"Should you need more - aid, do not hesita- to call upon - matron. She will provide you with anything -."
"Much obliged, lord Sesshou-. Our village - thanks you."
Two male voices twirled with each other in broken deliveries. One more stern and deep, the other much brighter but weighted with sadness. Words exchanged between the two were spoken in half-whispers.
Kagome furred her brow, too tired, too disoriented to will her eyes to open. She could smell iron. It coated her tongue. She could feel blood sticking the clothes to her skin. As if she had just dashed through a downpour of blood.
She swallowed a bitter and metallic taste down her throat. She hurt so much but was too tired to open her eyes.
Sesshoumaru glanced down at the young human woman who had been carried back to his fortress. She had been unconscious most of the travel and now laid on a spare room bed. Accompanied by the remaining apprentice healer of the village. The only one of her kind to escape the massacre.
The demon lord did not understand what had possessed him to bring the injured woman into his home. The human had served him nothing but trouble.
But they were family, he supposed. He could not leave her fate in the hands of others. She was his responsibility now.
Inuyasha was not there to protect her anymore.
Sesshoumaru stood outside his garden and listened to the soft splashing of the pond. Rin was playing in the water, her small hands dipping in, chasing after a school of koi.
He felt a strange unease in his stomach. He didn't like that his ward wondering outside alone, not after a scene she had been forced to witness. But he wanted to give her space to play and be herself. She had grown up too quickly in his care, having to bear burdens no child should.
The demon lord turned his head back to the guest room shoji.
"Rin!" He called, and the girl immediately responded, running to him, still dripping wet from the pond.
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
The demon lord looked down at the child who stared up at him with a curious stare, seemingly not weighted down by the horrors of the night before. Her hair was growing longer again. She would soon need to have it trimmed again.
"Come with me." He commanded and began to walk towards the guest room. Rin followed closely, her small steps keeping up with his.
When they arrived at the door, the young girl looked at her guardian with a hopeful tinge coloring her cheeks.
"Can I see Kagome-neechan?" She asked, keeping her voice low.
The demon lord nodded. "Stay with her and call me if she awakens."
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama," the child replied.
The demon lord slid the door open and gestured his hand for his ward to enter the room. She carefully tread inside and turned around to give a polite nod before Sesshoumaru closed the door.
Sesshoumaru sighed and turned on his heels. He was unsure where to go.
Meanwhile, Inuyasha had fled into the forest – abandoning all that was familiar.
His senses were heightened, and every little sound and scent burned his nose. The scattered rays of light assaulted his blood-shot eyes.
His mind was fogged with a strange madness. His body throbbed and ached. He knew something terrible had happened. Something unforgivable.
The hanyou had been wandering the forest for hours, days, or perhaps weeks. He had no recollection of time anymore.
His claws were caked with dirt and dried blood, and he was starving.
He would kill anything that crossed his path if it meant he could eat.
He needed to eat.
He was so hungry.
Then, the voices of women and children, soft and distant, wove through the dense foliage, carrying with them the sounds of everyday life.
His breath was rapid and shallow as he hid in the shadows of the forest, staring at the human village that laid just ahead of him. The scent of freshly cooked rice and roasting meats teasing his nose. He could smell the salted fish.
His stomach rumbled as he watched the humans in the village moving around. They were all women.
They were priestesses.
His eyes, now reflecting the wildness within, scanned the village meticulously. Inuyasha remembered his own priestess. These women were dressed similarly, though none were as fine-looking as his priestess. None of these women had her raven locks that spilled down their back or had the brown eyes that looked like they could melt him where he stood.
His stomach rumbled again. He was famished after his arduous flight.
He looked down at the blood that was crusted on his hands.
Kill. Kill all of them.
But first, there was something else he desperately needed.
He stepped out of the shadows and slowly made his way towards the village. He kept his eyes on the women as they moved about the many huts and shacks.
So hungry.
His mouth watered as he approached. He crouched down and moved in closer. He was close enough to catch the scent of blood rushing in the veins of an untouched maiden nearby. She smelled sweet.
The woman continued on her way, oblivious to his presence. With slow movements he crept across the backs of the humans until the lone maiden was far enough from the other priestesses before he pounced.
The girl cried out as she was tackled to the ground by a large creature. She had no time to react before a clawed hand wrapped around her throat and squeezed, not air nor words escaped her lips.
The hanyou lifted her up by her neck and snarled in her face.
"I'm going to kill you," he hissed.
The girl looked at him with wide eyes, her mouth gaped in breathless shock and fear.
He pressed his claws harder into the woman's throat and snarled. "I might spare you if you prove to be useful."
He watched her eyes fill with tears as she struggled against his grasp. Her nails clawed at his hand, but he only tightened his grip around her neck.
The hanyou felt a familiar surge within his body. He was filled with a sense of power and elation. He knew this feeling. It was like a high, a drug consumed before. He felt like he could do anything.
He laughed as he watched the girl squirm in his grasp, and he eased his grip just as her lips began to tint in blue.
"You're…a… demon," the priestess sputtered.
"You're quite an astute one, ain'tcha?" Inuyasha smirked, flashing his canines.
The woman whimpered, and her tears fell onto his hand. He looked at the glistening droplets with curiosity. "You're gonna help me with something, and in return," Inuyasha loosened his grip on the girl's throat and brushed the back of his clawed hand against her cheek, "I'll reward you with your life."
His words were like venom. His smile was wicked and cruel.
The priestess stared at him with disbelief. "P-please, don't..."
The hanyou laughed and pulled the woman into an embrace. "Save your begging for later."
He lowered his head to her neck and took a deep inhale, savoring her scent. She smelled sweet and fresh, like a plump fruit just ripe for the picking. He ran his tongue up her throat, tasting her. She tasted so good. So good. She would satiate him one way or another.
He tossed the sobbing woman over his shoulder and dashed back into the forest.
The priestess struggled and screamed as she was dragged deeper in the woods by the silver-maned beast. She cried out for her fellow priestesses to come save her, but no one came to her aid.
The demon laughed as he ran deeper into the trees, reveling in her fear. If nothing else, dread tenderized the meat nicely.
"Please! Stop!" The woman pleaded. "You don't have to do this!"
Inuyasha ignored her and continued running. When he finally stopped, they were in a small clearing.
The woman tried to break free, but it was futile. The hanyou set the girl down on her feet and gripped her shoulders. "You will help me become a full demon."
The woman stared at him with wide eyes, unable to comprehend his words. "I-I don't know how..." She stammered. Tears streamed freely along both sides of her cheeks. Inuyasha snarled in anger and gripped her face between his claws. "I know you can do it," he sneered.
"I can't..." The woman sobbed. "I don't know what you're talking about."
"LIAR!" The hanyou roared. He released the woman and flexed his fingers that sported long, deadly claws. "I know you can. I've seen it done before."
The priestess cowered and shook her head. "Please... I beg you... Please…"
The man brought the claws to her throat and pressed them against her skin. "You will do as I say, or I will kill you," he growled.
The woman cried and pleaded for her life. But it was in vain. The hanyou did not listen to her.
The priestess trembled beneath the mad-ridden demon, tears streaking her red and swollen face. She was terrified.
"Please...don't do this," she pleaded. "I don't know how to make anyone a full demon. I don't have powers like that."
Inuyasha's anger boiled as the words spilled from her lips. He was frustrated, taunted by his elusive dream. He couldn't take it anymore. She'd pacify him in other ways then.
"Fine then," Inuyasha seethed through gritted teeth. He gripped the front of his dirty suikan, exposing his half-erect phallus. "Satisfy me. Prove yourself useful. Do not bore me."
The woman sobbed and shook her head. "I-I'm, I'm not..." she blubbered, her words shrinking with panic. "I don't know how, please-"
"You WILL."
He pushed the priestess on her knees, so her face was right next to his manhood.
The woman stared at it with wide eyes, unsure what to do.
"SUCK IT." Inuyasha snarled.
The priestess hesitated, eventually obliging, her soft mouth covering his erection.
But Inuyasha couldn't. Something felt off. He was aroused, yet his manhood wouldn't fully harden. It was infuriating. He had felt so much pleasure the last time he was with the human woman. His priestess had satisfied him thoroughly. This should feel good. Why wasn't it feeling good?
"Don't you dare stop, bitch."
She kept at it, licking and sucking his limp member, but nothing happened.
He became angrier and angrier as the minutes ticked by, her head bobbing up and down his shaft. Nothing worked.
The hanyou grabbed the woman by her hair, yanking her up to her feet. She screamed in fear and pain.
"FUCK!" He cursed, slamming the woman on her back and grabbing her throat. "I've had enough!" He growled, bearing his claws.
The woman looked at him with piteous eyes, crying and pleading for him to stop. "Please...don't. I-I'll do anything... please. Please, don't do this. My mother only has-"
The half-demon brought his claws to her neck and sliced through the skin and flesh with ease. It felt – invigorating. Hearing how her pathetic pleas drowned in her own blood. To feel the warm of her life running down his hand.
He laughed as he watched the verve fade from her eyes. "Such a waste. With this rack and everything. Tsk," Inuyasha clicked his tongue and manhandled the breasts still covered by the priestess uniform.
"Too bad you are fucking useless with sucking a cock."
When the woman's last breath had escaped her lungs in a final small gurgle, Inuyasha pulled away. Her blood covered his hand. The scent filled his nose, and his mouth watered.
The hanyou brought his hands to his lips and licked the blood clean. It tasted delicious.
He chuckled and licked his fingers. It made him feel invincible. It made him feel like a god.
And then, he felt a familiar sensation within his body. Something was building inside him.
A/N: This is literally your last warning. This is not a feel-good story. (Though, it will have eventual smut. Damaged and degenerate smut, but smut nonetheless.)