cried softly, tears running down her beautiful face.
He sighed and increased the pressure. "Kagome..." he said her name as he would chastise a child.
With a final whimper, she released the arrow. The white light disappeared. Sesshoumaru caught the arrow easily. "That's better," he murmured.
He gently grasped her right hand, licking the wrist free of the blood and poison. She shook in his grasp. He lowered her arm to her side, letting the vines wrap around it once again. "This will be the result every time you try to escape me, Kagome. You are strong, but not stronger than I am." He kissed her cheek, tasting her sweet tears. This time she did not struggle, but only wept silently.
"I do not like to hurt you," he said softly. "But I must punish you if you do not listen to me. You are mine now, and I will do what is best for you. Tell me that you understand, Kagome."
He stepped back, waiting for her to tell him what he wanted to hear. "Kagome, tell me," he ordered again.
She sniffed slightly, letting her chin fall tiredly against her chest in surrender. "I understand."
He smiled. "Good." He stroked her hair, relishing the feel and the smell of it. "You have already been punished for disobeying me, but you also tried to attack me." He had not been expecting a human, and was uncertain of how much she could take. If she was a demon, he could give her pain as a lesson and not have to worry about her healing. And he certainly did not want to scar her lovely skin. He already feared that the wound on her wrist had been too much. Then again, he did have Tenseiga.
He held her tightly against his chest, enjoying the feel of her warm body. Kagome was beginning to show some deference to him, her body slackening as his hands ran soothingly over her hair and back. She silently awaited his decision, knowing he had all the power.
He moved back to hold her at arms length. "You are still learning," he told her, "so I will only punish you lightly this time." He pressed the point of the arrow she had held against him to her throat, watching as her lovely eyes widened in fear. He gave her one quick cut along the side of her neck, a few drops of blood seeping out. He let the arrow dissolve in his hand and pressed against her again. He bent and licked the line of blood from her, relishing its warmth on his tongue. It sizzled with her power, and had a sweet tang like nothing he had tasted before. Kagome acquiesced silently, too tired and too frightened to try to stop him again.
The movement of his warm tongue was strangely comforting. His arms wrapped around her, holding her snugly against his warmth. Her mind had decided there was simply too much information to deal with right now, that it was tired, and that Kagome was on her own for a while. She hardly noticed when he started laying soft kisses on her neck and mouth. Sesshoumaru had switched from antagonistic to softly affectionate too quickly for her to grasp.
"Sesshoumaru," she whimpered, an admission of her confusion and weariness.
He stopped for a moment and smiled at her. "You are afraid still?"
She only looked up at him numbly.
"Do not worry. You belong to me now, and soon will be my mate. I will take good care of you." He kissed her softly, pleased when she opened her mouth to him with only a little encouragement. She tasted sweet and warm; in this respect better than any youkai bitch. Kagome had a pure kind aura that seemed lend a soft sweetness to everything about her. She was young and innocent. Her reactions to his advances told him she was probably still untouched, which pleased him greatly. He was lucky to have gotten to her first. He could not wait to possess her completely.
"We will be leaving now," he intoned. "You have had enough for right now."
She shivered at his words and opened her mouth to protest, but stopped herself when Sesshoumaru raised his eyebrow at her.
He smiled at her warmly. "You learn quickly. Before we go, however, I would like to see you."
She looked at him in confusion. The bindings on her torso and arms unfurled. Sesshoumaru quickly put both arms above her head and pulled her shirt from her before she realized what he was doing. She tried to lower her arms but Sesshoumaru caught both of her wrists together with one hand. The other trailed down her arms to the soft swell of her chest. He slipped a finger under a strap, preparing to cut the strange thing off her.
"There's a hook in the front," she quickly interjected.
He looked up at her pleading dark eyes. Very well, he decided. Since she was offering her cooperation, he'd grant her this. He found the clasp she spoke of and quickly released it. He moved the material aside, enjoying the sight of her perfect young breasts. He stroked one gently, hearing Kagome let out a shaky breath. He slipped the thing away from her completely, letting his mouth gently tease one of the firm peaks. She shivered in the cold air and favored him with a sweet mewl. She didn't even notice when the last of the glowing coil unraveled from her legs. Sesshoumaru slipped a hand into her waistband, quickly finding another fastening and slipping the material over her hips. Her thin undergarment soon followed, falling around her feet and leaving her completely unprotected to him. His hand ran down her backside, stopping to lightly squeeze the back of her thigh. She was beautiful, every inch of her flawless.
She was crying slightly, ashamed. Soon she would learn not to be ashamed of being seen by her mate, but she had already had enough lessons this night. As much as he wanted to simply take her now, it was simply too soon for her. She was still angry and afraid of him, and that was no way to create an heir.
He gently stroked her body while he held her hands away, trying to ease her fierce tension.
"Please," she asked softly, "Can I have my clothes back?"
"No, they smell like my brother." He scowled at her, dissatisfaction showing plainly on his face.
"He... he carries me sometimes," she explained nervously.
He frowned angrily. "Not anymore. You won't see him again." He held her tightly in case she tried to run or fight again. "If you behave, I may give them back later."
She nodded sadly, her tears falling uncontrollably. He held her comfortingly, turning her around so her back was spooned against him. He ran his claws in soothing patterns on her stomach, careful to avoid her burns. "You must have run a long time, my Kagome. You're very tired. It's time for you to sleep now."
"No," she whimpered. The last thing she wanted to do was fall asleep while she was vulnerable and naked in his grasp.
"Don't say no to me," he chastised softly. "You will sleep now." He sealed his hand tightly over her mouth and nose. There was a soft hiss as some of his noxious venom seeped from his hand.
Kagome's vision started to swim and she belatedly realized what he was doing.
She writhed against him, trying to twist out of his grip. He held her firmly until she went limp in his arms. Her heart beat and breathing were steady, but she was out cold. He cradled her in his arms, shielding her bare skin from the night air. He smiled at her calm sleeping face. She was perfect.
Thanks to everybody who showed an interest in this story, and thanks to scarredbride for picking up the beta job. The next instalment will come soon or eventually. Please give me feedback.--MorningBird
