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Something Akin to Fear

Chapter Seven

To See Without Seeing

"I don't need to tell you the answer to that question, Inuyasha, you already know the answer." Sangos voice is quiet and soft, her rounded belly painfully obvious as her hands smooth over it. Inuyasha growls lowly, pinning his ears onto his skull.

"I can't just give up hope. I believe she is alive somewhere, here, because she is not in her time. But we will not make you keep hunting for her. She can not be in terrible danger… she is such a powerful Miko now, Inuasha, we do not worry for her." Miroku wraps his arms around Sango's shoulders as they both stare at the Hanyou.

Inuyasha sighs, his golden eyes peering sideways at Shippo who sits on his shoulder, blinking slowly as if letting the information sink in. Oddly, he does not cry, nor does he demand they continue looking. He just sighs. The Hanyou looks to the ground and, without a word, turns on his heels and marches out of the hut, Shippo still clinging to his shoulder.

Where are you, Kagome? He settles down upon the hill over looking the small village, folding his arms over his chest. Where could you have disappeared to for a full year that I can not track down your scent?

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END! No, just kidding.

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"Jezebel? Jezebel!" Lord Kavash sits upon his throne, looking left to right as he wairs for her to come. He does not have to wait long, however, because suddenly she is before him, white eyes piercing his own.

"Yes, father?" Her low, melodious voice sings out, tongue running out over pink lips. Kavash's eyes flash with desire, but he shakes his head clear and makes a soft noise in the back of his throat. "How is the matter with the men coming along? "There is an awkward pause before she answers. "They are under control."

His eyes leap in suspicious wonderment, but he quells his questions, tilting his head to the side as his red eyes take a once over her body. She clears her throat and he meets her white eyes, which shine in amusement. "Be careful, father. You're eyes… betray you at times… maybe the wrong time, some day."

He stiffens, glowing red eyes flicking back and forth before settling once more on her. "You are wise beyond your years, Jezebel." There is a light chuckle. "I know, Kavash." He sniffs slightly and stands, stretching his limbs with a satisfied groan. "You have a seat for a while, my daughter, and learn how to please our people. I will go see what you have done to my troops to tame them so quickly."

She grins and plops down on the throne, sprawling out across it with one leg over one arm with her other leg stretched out in front of the throne. Her right elbow meets the other arm, her chin resting in the palm of her hand as her long black hair pours over her nearly naked body. The white strips of cloth that keep her assets from view are not as much of an eye catcher as the tattoos littering her body.

Some twine around each other, flowing down her skin like thorns on a rose stem. They disappear beneath the white fabric, appearing again on the other side. The blackness of them blends into her hair, making her appear wild, and the ones upon her face jag across her cheekbones, curling up around the corners of her eyes and expanding again with her eyebrows.

"Exquisite." He whispers before he disappears from the throne room, leaving her seductively sprawled out. Her smile falls and she looks up at the ceiling, running her tongue out over her lips with a heavy sigh. Such a monotonous life. Wake, eat, rule, eat, rule, eat, his bed, sleep. Boring.

She shifts, white eyes falling on the double doors even before they open, a farther built man slinking in with a fire in his eyes. He walks the long path up to the throne, falling to one knee in a bow, his chin tucked to his chest as his deep voice rumbles out. "Lady Jezebel, how fortunate for me to have come when you are the one upon the throne. Where, may I ask is your… ah… father?"

Jezebel grins, sitting up in that throne and crossing her long legs as she leans back, watching the man intently. "Why, General, he has gone to visit you and your troops. How unfortunate he will have to deal with them on his own… How may I help you this morn?"

The males' pale face turns upward, a crooked smile upon his face as black bangs fall into his bloody red eyes. His fangs glint maliciously as he speaks, voice lowering even deeper. "Well you see, I have this insatiable thirst for a very seductive female, and I would ask your counsel on how to make it a little less… painful for me."

Jezebel taps her chin thoughtfully, eyes wandering around the throne room and she claps her hands once, signaling for the guards outside the double doors to close and lock them as she leans forward, a wicked smile gracing her features. "My honest counsel, General, is to take this female, wherever she may be, to calm your lust if only for a day."

The Generals' eyes flash in excitement as he questions her carefully, though playfully, as if they are used to this little game. "And if someone else believes to have claim to her?" …. A grin. "She'll never tell."

With that, they both chuckle, and he gets up from his knee as she stands from the throne. His arms wrap around her body as her hands slink up to burrow into his locks, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

Well at least today isn't following the pattern. It's very rare for it to be broken. Good thing the troops are home.

His tongue invades her mouth, slipping expertly between her lips, and both of theirs dance in a tango as he pushes her to the side and back, against the wall behind the throne, and one of her legs is jerked up to rest upon his waist.

He draws back a bit, only enough to snag her lower lip with his teeth, and he bites down hard, drawing blood from the tender flesh by his fangs. She moans loudly, tossing her head back against the hard stone wall, and he follows, sucking greedily at her life essence.

She pushes him back, though only far enough so that she can lean forward and scrape her fangs along his collar bone, licking at the blood that trickles down over his pale flesh, and she shivers in excitement, her hips bucking against his as he growls and hitches her up fully, grasping at her buttocks to keep her in the air against the wall.

That cloth skirt hitches up, revealing her lower half in all its glory, and with an easy movement he drops his baggy white pants, his hardened member plunging into her a she lets out a cry of joy.

His whispers fill her ears steadily as he ravages her, thrusts maddeningly strong and fast. Pants caress her cheeks, her eyes roll into the back of her head as they close. "It's been a while since the last time I was able to feel you… Kagome."

She wraps her legs tightly around his hips as he continues on, their bodies melting together in that dance of furious passion, blood running out over their flesh as their teeth meet with skin.

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The plot thickens, eh? Wonder what else our little dear has up her sleeves.