Ukime
Hiyah! So, I'm writing another chapter. Teehee! Didn't think I would be continuing this myself, but ya. Hope you enjoy!
SAME DISCLAIMER AND NOTES AS BEFORE
Sesshoumaru's point of view.
We hadn't gotten 2 miles away from those infernal humans before they started to follow us. Which REALLY put a damper on my plans to fuck this bitch until he bled. I wanted to hear him scream. I wanted to torment and torture him like I usually do. But I can't, now, since we were being closely watched by that damn group of his.
Suddenly, the one in my arms whimpers. I look down to see he was having the same problem as me.
He WANTED me to do him like I usually do.
He WANTED me to take him until he couldn't stand.
He WANTED to be called my bitch, and have to act accordingly so.
And DAMN it wanted to give it to him even more now.
Thinking on his toes, he came up with something.
The truth.
"We'll be back." I bluntly state.
"Where are you going?" the crestfallen taijiya…what was she called?...Sango questioned.
"We're going to do things you'd rather I not explain." He answers, followed shortly by another whimper from the one in his arms.
"Try us" The miko….Kikyo? no, she's dead, her reincarnation then…ummm…kagome? Yes, kagome…..brashly replies.
"To mate." The ex-monk barely got out. "We're going to mate, now stop stalling us, it hurts."
"Are you in pain, pet?" I drawl out in a seductive and sinister purr of sorts. "If you are, you'll LOOOOVVVEEEE what I bring you in a moment."
"Mmmmm. Are you going to take me like a bitch, tied to a tree?" The now aroused tenkai inquires.
"Better." I answer. " I'm gonna fuck you until you bleed."
"Mmm…blunt. Just the way I like you." My young lover says. "Well, what are you waiting for? Fuck me." He seductively orders.
"I give the orders. So no. I won't." I tease.
"But…please, I need it. You know I do. I know I do. Hell, even THEY know I do." He pouts, pointing to the servants who's name's I've already forgotten. "Please, just this once, have mercy on me my master."
Master. He played the master card. The card that was so kinky it could get me to do any and everything he wanted and desired.
And he knew it.
And he used it.
And I caved.
"Fine, but you've GOT to stop using that card on me so much. It's making me look soft."
"Sorry love. I PROMISE I'll be a good boy….later. Right now, I want nothing more than to be your kinky little sex whore. Will you let me be your kinky little sex whore? See, I even remembered to ask you. PLEASE let me be your kinky little sex whore." He pleads of me.
And he got it.
Of course he got it.
I slammed into him.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I made him feel as if he was splitting in two, and STILL I wouldn't stop my ministrations.
I slammed and slammed and slammed some more.
But the moment was lost when he loses where he is and who he's with and begins to take liberties that are not his.
"Yes, bitch. Fuck me like that." He grunts as he grabs a hold of my hair and yanks my head back, latching onto my neck with his mouth.
As much as I enjoyed it, he HAD to be punished. I give him a chance, and he breaks the rules. I'd NOT given him permission to do so, and therefore he must suffer the consequences.
"Bitch!" I growl out, to let him know of my displeasure.
"I…I'm sorry, please Sesshoumaru, please, I beg of you, please don't be angry."
He looks so pitiful.
"It's too late. I'm already pissed."
He whimpers. Cute.
"So. Let's say I stop being nice about this, and we do this MY way!"
He sobs. Erotic.
"Now…let's increase the friction, shall we?"
His fear spikes. I'm now even hornier.
"Yes, fear me little one, for you shall NEVER have my love."
I tore into him. At a frenzied and terrifying pace.
If not for the fact that it had started off mutual, any of his friends would have come. But he knew.
He knew not to call for help.
He knew not to whimper and whine.
He knew to just take it like a bitch.
He knew.
He knew that if he took it, I'd pleasure him once more.
He knew.
And he took it.
He took everything.
And soon, we lost control in our frenzied pace, and before you knew it, we were mated.
Mates.
For life.
Supposed to love, but I doubt I will.
I pulled out of him.
Disgusted.
With myself for being so weak as to allow this to happen.
Disgusted with him for being so tempting that I would get caught up enough in him to allow it to happen.
Disgusted with the child he now carried.
Child?
He must have sensed it too, for he got up and ran.
And oh, how he ran.
But, no matter, I always loved a chase.
And so, I followed.
I didn't want my sport to end too quickly, so I just toyed with him for a while.
Hehe. Fun.
He was so afraid.
He wanted it.
Wanted the child to live.
I'd kill it, just to make him miserable.
Yes. His misery.
His sweet and salty tears, that brought a stirring in my loins.
Yes.
I would make him cry.
And maybe, if I was lucky, depressed.
How delicious his scent would be with the touches of depression.
It would turn me on all the more to know that I was the one to have caused such feeling of despair.
Yes.
I would make him mournful.
Saddened, by the loss of his first child.
Yes.
I would kill it.
He wouldn't have it.
He COULDN'T have it.
He had to be miserable, or else it just wasn't worth it.
Yes. I would kill the child.
And later, when I'd had enough of him, I'd kill him to.
They could rot together in hell.
So on I chased.
Oh, that chase.
It was so exhilarating.
So….tempting.
It made me want to fuck him again.
But not until I made him miserable.
Yes, that would turn me on immensely.
Yes.
I would wait.
Wait until after the child was killed.
It was the perfect plan.
Kill the child, break his spirit.
He would be in turmoil forever, and then I could use him as my whore.
Aah, I'm tired of this, it is now time to end this thing.
End sesshoumaru's pov
Miroku ran as fast as he could, and he still knew that trouble was going to find him. That's when he noticed it, but it was too late by then.
Sesshoumaru had found him.
The irate demon was staring him dead in the face, and all the pregnant Tenkai could do was whimper.
Whimper because he knew that his mate was going to punish him.
Whimper because he already knew that the child wouldn't be let to live.
Whimper because the father didn't want it.
But most of all whimper because his life was a living hell, and he didn't think he'd ever live through it.
No…he would.
He'd just probably end up killed by the very man he loved, craved, and adored.
Sesshoumaru went to strike the non-fighting tenkai.
He went to KILL that child.
To break the heart of the one he claimed he loved.
But…he stopped.
The male who had been trembling beneath him looks at him with caution.
'why did he stop?' he questions to himself.
The demon lord looked down, seemingly lost in thought.
Then, out of the blue, he wrapped his arms around him.
"I will fight my nature. I will attempt kindness. But don't expect me to do it overnight. It will take some time. If I hurt you, I'm sorry in advance, but it will be so hard on me. Just try and bare with me, and I'll try my hardest to change. For you, I will."
"Ukime."
"hunh?"
"When we have the child I want to name him Ukime. Misery. For all the misery I've ever felt from you, and all the misery to come on the road to our happiness." The male whispers with tears in his eyes.
Tears of joy, and tears of sorrow.
'Ukime.' The taiyoukai mused. 'Well, for you, my Ukime, I'll try my hardest to be a better person by the time you are born.'
He then picks up the now docile male in his arms, and heads to a hot spring, where they could relax, and he could properly try that mating thing again.
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