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Kagome became silent, temporarily mute as the Daiyoukai's question flowed throughout her mind. For how could she explain the meaning behind the book? Without her ever falling down the dried up old well on her family's shrine on her fifteenth birthday, all that the book revealed was what she also believed. Demons were fictional, and did not exist in reality, at least not in the time that she was born.
It was a long drawn out silence because she did not know where to begin, and she was not sure as to why he was here in the middle of the night asking her about a book; something she believed that could have waited until tomorrow, when it would be more appropriate.
What was the urgency? And what were his motives? Because he seemed quite agitated, and even in the moonlight she could see the burning intensity of his glare; and her body shuddered in unease from the golden scrutiny under it.
She was uncomfortable by his searching eyes staring at her face so intently, looking for the answers she refused to give, answers that he wanted and only she could give. Her mouth opened under the unyielding inspection, but not a word was uttered, she didn't know how to give him...didn't dare to give him the answers that he seeks. And so she shut her eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm her anxieties.
"Kagome," he said deep and thick, "answer the question."
Her eyes opened immediately after he'd said her name, for she had not known that he knew it, much less to speak it. And then there was an edge of annoyance in his tone, but the question still persisted. If she should explain as he requested, what would he hope to accomplish, what were his motives? Wasn't reading the book enough?
She didn't say a word; she didn't answer his question for a second time. And why? Because information about the future was classified, and she did not think that he was someone that she could trust with such important information and to do the right thing. He was too unpredictable, and it was not so long ago that she could not remember how ruthless he could be.
"Priestess, tell me now!"
It was a tone that had in it all the command, all the arrogance of a male that was used to being obeyed and expected nothing less, her knees shook, threatening to give way beneath her.
"Sesshomaru please!"
She tried but he swept her words aside with a savagely imperious gesture, rushed at and lifted her off the ground, the bedding fell away from her form and she hung limp and naked at the end of his claws.
She was devastated, her body bare in front of the demon male that she had fantasized about in the past two weeks, and yet it was not for pleasure or to be appreciated for that matter, and by the looks of him her voluptuous body was the furthest thing from his mind, and he would prefer to kill her than to please her at the moment.
What was she thinking, he did not desire her? She thought to herself and began to struggle in his hold as it tightened, and he glared at her more menacingly.
"Put me down," she cried, "or I will never tell you what you want to know."
He lifted her higher for emphasis and intimidation, and then dropped her to the ground. She screamed. "No!" as she fell, but this time she hit the ground without the bedding as a cushion.
Her palms were bloody as she'd used them to break her fall. The jagged stones and pebbles that littered the hard surface of the ground sliced into them. She looked up at him from her place on the ground with tears in her eyes that ran down her face as she cried.
She had to have been fooling herself when she'd thought that he might have liked her when he used to sit outside her classroom window. When he'd touched her face so tenderly, and she'd started to harbor romantic feelings for him, thinking that he was nice and beautiful; changed by the alliance, a subtle truce when they'd defeated Naraku.
There was nothing in the least bit nice about him now, his face was set in such harsh lines, his eyes were like little slits in his face from his anger. He was cold, he was angry, he was totally closed off against her and she had no idea why. It couldn't be because she refused to answer his question, could it? Because the anger that he was displaying, it had to be much more than that.
Close to something like panic at her now obvious nakedness and the cruel treatment of her by the demon lord she reached for the sheets. He stepped forward and blocked her hands from getting to it. She cowered and covered those parts of her body that she could reach.
He smirked. "Why so modest, before now you harbored no shame for your nakedness, for if you had, then you would not have been sleeping without proper clothing and calling this Sesshomaru's name in your sleep."
And suddenly the bottom felt like it had dropped out of her world, her heart plummeted, and every last trace of heat had ebbed from her body, leaving her shivering in a different way; he had watched before as she'd slept naked and had dreamt about him.
She gasped aloud at his declaration and clasped her hands over mouth in surprise and shock, inadvertently exposing her breasts.
"Ha-ha," he laughed quietly at her reactions, and she cowered even more being vulnerable by her nakedness.
He knelt in front of her and leaned forward by her ear. She froze at his closeness and the feel of his warm breath on her cool skin, her eyes closed with dread. Why did he effect her so much? She thought feeling helpless.
When he spoke it was deep and seductive, but his words were like poison. "You are an old woman by human standards, and yet I have never scented the musk of a man upon your body, so virginal, and so pathetic."
The last part of his statement was said just a pitch lower, but its meaning wasn't lost on her, in fact it couldn't be any clearer. She was a pathetic virginal old woman that he had no desires for; but she couldn't have been more wrong.
He was lashing out at her because he found her to be very attractive, and she stirred his desires. He was still upset that a human woman had captivated him, and she was the first one he wished to fuck. She jerked her head away from him, and he removed himself from beside her altogether.
Hurting from his cruelty, desperation had started to set in, but there wasn't any place that she could hide, she couldn't run inside her house he would only follow her in and she definitely did not want to harm him with her powers. What was she going to do? She was vulnerable and naked and he wouldn't let her cover up her shame, each time that she reached for the covers he would block them with his body. She tried once more to get to them but this time he put them way out of her reach by throwing them over the branch of a tree.
The nerves in her stomach twisted into tight, painful knots, Kagome got to her feet and made a mad dash into the woods frantically trying to escape him. Her actions were most unexpected, but he got over the shock immediately and chased her down.
She screamed in panic. "Get away from me!"
Her heart pummeled into her chest when she heard the rushing noises of his feet against the ground coming after and gaining on her.
The deadly swipe at her feet with his poison flower attack sent her crashing into the ground, lacerated palms broke her fall once more saving her chest and arms from being bruised and battered.
Instantly she got to her feet and ran away again. He rushed at her grabbing her arm and the momentum sent her spinning into the ground. She was falling and bracing herself for the impact, but his powerful arms secured her head from impacting with the hard surface of the ground, as he held onto her and the descent of her body pulled him down on top of her.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly while her heart hammered into her chest. His form laying half way across her body he watched the swell of her bosom in the warm glow of the moonlight. Taking harsh breaths with her mouth slightly parted from being winded and from the strain of his heavy body upon hers, she watched his face as he watched hers.
His kiss was unexpected but oh so sweet, as his lips met hers and his tongue glided into her mouth.
She moaned while closing her eyes and accepting his tongue.
The kiss became hotter and more demanding as he eased her head up and sucked on her lips crushing them apart with his mouth. His shaft strained against her side rigid and powerful as she pressed herself up against him. She felt his heart beating steadily under his rib cage and wondered if he was as caught up in the moment as she was.
His mouth was fierce on hers, his hands urgent, burning as they explored every inch of her. Kagome managed a gasp of sound as he raised his head and dropped his mouth to her breast, capturing a pebbled nipple, sucking harshly and drawing out her desires.
"Oooh, mmmm," she moaned from the extreme sensations; she had never felt or thought that lovemaking could feel this good.
Lovemaking, the words echoed in her mind. I cannot do this, this is all wrong, he doesn't love or want me. This is just his sick and twisted way of getting back at me, was the explosive thoughts inside her head.
Another flicker of his hot tongue on her breast and it felt good, she shivered, but the thoughts still lingered and she pushed at his forehead easing him away from her tender nipples. He searched her face and eyes and saw that the spell was broken, she had rejected him, he was furious. He had let his guard and his pride slip, and she'd made a fool out of him.
His eyes darkened with malice, and in an instant he was upon her, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her to her feet where he spat out his frustrations in her face.
"You will tell me what I want to know tonight, or else you will pay."
It was low-voiced, deadly and serious. And he actually laughed, throwing back his proud head to let out a smidgen of laughter that was harsh, so cold, so totally without any trace of real humor in it that it made her flinch back wincing as he gripped her hair harder.
When they reached back to her house he shoved her inside, and she grabbed a robe hanging on the inside of the door and threw it around her shoulders as he waited. He presented her with the book and she took it and sat down. She remembered reading through it before ever coming to the feudal era, and had wondered then if it were possible that demons had actually existed in the past. And for the life of her she still could not fathom as to why she had packed such a book to take to a time that demons do in fact existed.
She sighed, and stroking back her hair she took a long breath to relax; her meetings with Sesshomaru were becoming too spontaneous and much too violent. She had choices, she could continue to refuse to answer or she could comply with his wishes and answer his questions, she chose the latter. He wanted to know about the future of his species and so she decided to tell him, because it was not worth the stresses and the abuse he put her under. And besides, the future had already happened; she was the living proof of that.
She began to speak evenly. "Demons do not exist in my time, they are only tales from fictional stories."
His hands clenched tight, whitening his knuckles at her confirmation of the book.
As he was about to speak she waved a hand dismissively. "Before you say anything else, I have never sensed one in all the time that I was able to use my powers as a priestess in the future."
He didn't say another word for a while, he just stood silent and still, however, he wasn't finished with her yet. "How can this be?" He asked in bewilderment, "we are superior, and powerful demons such as myself have the ability to live forever," he stated proudly.
She looked on saddened by his grief, because even though he did not show that emotion, she knew that he must be feeling awful knowing that in less than one hundred and fifty years his species would cease to exist. What she was about to say next shouldn't be strange to him, he must know by now from reading the text.
"The assumption is that the holy wars in Europe spread to the east, and the monks and priestesses formed an alliance wielding powerful magic destroying your kind."
There was a terrible silence as he contemplated the news of his species demise, his brows furrowed slightly and his eyes narrowed, then he said. "That will not be our fate; I will make sure of that…And you priestess is going to help me to stop this tragedy from ever occurring."
She was wide eyed and speechless at his declaration, because what he asked and would attempt to do would throw the future into a tailspin.