LEMON… a rather vicious one I might add.

You're all going to hate me for this one. Why…? Read and find out. It is a romance/drama, remember people! There has to be some going on all the way through, not just at the beginning.

This lemon is dedicated to Kagmaru, as always!

Bloodied Unification

Shouting in frustration as she flopped down on the large, cushy bed, Kagome glared evilly at the ceiling. Nine days… nine days of traveling for nothing. They had been so close, so very close, but then her benevolent side had to kick in and ruin it all.

The battle had been fought, with her as the victor, and she had gone and botched it up. Her opponent had been right there, in front of her, on the ground, bleeding severely. Then, she had gone and given him the option of handing over his shard and living, or dieing. Of course, the crafty shadow youkai had taken the opportune time provided and disappeared in a swirl of darkness.

'Why do I always do that?' she griped, 'Why do I give them the chance to escape or attack or whatever?! I'm so bloody naïve sometimes it pisses even me off!'

And now she was back at Sesshomaru's palace. She had relocated the damned shard in the opposite direction from whence they came, and the inu Lord's home just happened to be in the next path they would have to take. So they had decided to stay the night. Well… she had decided. Sesshomaru hadn't really spoken that much since she had told him she needed to wait.

Growling, she punched the mattress beside her with a tight fist. 'That asshole. The second he finds out he isn't getting any he becomes detached and self centered again. Is that all he sees in me? A convenient lay? Why I ought to…'

As she continued to mull over what she could do to maim the arrogant Lord, said demon was standing outside of her door at that very moment, mixed emotions splayed across his features. He could smell her anxiety and her fury, and he knew he was the cause of it all.

Damn it all, he had been able to control himself around her when they had… relieved one another of their sexual tension, but once she had informed him that there would be no more foreplay, it had become difficult to remain in control.

It had been time well spent, however. During the period he had remained silent, he had thought over his behavior toward the girl. After relaying most of his actions toward her, he was thoroughly sickened by what he found. He was going soft. That was why he had decidedly locked away the pathetic feelings his inu continued to portray and hardened himself once more. As he had assumed, feeling only tended to complicate things, and so he swore to go without them as he had before. He would not be overcome by some bitch with long legs and a nice, firm ass.

He would be more than happy to spank said ass, but that was all he would allow. After much deliberation, he had decided that enough was enough. Firm control back in place, he had taken on the approach which he was so famous for, cold and indifferent.

Now, head cleared of any silly emotions, he found it laughable that he had been kind to her in order to get close to her. Hell, if he wanted something he had every right to take it. Such things were merely privileges that came with lordship.

He could not… nay… would not ever be with a ningen. 'The thought alone is appalling. A human as a mate… laughable. I have no use for a bothersome wench constantly underfoot.'

And so he stood here now, preparing to enter her room and tell her what was what and take her in a style that he found appropriate. 'She'll be on her hands and knees, like the bitch she is,' he promised himself snidely.

Little did he know, that the miko had an entirely different outlook on the situation. She had come to the conclusion that Sesshomaru more than likely had a reasonable explanation for being so distant, and she appreciated all of his waiting and kindness. That was why she had decided that, on that very night, she would give her self to him, completely.

Standing from her place on the bed, she marched up to the doors and flung them open, surprised to find that she didn't have to go anywhere in order to find the man she sought. Blinking up at the western Lord, Kagome cleared her throat and interjected just as he began to speak, "Now before you say anything, I just wanted to tell you I appreciate your patience with me. I know it can be hard for a man… or whatever. I just want to know, why were you so cold during these past few days?"

He remained silent, amber eyes staring down at her in an unreadable fashion.

Grumbling , she pleaded, "Please don't be like this, Sesshomaru! Can't you just answer me?"

Again no answer.

Fists clenching, she threw them against his chest in an attempt to get her point across, "This is what I mean! You were so nice and then all of a sudden you begin acting like a total prick! Why were you avoiding me, Sesshomaru, why?!"

"Why?!" he snapped, snatching her wrists in his hands. Honeyed orbs narrowing dangerously. He backed her into the bedroom and hissed, "Because without the foreplay it became… difficult to hold myself back. Had I stayed near you I would have lost control and fucked you!"

Gazing up at him with wide, shocked cobalt depths, she squeaked, "Alright then. Well… anyways… now that that is out of the way, I wanted to tell you that I have decided."

Getting sick of her thinking she was in charge, he asked snidely, "Decided? And what, little ningen, have you decided?"

Fumbling over her words, the miko stammered, "I've decided that tonight… I mean… you… don't have to hold out anymore."

Catching her drift, the western Lord wasted no time in backing her toward the bed, shoving her down on it once her calves bumped the mattress.

Landing with an 'oomph', Kagome had no time to recover as she was pounced on, six feet, seven inches of solid man meat crushing her tiny frame into the bed. Letting out a startled yip, the priestess sucked in a startled breathe as her lover tore her kimono from her body, tossing the remnants to the side carelessly. He himself took only a few seconds to undress; his thick, muscled body sliding against her as he captured a single, tight nipple in his hungry mouth.

Never before had she seen such intensity in his eyes, and it thrilled her. His gaze did not leave her once as he tortured her breasts, teeth and lips tormenting every inch of them.

Lifting him self to hover over her succulent mouth, he bit into her lower lip, lapping at the small cuts his fangs had inflicted. Kissing her hard, Sesshomaru forced his tongue into her startled mouth, exploring every inch of her sweet cavern.

Squirming aimlessly, Kagome arched her body from the bed, the intense need her partner was displaying seemingly passed on to her as her body ached with its want. Moaning his name quietly, she lifted her legs around his hips as he planted small, gentle kisses along the length of her neck. Hiss intimidating stiffness ground relentlessly into her thigh, teasing her with its nearness.

When he heard her whimper and felt the slight tilting of her hips, he couldn't help the wicked smirk that crossed his lips. Breathing into her ear, he murmured seductively, "Beg me for it."

Shaking wildly as the thick tip of his arousal prodded her entrance, Kagome whispered in a hushed tone, "Please."

"Louder," he demanded strictly.

Squeaking when he pinched her nipples cruelly, the young, squirming miko beseeched once more, "Please."

Snarling and gnashing his teeth at the disobedient wench, he roared, "Louder!"

"Please, Sesshomaru, I need you!"

The desperate, pleading tone of her voice satisfied his illustrious ego, fueling his intense desire for the young, untouched onna. Her sweet, ripe body had been sampled by no other, and here she was begging him for completion. The thought alone was delicious.

Taking hold of his massive arousal, Sesshomaru positioned himself at her entrance, pulse quickening with his mounting anticipation. He had waited so long for this, and now it was finally happening. Tonight he would have his fill of the wench and tomorrow… tomorrow he would get back to what was important.

With a determined growl he thrust forward, spearing through her maidenhead and sheathing himself completely in her tight, virginal passage.

Crying out in agony, Kagome could do naught but fist her hands into the sheets as her lover claimed her as his own. Teeth clenching at the pain, she hissed as the bulk of his massive arousal stretched her insides. The tears could not be helped, and one after another they fell soundlessly onto the pillow below her head.

Knowing that not much could be done to ease her pain, Sesshomaru slid out of her slowly, groaning when the scent of fresh blood hit him with its full force. Pure, untainted virgins blood… her blood… his prize. Hips rocking forward, he pushed himself, yet again, into her sore flower, relishing in her tight heat as it enveloped him.

As much as it bothered him to see pain etched across her features as he continued to rut her, nothing could be done. Her miko abilities would kick in soon enough, he surmised, and with that in mind he kept on.

Grunting in elated satisfaction, he savored every second of his being inside of her. She was by far the most pleasurable conquest of flesh he had ever partaken in. The miko would add quite the lovely notch to his post. Many would envy his victory of the lovely, young priestess, and he planned on wallowing in the glory of it all for quite some time.

With every forward rock of his lean, muscled body, the great inu Lord came that much closer to his completion, a moment in which he would take pleasure in for the rest of his endless life. The clenching of her dripping core had eased somewhat, and he figured that she must have started adjusting. Given this new opportunity, he picked up his pace; humping the sassy, little onna with renewed vigor.

Pain still throbbing in her nether regions, Kagome tried her hardest to keep in the groans of distress she so desperately wanted to let out. She could not, however, stop the odd moan that would bubble to the surface, brought forth by a well timed thrust of the demon Lord's hips.

Slowly the ache between her legs eased into nothing more than a dull throb, one that seemed to add to the pleasure she was experiencing. By then she had become more brazen with her actions and vocal proclamations, her hips rocking back into Sesshomaru's thrusts. Finely sculpted nails were now embedded in the youkai's flesh, their filed tips raking thin trails of blood across the perfect, porcelain expanse of his back.

He was so close to his climax he could practically taste it. The sweet, rhythmic pounding of her blood through her veins, the violent slapping of flesh on flesh, his ragged breathing; they all thrummed in his ears as a rumble of thunder resounding over the landscape, deafening in their fierce proclamation.

Eyes morphing from their once beautiful golden shade into a vibrant, angry red, Sesshomaru growled loudly, fangs elongating, begging to be embedded in her soft, pliant flesh. Muscle, tissue, veins and arteries; all would give so easily under the razor edges of his canines. The calling of blood was strong in him. Endless eyes, void of any emotion other than the animalistic urges that pushed him forward, stared longingly at the junction where her neck met her shoulder. Through the thin sheet of creamy flesh that covered his miko from head to toe, he could see the intricately woven maze of blood vessels that pumped the crimson life fluid through her frame.

He would ravage her tonight, tear through skin and meat until his fangs met blood. Then he would drink and fill her with his potent seed.

Kagome thrashed helplessly under him, her tiny frame rocking with the force of his thrusts. The delightful twisting in her belly had intensified, becoming almost painfully pleasurable as he drove into her at a frightening pace.

She witnessed his every change, his every movement, from the bleeding of his bestial eyes to the incessant twitch of his upper lip. His brows furrowed deeply, teeth grating together as a low, guttural sound rose up from his chest. Despite the alarming length his canines had grown to, she watched as he parted his lips to grunt her name. "Ka-go-me." Each syllable emphasized by his tireless thrusts, the inu continued to utter her name, the single, repetitive word coming out in purrs, moans, gasps; each time growing louder in volume until finally, he was roaring out in triumphant bliss.

From deep within him his seed churned and coiled before shooting forth into her warm, welcoming womb. Lunging forward, he managed to steer himself to the side at the last moment to latch onto her shoulder as apposed to her neck. Had he made the mistake of biting her there, they would have been bound by mating mark.

Her scream of completion and pain echoed in his ears like a song, bearing her soul to him. The unremitting tightening in his loins burned fiercely, his stiff arousal continuing to pour out its load as the quivering miko below him sustained squirming. Her pained whimpered vibrated through his jaw, where his teeth met her flesh. Barking, he dug his fangs into her deeper, satisfied when he heard her squeak in submissive agony.

Releasing her pink, torn shoulder, he lapped merrily at the blood that oozed from the laceration. Tongue burrowing into her split flesh, he moaned happily when she whined like a bitch.

For several agonizing moments he continued to gorge on her blood, the searing pain that shot through her frame blinding in its raw anguish. Not certain how long her little body could hold out under his torturous onslaught, Kagome shook her head weakly, dizzy from a loss of blood. "Please," she managed to whisper through quickly numbing lips.

Sealing her wound with a small dose of his healing saliva, Sesshomaru began his dance anew, body covered in a thin sheen of glistening perspiration. Silver bangs clinging stubbornly to his regal brow, he ignored the sting of sweat that trickled into his eyes.

The angry red shade of her now healed wound had faded into a soft, coral pink, outlined in a ghostly white trim. Slowly her miko abilities seeped forth, regenerating her lost blood and wiping away all traces of the nasty scar on her shoulder. All that was left was the terrifying image burned into her mind; thick, burgundy liquid spurting forth, staining creamy, pale flesh as her body was feasted upon by the voracious youkai above her.

Seeing the fear etched across her features, the sexually stimulated male teased, "What's wrong, koi? Is my demonic loving too much for you?"

"It hurt," she told him truthfully, "to an almost unbearable degree." Eyes filled with desperation and pleading turned on him, watery blue depths begging him to be gentle. "Will you do it again?"

Never once pausing, a small silence ensued between them as Sesshomaru continued to bang the diffident woman below him. Finally, he answered honestly and without remorse, "Yes."

She cringed, body clenching in reflection to the pain she knew was to come.

Grunting at the clenching sensation she was currently performing on his stiffness, the youkai moaned, "Relax, Kagome. For so much pleasure, a small amount of pain should not deter you." When she made no move to loosen up, he suggested slyly, "Well then perhaps we can find… other means of getting you to open up to me."

Her protective barrier quickly fell as her body gave way to the pleasure that was being bestowed upon it. The rhythmic sweeping of Sesshomaru's finger over her clit made her forget the pain for the time being. She would deal with it when it came. For now, there was no sense in fretting over the inevitable. For now, there was nothing she could do but sit back and enjoy what the western Lord had to offer.

Ouch… reading that last bit makes me hurt.

Anyways, don't take this chapter too personally and go hating on Sesshomaru. He's one confused puppy and this chapter happens to be portrayed from his ningen loathing side. I beg of you have mercy on me and my pitiful pup!

I want this fic to be realistic, and I know this is chapter twenty-eight and whatnot, but it still seems too early for Sesshomaru to be like, 'Hey, I love a human woman and I'm fine with it, even though I ridiculed my father for years because he did. But that doesn't matter because I'm carefree and I don't give a hoot about how others see me or my position as Lord!' That just won't happen, and would not ever happen, unless someone is portraying the western Lord in a very… very poor manner.

No flames please. Your criticism and opinions are welcomed, but no mindless bashing. What am I supposed to do with that… huh? I'll tell you what… nothing. All the same… review.