She felt the tail wrapped around her waist and she was immediatly frightened. It was confusing to her why she would be, but something primial in her told her that what ever it was, was dangerous. Something familiar in her rose up, she knew not what it was. And then she felt a clawed finger, moving its way tantilizingly slow across the bare flesh of her revealed arm. Shivers went up throughout her body as it too wrapped around her thin waist. Behind her, on her neck, she felt t he steaming breaths of what she knew to be a male. Who it was she was unsure, but it too gave her cause for concern.
She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, and it immediatly tightened, pulling her warm flesh in closer to his own. She struggled against it, soft blue eyes becoming blood red, fangs and claws attacking whatever came in contact, including herself. The image of Inuyasha hanging over her, thrusting into her, raping her as she screamed in pain for her one true love. And with these traumatizing images came an ever growing need to flee, to escape, to be rid of all pain and anguish.
Seshoumaru could smell her fear as he tightened his grasp on her. He pulled her in, and claws dug into his flesh, blood welling up where the deep gashes tore at him. He held in a howl of pain as purifying energy seaped its way into his demon veins. The pain was immense but the smell of her blood soon joined the scent of his own. He feared that she would leave him, that she would never be his again. That all of her love for him was gone because of Inuyasha. Inuyasha. How he loathed him for taking away everything that he had ever known. His father, his mother, his father's swords, and now his love; Kagome. Rage filled him knowing this, and he immediatly flipped them over, him on top. She fought him, her eyes clouded with fear and anger. it pained him to see her this way, and with only her in his mind, as how she once was. He rebeled against her even as claws met flawless face, and he fell upon her, pressing fangs to neck. Blood flowed from the wound and he lapped it up in ecstacy, tasting her sweetness once again.
Her struggling ceased as she felt the sharp pain in her neck. Her eyes opened wide, as her body pressed into him, Her arms wrapping around his shoulders to dig her claws deeply into his pale flawless skin. Her mouth open wide as she let loose a painful scream. The memories of a someone came back to her, erasing those of the horrible Inuyasha. Seshoumaru. he was back in her mind. Her love for him, recognizable at last. The pain of Inuyasha's second betrayl hurt her more than anything. That he would rape her and still act as if she were Kikyou. He would die. he had nearly caused her to forget her love. It had hurt her so much that when Seshoumaru's eyes had turned to their blood red, she had seen Inuyasha above her and not the Seshoumaru she knew and loved. All s he could feel was a mad dog thrusting into her, the face obscured, silver hair and golden eyes strickingly clear. She could not believe t hat her mind had relapsed yet again. Falling into the confusion and hurt that Inuyasha had caused.
Seshoumaru felt her anger, pain, andfear ebbing away as he continued to suckle her wound. He pulled away, a small bloody grin on his face. Her red blood dripped from his fangs, and died his lips a dark color. It continued to fall onto his chin, staining it, making him look that more dangerous. She pulled away slowly as red eyes faded back into an iredescent blue. She panted heavily as she felt her tail wrap around his as it once did before, her breasts heaving up and down with every breath she took. She had suffered pain, had suffered an event that could have destroyed her relationship with Seshoumaru, that could have made her fear all men for the rest of her life.
After a moment of looking deeply into each other's eyes, he pulled her up to him, holding her close. She began to cry in his embrace as she felt his love, passion, and worry for her. She had almost lost herself, and in the process, could have lost him. She wrapped arms around him as he layed them down together to rest again. He held her close, her back against his wide, strong chest. His arms held her to him beneath her breasts, and she covered his hands with her own. She leaned her head back into him, and his lips came down upon her forhead. She giggled as she felt the butterfly touches of his fingers massaging cirlces into her skin. She moved a hand down her legs and moved it over to his body, allowing her finger tips to brush his elongated member that was now pressed firmly against the crevice between her thighs. One of his own hands traced the outline of her body before coming to rest sweetly over her sacred spot. He twisted circles into the ebony locks of soft hair there, and he moved his mouth down to her exposed ear, and he nibbled it lightly as she groaned out in delight. Her fingers curled around his hardened member and squeezed playfully as his fingers sought out the folds of over laping flesh that hid her sweet core from the world. As his fingers pushed back the lips of her opening, her body shook in a joyful desire she knew would soon be sated. He pushed two fingers into her warm silkyness and proceeded to pump them in and out. She met his pace with her own ministrations, pumping and squeezing at the exact moment that his fingers pressed themselves far enough in. She sighed out her release, and she continued his pleasures as he stopped his own fingers from taking her again. When he came to his peak, and had released his milkwhite seed into her hand onto her inner thighs, she turned over to face him, pressing her lips onto his own. A passionate, unrestrained kiss broke free of all previous bonds...