Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Kuroshitsuji.

Pairing

: Sebastian/Kagome

Summary

: He found her dying on a battlefield and in order to prevent her descent into hell she agrees to do his bidding and obey his every command. Unfortunately, demons are cruel creatures and Kagome has no idea what she's getting herself into.

Maleficent Descent
Chapter Six: Paulo Labe

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The people didn't really speak.

They had their own language of barks and chirps and odd vowels jumbled together but she knew enough to communicate her point if she needed to. Her hair was short, shorter than it had ever been and it barely brushed her shoulders. She dressed and looked like a wild thing, wearing scraps of leather, no shoes on her delicate, yet now dirty feet. She smelled of the sun and outdoors, mingling with the dark skinned people that roamed the amazon forest.

They worshiped her like a goddess, offering her necklaces of shells, the best cuts of meat, and coolest of water.

What's more was that they worshiped him has a god and brought him fresh kills to his feet.

The village was, in a sense, under their protection if only for the fact it was where 'camp' was and where he made his deals.

The villagers gossiped with other villages about the strange, dark thing in their midst that had power beyond belief and slowly the other villages would come curious to know what others meant.

And when they got there and found he granted "wishes" – the people poured in from everywhere.

They simply called him God and they called her a Shaman; in their own language of course.

He had not devoured any souls in the past two years that they had stayed and Kagome was thankful for the respite. They had stopped in many countries on their way to the rainforest and the entire trip took at least a decade. They had stopped in India and Pakistan – even Egypt. He traveled slowly, enjoying his time, gathering his contracts and devouring souls.

He was the embodiment of his sins.

Kagome was left alone with these savage people. He did not require her on his arm to enchant those around them - he did a well enough job on his own - but also because these savage creatures around her did not know true propriety.

She had "roughed" it when she traveled with her friends in the past but nothing like she was currently doing.

All food was well and truly hunted for.

She had grown quite proficient in gathering her own food though the village people would happily get her anything she wished.

Speaking of which, one of the village men was coming toward her, his dark skin gleaming under the sun, his lean muscles moving beneath the silken flesh. He was well wanted by the village women and Kagome grew somewhat fond of the man, even though she knew it was very dangerous to be fond of anyone or anything. He offered her a smile, his dark skin making his teeth seem much whiter then they were. He wore a strip of animal skin around his groin held together by thin ropes made of animal hair and his skin was marked in white clay making various lines and spots. He had no hair and Kagome knew that he shaved it with a sharp blade made with bone and stone.

Kagome was seated at the edge of a hut made of straw and mud, her hands busy with making a necklace made of shells that she had been given.

The man spoke in his native tongue and Kagome quickly smiled as he crouched in front of her, "Necklace looks nice."

Kagome nodded, "Shells given by you are beautiful."

The man's dark skin flushed and Kagome laughed lightly, "Will you wear when done?"

Kagome nodded her head and held the necklace out in front of her, "Yes."

"You favor this suit?" he asked eager and Kagome instantly understood what he was asking and shook her head.

"This one favors no suit."

His features darkened and he queried, his voice coming out rough with dislike, "Is it because of God? He does not approve? This one is warrior, has killed many in battle, and is protector. This one can protect you from all bad things and provide to you and future babes."

Kagome shook her head, "It is not God. It is choice. This one serves he and he will leave and this one will go too. Olujimi should present his suit to Lesede. She watches."

Frustrated, the dark skinned man now identified as Olujimi shook his head, "Lesede is for all warriors - not one."

Kagome's cerulean hues twinkled and she shook her head, "It is village gossip - "

The miko stopped speaking as she felt a pulse of dark energy beside her. With a sigh she turned and sure enough, her master stood there, his ebony hues curious.

When he spoke, he did not address her, it was Olujimi he spoke to, "Olujimi visits often."

Olujimi stood and nodded once toward their current God, his features hard. Kagome knew that he was sensitive to energy and although he didn't know it, he senses itched when her Master was around. When he spoke it was with a voice that was cold and left her master amused, "Olujimi favors this village shaman."

Her master had not touched since that night so many years ago, not in any intimate way and very rarely in a casual way but when he did touch her, he left her skin on fire and Kagome was sure it had to be a trick of some sort. The barest hint of his flesh against hers and she was suddenly aware of how inhumanly beautiful he was despite the very real darkness that lurked beneath his lovely facade and it never ceased to make her stomach roil in protest. She was thankful he hardly touched her because of it but now? Now was one of the moments he decided to press their flesh to one another. He threaded his hand through her ebony locks and chuckled at the man when she against her will leaned into his touch. Night was falling over the horizon and many were already in their huts for the evening meal. The sunset doused them all in it's crimson glow and her master shook his head, "Olujimi should favor another."

The amazonian narrowed dark eyes, "No. Her suit or none."

In response he murmured, "Non adsumes et transferes," an order that Kagome could not refuse. Olujimi frowned at the foreign words and then listened as her master continued in his language, "No suit for Olujimi. Village shaman belongs to God and God alone." Kagome took a shuddering breath as he crouched behind her, the hand in her hair tilting her head so that her mouth was a hair breadths away from his neck. His free hand undid her top that looped from behind her neck and it fell, exposing her breasts to the gaze of the man before her. She watched as he flushed but she could do nothing as her master brought a large hand to her breasts and massaged each gently yet firmly until the nipples peaked beneath his touch. The miko felt humiliated and aroused all at once, willing her body to not respond to the creature that held her captive.

It didn't help that he was so inhumanly beautiful.

He was practically raping her yet no matter what she did or thought about heat pooled low in her belly.

When she opened her mouth to cry in anger and sadness, a low moan filtered passed her lips instead and her breathing came in soft pants.

"Olujimi will find new suit for this village shaman is mine." His dark eyes flashed with something predatory and Kagome wanted to shake her head at the man, tell him that she belonged to no one, and that she didn't want this but she heard Olujimi flee and her heart broke. Tsking lips were brought to her cheek where an errant tear fell and licked it away with a tongue she felt should have been forked.

"Do not cry, dulce meum." he murmured and though his voice seemed soft and sweet in her native Japanese, Kagome knew there was a laughter in his eyes accompanied by cruelty. "He was just a boy and he does not know of your hardships and pain, does not know about your blood soaked past."

Kagome bit her bottom lip, expecting her master to pull away from her but he surprised and horrified her all at once when he slipped a hand down the front of her animal skin skirt. She stiffened for he had never touched her there. He pressed his lips to her neck, nibbling, biting, sucking until her collar was covered in dark red marks. She gasped but she did not move, frightened like a dear facing a terrifying predator, and then he dipped a finger within her scorching heat, his lips curling into a grin against her neck.

"Despite your protesting mind you are wet." he chuckled and then he pulled away. He disengaged himself from her completely and finally murmured, "You may move." But she couldn't move. She watched as he brought the finger that he placed so intimately inside her and suckled the digit dry. He frowned and shook his head at the miko, "Not quite there, are we, hmm?"

"W-where?" she asked tentatively, feeling dirtier then she had been in awhile.

His grin turned predatory, "Dark, delicata, but no worries there." That predatory grin turned malicious and he queried, "Lets cause a little mayhem, shall we? I miss civilization." Kagome did not have time to worry about her disgust and her body being violated for that evening she would be very busy with his next few words. "Kill them all; the young and the old. Let none escape."

Though she was screaming on the inside, her cerulean hues dulled as whispered, "Yes, master."

That night was filled with blood as their shaman and their God turned on them.

The person killed that night was Olujimi with his accusing eyes.

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'Gome Yuki:: I'm back peeps! I know, I know. It's been forever. Sorry it's short, but it's the AMAZON. It's a hard setting to write for. So let's recap! I know people will be like, "Ohemgee he VIOLATED and she LIKED it". Not true. She did not like it. Her body reacted but that doesn't mean she liked it. I did a lot of research and rape, violation, and bodily reactions. I took psychology and we actually delved into some of it and how the body can in fact react despite what the mind wants. It does not happen often BUT it CAN happen and most of it IS due to defense. Really, before I get attacked on this, LOOK IT UP. I will even provide websites if you're curious so just PM me. Honestly, Kagome is likely going to become a victim of Stockholm Syndrome. Not any time soon but that is likely where this is going but she may not be a true victim of it. I haven't decided. Remember, he gives an order and she has to follow. I will NEVER have him outright rape her only because I feel as Belial, he would like it if they came to in the end. Next up: AMERICA, AMERICA, GOD SHED HIS GRACE ON THEEEEEEEE. (: Review guysss!

Non adsumes et transferes - roughly translates to 'Don't move'.
Olujimi and Lesede - Both are actually African names because it was extremely difficult to locate a tribe and their names online. Like seriously hard.
Delicata - delicate
Paulo Labe - A Little Taint