I am apologizing in advance. I had attempted to end this story a while ago and it didn't turn out how I wanted. There were a few different directions I could have gone in, so I'm apologizing if this wasn't what anyone had in mind ^_^' Regardless, it needed wrapped up. Hopefully nobody will be too disappointed in the conclusion.

Sango was still partially asleep when she felt her wrists being released from the shackles. Her body immediately slumped forward before she could stop it, but she was promptly caught and held tight by one of Sesshomaru's guards. Another one of his demon guards was kneeling on the ground, quickly unfastening her ankles. "Let's hurry and get the hell out of here. This slayer looks like she could drop at any minute and I don't really feel like explaining to Lord Sesshomaru why his new plaything didn't make it to round two," the one holding Sango muttered.

"Yeah, well," the other stood up once he had finished freeing the slayer, "best to just listen to our orders and play stupid if she ends up dying before Jaken brings her food." Sango's eyes barely opened as she felt the other demon pick up her legs and together, the two carried the slayer to one of the smaller cells. She caught a glimpse of the one carrying her torso; he looked like that little green fellow who always followed Sesshomaru around, except this demon was massively larger. He had bulging muscles and stood taller than Sesshomaru. The other demon was about Sango's height and had red-tinted skin. He was as muscular as the first demon, but his aura was nowhere near as strong as Jaken's giant twin.

Once they had reached their destination, they moved to set the Slayer down on a bed-sized stone block. She felt the coolness of the surface beneath her bare back and her exhaustion at being able to lay down, but she didn't waste time attempting to survey her surroundings. As much as she had wanted to escape before, suddenly all she wanted was to sleep. 'I didn't realize how tired I was…,' she thought to herself as she gave in. The two demons left as quickly as they had come, and Sango remembered nothing else before sleep took her.

-Three days later-

"Stupid slayer… she should die. Any other captive would've been killed by now," Jaken muttered angrily under his breath as he walked up the stairs from the dungeons. He had been given the simple task of keeping the young slayer alive. Jaken, however, was infuriated that Sesshomaru would be wasting resources on such a useless human being. "Having all of us demons take care of her needs for days while he hasn't even bothered to venture into the dungeons since the first night! Why does he care if she starves or not?"

"That is none of your concern." Jaken froze as Sesshomaru appeared from the shadows. Jaken quickly moved to the kitchen to rid himself of the dirty dishes he had carried back from Sango's cell. Sesshomaru did not move from his spot as he watched the small, green demon.

"The dungeons will be off limits until I come back, do you understand? No one is to disturb me." Sesshomaru spoke clearly and with an expression on his face that simply dared Jaken to disobey him.

"Yes, my Lord."

Sesshomaru waited for the smaller demon to leave the room before he moved towards the dungeon stairs. He growled a low, threatening growl as he started his descent. Every part of him wanted to turn and leave, but he knew he had to address the situation at some point. He had been so furious about the slayer's reaction just days before that he had refused to even grace her with his presence. It was more for her safety than anything else. He knew he would harm her far beyond what he intended; he had needed time to reason with himself.

If it were someone else, that individual would have already suffered a slow and painful death. He still wasn't sure why he was taking his time with her. He knew his largest reason for wanting her was to conquer his younger brother in some way… If he could have her, he would have won against Inuyasha to some degree. The other reason, he was fairly certain anyway, was due to his lack of a mate. Simply because he did not have one did not mean that certain urges were lost on the dog demon... he cast those thoughts aside. He needed no rationality to defend his actions; she was his captive and as such, he would execute full authority over her.

She had stayed awake for the duration of Jaken's latest little "visit" and had somehow found the strength to ingest what had appeared to be food. She hadn't wanted to lose consciousness in Jaken's presence by not keeping her body properly nourished. His resentment of her was obvious and she would not allow her guard to be down around such a vile creature. The food and water were merely sustenance that she had attempted to take in for strength, but she needed adequate rest more than anything. Her ability to escape, let alone fight, was fairly weak for the time being. She could only hope that Sesshomaru would leave her in peace a few more days. Now that she had a place more akin to a bed to sleep in, she would be able to fully rest herself… or as fully rest as one can in a demon's dungeon…

Sesshomaru stopped just outside of the slayer's cell. She was laying still and he knew, though tired, she was alert to his movements.

"Are you ready to give in yet, Sango?" His voice was low, calm.

Her return was weak, but firm, "I will never obey a filthy mutt like you."

Sesshomaru felt the desire to smirk at her response, but quickly pushed it away. While he just moments ago had so much hatred for her defiance, he found it amusing now since she could do little more than speak.

"You are fighting a losing battle. You will only get weaker as the days pass," he stated as he unlocked her cell door and let himself in, closing it behind him. "Give in, slayer…" he was walking towards her now. The demon slayer lay on her side, facing him, fighting exhaustion. He looked down at her, appearing the same as when she had first seen him in the dungeon. The same black silk pants, the same stoic expression… his expression would have normally been one of disgust, but the parts of him that wanted her this way, that wanted her helpless… those parts of him were so overwhelming, his only thoughts were of control.

"I would die before I would surrender to you…" His brow twitched in annoyance at her response.

"You have nowhere to go. No one to save you. You'll give yourself to me in time," he reached a hand out to brush her long silken strands from her face. Gently, his hand fell to her shoulder and he pushed her ever so lightly, forcing her to shift onto her back.

"Mmm…," she bit her lip at the sensation of the cold stone against the warm flesh of her back. Her nipples hardened at the sudden chill and she let out a small whimper of a moan. "Sesshomaru… please…"

He showed no reaction, but reached a hand out to lay on her stomach, slowly and softly brushing finger tips against her heated flesh. "Please what…? Tell me, slayer… beg for me…"

She reached a hand up to grab his wrist and stop his motions. "Please, Sesshomaru… please don't…" she whispered as she glanced up at him. The slayer was unable to physically resist him. She was weak and exhausted.

He leaned forward to whisper in her ear, "Hmmm... I don't think so, my pet..." And with that, he easily flicked his wrist and released it from her grasp. Moving his hand up to cup her breast, he massaged it gently, eliciting a moan from his captive. "Tell me slayer, is that what you truly wanted? Do you want me to do what I did the last time we played this little game? You were so hot, your scent so thick I could taste it. I can make you feel that again… all that I require is that you ask for it."

"Sesshomaru…," she called his name once again, this time louder than the last. "Please…" she pleaded with him. Apathetic to her pleas, he pulled back for just a moment to eye her perfect body. She seemed thinner than before; he would have to speak with Jaken about his care of her. The thought of the slayer being helpless against his own strength appealed to him. The thought of the slayer being weak due to malnourishment frustrated him. He wanted a fair fight. He would break her while she was fully aware of his actions. He wanted her, every aspect of her being, to respond to him.

His distracted thoughts returned to the slayer. Her breathing was slightly labored, which let her chest rise and fall so perfectly, a thin layer of sweat covering her body. The dungeon was never warm, but she was overly heated by her body's reaction to his touches and his scent. Whether she knew it or not, his presence alone aroused her.

Quickly yet calmly he moved to stand at the end of the stone table where her head rested. He reached forward, grabbed her wrists and pulled them back and over the edge of the table. She felt the shackles lock into place and felt ashamed that she hadn't been quicker herself to realize what he was doing.

"Even in your weakened state, I don't trust you to cooperate. You'll continue to be bound, gagged if necessary, until I've made you completely mine. And even then," his eyes looked over the enticing form spread out on the table in front of him, "I can't promise that I won't do it for my own enjoyment." Sango was once again aroused by his words and she looked away, avoiding his gaze.

She hated herself that she could be turned on by the man who held her captive. She loved the thought of him taking advantage of her again and again. A man, or rather demon, as cruel as Sesshomaru with no regard for human life had to be acting on these instincts purely from a state of lust. She realized then that just the thought of him being so sexually aroused and animalistic that he couldn't control himself around her was enough to get her hot. 'What is wrong with me? I need to focus!'

He walked slowly around the stone block to stand at her side again, studying her vulnerable figure. He had no shame in the matter. Lifting a hand to her chest, he traced the tips of his fingers down her body until he came to the small area between her legs that he had been obsessing about since he first saw walked into the dungeon several days ago.

Sango immediately brought her legs up but Sesshomaru caught them before she could cross them to cover herself. "You really like fighting me, hmm? Or do you just like it," he dug his claws into her pale flesh and growled, "when I'm rough?"

She cried out in pain and clenched her eyes shut. Cold metal encased her ankles and she knew she had no hope for escape this time. There was a small part of her that felt excitement and she hated herself for it. He was not a good man... erm, demon. The thought of a demon, this demon, capturing her and taking her for his own pleasure... The marks in her thighs burned with pain and it brought her back to an awareness of her current predicament.

One hand on each leg, he ran them gently upward, causing her to blush while he continued to explore her body in every possible way. Strong, commanding hands moving at a tortuously slow pace toward where he had been before he was interrupted. His grip on her thighs was painful, but only just so. His form practically laying atop hers now as he leaned forward, his gaze never leaving hers. She refused to meet his eyes, but it mattered not to the demon. His touch left her briefly and he moved back to stand by her side. He was finished taking it slowly with her; if she wouldn't give the response he desired, he would simply give her no say in the matter.

The demon's left hand moved to her entrance. He let two fingers slide gently against her, not quite hard enough to penetrate. When her breathing quickened, he smirked, then let those fingers slide slowly into in. She moaned and closed her eyes, arching her back involuntarily. "Sess... Sessho..." He was pleased that he had created her current inability to form complete sentences. He let those same fingers slide in and out, in and out, the movements encouraging her to make the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. Her breathless moans and whimpers, he needed more. He withdrew his intimate touch from her quivering form, his only focus on where he wanted to be next.

Had he known humans were so sensitive to pleasure, he may have taken one years ago. The slayer was more than enough for him now, though. There was no dwelling on the past. The wait to have his human pet had been worth it. Sango was perfect for him. He demonstrated that fact to himself when he lifted those two digits to his mouth and licked them clean. The look on her face, a lovely mixture of shame and arousal, left him growling low in his throat. She may have been human, but there was no way she was unaware of the danger she was in. His own arousal spiked and he fought to control it. He wouldn't take her like an animal or demon. He would make her cum for him, again and again. She would have no choice.

He returned those two same fingers to her soaking wet entrance and slowly slid them back in. When she whimpered and closed her eyes, the dog demon leaned forward and used his other hand to part the sensitive skin just above where his fingers were currently sinking in. Once her clit was exposed, he flicked his tongue against it. The surprised moan and gasp for breath only encouraged him to continue. He did it again, and again, eliciting one breathless moan after another. She was whimpering and writhing against him as he mercilessly teased her. That dog demon tongue of his, flicking her most sensitive area while his fingers slid in and out of her at a much quicker pace than before.

"Please, Sesshomaru... Please-" She was begging again, but he didn't stop to entertain her. Whether she'd ask him to stop or continue, he had no desire to hear it. His only focus was bringing about her release. His tongue continued to tease her and he found himself lost in her scent. His eyes briefly glowed red, but he pulled himself back. "Sess... Sessh..." her breathing quickened and he added another finger to her entrance. When she barely reacted, he growled. She was ready for him. Unfortunately for the slayer, he wasn't ready for her just yet.

He continued mercilessly, thoroughly enjoying the taste of her as well as those encouraging little whimpers. When she came, he growled again, feeling her silken walls clench his around his fingers again and again as she moaned. Her entire body tensed and her back arched as she came, but he refused to stop. "Please, please Sesshomaru," she cried. He felt himself losing control but remedied it by focusing on bringing about another release. She was gasping now, but he never broke his pace. "No... no...," she said breathlessly.

He didn't stop. He didn't speak. He refused to even look at her.

Sango couldn't think clearly. Everything he was doing, she couldn't hold back. Her legs began to tingle and she could tell she'd be ready to go again soon. She was so sensitive after her release and she hated that he took advantage of it. She didn't want him to touch her there anymore. She wanted him on top of her, thrusting himself inside of her. Where these thoughts came from, she wasn't sure. She'd had them before of other men. Now, knowing what it felt like to cum with someone... something pushing into her. She wanted more.

"Please... I want..." she bit her lip and blushed. She was embarrassed. She was overwhelmed with pleasure. Her attempt to hold back on releasing again was starting to falter. Her breathing quickened again, but he suddenly stopped. She whimpered, but stifled the complaint when his eyes met hers. He withdrew and stood back, watching her.

"What was that, slayer? Were you asking for something else?"

She blushed and looked away. He grinned. "You taste so good. I could lick you clean every day and never tire of feeling your legs tremble beneath me." He grabbed her chin gently and pulled her face to look toward him. His thumb pulled down on her chin, forcing her to open her mouth and he held those three soaking digits against her lips. His gaze was intense and she couldn't explain why she wanted to tease him so badly. She had a chance, a small one, to have power in this situation. She reached her tongue up and licked her fluids from the tips of his fingers.

When he closed his eyes and breathed deeply, she closed her lips to suck on them. His eyes opened and met hers and the lust behind his gaze made her hot again. He wanted it, too. She could feel it. She released his fingers from her lips but not before giving one last playful lick.

He closed his eyes again, clenching his jaw in a desperate attempt to keep a clear mind. "Tell me what you want, slayer?" He opened his eyes once more and glanced over her lithe form.

"I want... your..." she was blushing and her playful streak of confidence had disappeared entirely. He enjoyed that he had such an affect on her, but he had also very much enjoyed her teasing him.

"I can't give you what you want if you refuse to tell me."

"Your... your cock," her voice was lacking confidence, but there was no mistaking her request now. He had won. Now he would finally get a chance to reward his pet.

He unlocked her wrists first, then her ankles. Before she could comprehend his next movement, he was lifting her into his arms and carrying her out of the dungeon. He could sense her uncertainty mixed with shame at still being completely nude, but she never once attempted to escape. He was grateful they did not pass any of his servants on the way to his quarters. No one should be allowed to see her this way except him now. She was his. He wasn't certain when this possessive urge had began, but he knew she was his now.

When they arrived in his room, he laid her down on the bed. The shocked look on her face only encouraged him.

"What's wrong, pet? You thought I'd keep you in the dungeon forever?" When she nodded, he only shook his head in his response. Sesshomaru slid those black silk pants down until they pooled around his ankles on the floor. He noticed the look of concern that crossed her face when she saw his swollen member. Whether it was due to the size or simply due to her inexperience, he still found it intriguing.

He moved to climb onto the bed, to join her. As he did, she moved back, letting her head come to rest on one of the pillows. When his form was towering over hers, he found himself breathing deeply as he had in the dungeon. He wanted her. The way her eyes shone with excitement and fear, he felt no hesitation in this decision

Burying his face against her neck, he nuzzled her gently. Nipping along the sensitive skin, he stopped only when he noticed her gripping the blanket tightly. He pulled back and his eyes met hers. "As long as you intend no harm, you are free to touch me however you desire, Sango." Her eyes widened and he reached a hand up to gently cup her breast. When she whimpered and bit her lip, he couldn't help but smirk. He leaned in to nuzzle her neck again and was surprised to feel her arms gently wrap over his shoulders and clasp at the nape of his neck.

His hand left her and instead moved to grip his throbbing cock. He pressed the tip of it against her entrance and enjoyed the small gasp it elicited from her. Rubbing it slowly up and down her soaking wet lips, he had to fight the urge to drive his entire length inside of her. He wanted her to enjoy this. He was looking forward to when she'd be begging him to take her. If he could show her how good he could make her feel...

When her arousal spiked again, he pressed the tip of his cock inside of her. Her breathing hitched and he continued, slowly pushing his hips forward, letting his thick cock sink into her. She moaned and he felt her gently rocking her hips against his as he filled her. She loved it. Instead of relishing in the joy he felt over that, it only made his fight to control his urges that much harder. Pulling back, he felt the way she clenched his length and it made him groan. When he drove himself back in, her hands unclasped and her nails dug into his back. He was deeper than before.

Pressing his lips against hers, he pulled those hips back again. He knew the kiss caught her off guard. He used that knowledge to his advantage when he thrust himself completely inside of her, burying himself to the hilt. She cried out, but his lips against hers drown out the sound.

His hips moved of their own accord, pulling back and thrusting into her again. The feeling was indescribable. Demons were never this hot. The passion level for human females seemed infinite. They were so sensitive, so responsive... 'Fuck,' he thought as he felt her clench around him. He had to grit his teeth and shut his eyes at the feeling. When he opened them again, he found that playful look on her face again. Had she... done it on purpose? Then again, the slayer had to have incredible muscle control... As if to prove his theory, he felt the intense tightening once more and he growled at her.

He thrust himself into her, then pulled back, before repeating the same motion, burying himself in her. He was driving his entire length into her over and over again, while she moaned loudly. No more teasing him, now. There would be plenty more time for that. This time, he needed to take her. He needed to remind her who she belonged to.

The demon sat back on his heels, withdrawing from her. "...Sesshomaru?" she asked timidly. Was she scared she had done something wrong? The thought was entertaining.

"Don't worry, pet. I'll make sure you have your release again," and with that, he moved each hand to grasp behind her knees and pushed them forward.

"Hmph," she was surprised, but not uncomfortable. Her knees were nearly touching her shoulders and her hips were thrust upward in the same motion.

"So much better... Wouldn't you agree, Sango?" He teased, before reaching down to guide his soaking wet cock back to her entrance. He pushed in at the same time he returned that hand to her leg. He was now firmly gripping the backs of her thighs, forcing her to keep herself open to him. Thrusting his entire length in her once again, she screamed out as he filled her completely.

"Sesshomaru!" She cried as he filled her tight entrance, the new angle causing different sensations. He wanted to taunt her. He would have enjoyed making her beg or teasing her for being a needy little whore. His needy little whore. He couldn't, though. She felt so amazing, he couldn't even consider it. Another time, maybe. A time when he hadn't gone so long without bedding a woman. Then, and only then, would he take his time.

She cried out nearly every time he drove himself inside of her. He was quickening his pace and growling as he watched her reaction. Her body moved against his and her moans proved her desperation for his touch. Her fingers twisted in the blanket and her back attempting to arch as he drove into her, he could tell she was getting close again.

He leaned in, his long hair falling to brush against her bare skin, and he kissed her. Forcing her to take his tongue between her lips, he ravaged her mouth as he fucked her. She whimpered and he knew she was almost there. Within moments she was crying out as her release hit her and he pulled back, wanting to enjoy the sounds she made. The tightness of her orgasm around his swollen cock only made him thrust harder. When he came, just after her, he groaned. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt this. She continued to whimper as his length throbbed and pulsed inside of her, filling her with his seed. Her inner walls continued to spasm around his cock and he was breathing deeply as he gazed down at her. When she finally opened her eyes and her gaze locked with his, he kissed her. It was forceful and aggressive. She was his.

They stayed still for several moments until he withdrew from her. It was late now. He sat back on his heels and looked out the far window to see the darkness of the nighttime.

"You will need rest now, slayer."

She could only nod and he assumed she was still recovering.

Several more moments passed in silence before Sango slowly moved off of the bed. Sesshomaru didn't mock her for the way her legs seemed weak when she stood. He only felt pride that he had caused it and satisfaction that she could take it. As she made her way toward the door, he walked over to her and grabbed her wrist.

"No, slayer. As my pet, you'll sleep here now."

She turned to look at him cautiously. "...why?"

"You'll be near me from now on, always. No one else is to touch you. And I need you close to me for whenever I feel the urge to take you." He saw her blush and felt a mixed range of emotions. Pulling gently, he walked around to the other side of the bed.

"What?" He heard the slayer say angrily. "You aren't serious, Sesshomaru. You don't intend for me to... No. This-"

He smiled faintly. "You would rather return to the dungeon and be at the mercy of Jaken and the other demons?"

Sango looked at Sesshomaru then back at the mat that laid on the floor. There was a chain connected to the wall behind it, at the end of which was a metal collar. He intended to keep her chained up as a dog, near his bedside.

His eyes locked with hers and she could feel the taunting nature behind his hidden grin. He was enjoying this. "What slayer? I said pet, not mate. And you accepted."

She was still sore and now, in addition, confused. Was he serious? He was. She didn't know what else to do. As if she had been prepared for such a situation, she walked over, turned to face him, and dropped to her knees in front of the mat.

"Good girl," he said as he reached down to bring the collar to her neck and lock it in place. Now she knew what he had been planning for those few days he had been absent. This was humiliating. A demon had tricked her and she had fallen for it.

The dog demon sat on the edge of the bed facing her and motioned for her to come to him. Somehow she knew he intended for her to crawl. She did and watched him hold back another grin. When she was on her knees before him, he finally spoke. "You learn quickly, pet. Now," he held the base of his cock and had his signature stoic facial expression back, "clean up your mess and we can go to bed."

Sango looked up at the demon timidly. She had made her choice. Without realizing the extent of the consequences, she had chosen this. Leaning forward, she took his member into her mouth and began to suck gently on it. She heard him sigh and he reached a hand down to run his fingers through her hair. 'A demon slayer for a demon's pet...' she thought. She took a moment to consider that she was now under the fierce protection of one of the strongest demons alive and that he, in turn, seemed infatuated with her. 'It could definitely be worse...'