He dispatched the small demon before looking around. Everyone had been separated, and now a storm was coming. Sesshomaru looked up at the now darkening sky as cold droplets started to fall on him.

Kagome screamed and held her leg. He had to close his eyes and try to calm down, but it was of little use; her blood alone sent his boiling, nevermind her painful screams. He cursed it all before kneeling and picking her up, mindful of the leg. He had to find shelter and fix the leg and fast. Being teased and turned on my minor pain was one thing; this was a whole other level that he wasn't at all ready for.

"Sesshomaru," She cried. Damn, he needed her to be quiet.

"Stop talking," He snapped,

Her head went back, and she groaned, still holding her leg. "I'm losing to much blood,"

He knew that he needed to think, but this human female was making it hard. How the mighty fall. He flew back down the rough terrain and back to the thick forest, there had to be old shacks around here, and he needed to find one before the sky fell out. He smelt for wood and old human traces of scent till he finally came to an old hut, he hopped it was abandoned. He kicked open the door, and by the looks of it, it was. The fireplace had old wood, and the soup cooker was knocked over on the floor, and there were spider webs on the roof and in the old soup cooker. There was an old chair and an old bed but other than that nothing. He could not put her on either thing.

"You will have to stand," He said, putting her against the wall. She cried out but leaned on her one good leg against the wall. Now he had to figure out what the hell to do. She wasn't trained enough to heal herself, and even if she was, he doubts she would have and the energy to do so. He looked at her; her face was already losing color. He knelt, tossing his swords down to get them out of the way. "Be still,"

She bit her lip and nodded, let him know she heard him.

He grabbed her thigh, and she was in too much pain to even care where his hands were.

The cut was very, very deep; he could see torn muscle.

"You must try to purify the infection," He said.

With a shaky bloody hand, she hovered above the rather long cut. It went from her knee up to her thigh. With what little she had left, she sent out purification, it burned her, and she cried out before losing the power.

"Be still," He snapped, his eyes still red. As much as he wanted to taste the blood, he wished he could spill it; he knew if he did, he might not be able to stop whatever happened next. But her leg needed to be sealed, and she could not do it, and there was nothing around to heal it, and even then, it would take time.

Fuck.

He growled. It had to be done; he had to do it. Oh, it was going to be pure pleasure for him; the only thing that would have made it better is if he had given her the cut himself. But fuck it. He held her leg tight, his own claws baring down on her skin. She didn't seem to care. He leaned in, closed his eyes, and took the first lick, starting at her knee.

Even in her pain, she felt it. "What are you doing?" She managed to grunt, but she knew what he was going, just shocked he was doing it—touching her, much less licking her.

"Shut up," He said darkly,

She went silent other than her groans and cries of pain.

With each lick, his blood got hotter; with each inch, he went up, the harder he got with need, with each grunt, the more dark seductive images played in his mind. Kagome's' head went back against the wood, and she shook with both fear, pain, and relief. Outside, the rain came down hard. He was halfway up her tight before he moved his body closer, his hands going a little higher up her thigh.

She was still in so much pain; she didn't care.

Up he went, his mouth following up the major cut, his saliva slowly healing the torn muscle. He reached the top of her leg where he pulls her skirt up more, turns his head sideways, and covered her thigh with his mouth in a sucking motion. Heat engulfed him; his cock could not get any harder; it was almost to the point it hurt. Bunching up her skirt, his hands went to hold her hips down as he sucked on the last part of her wound.

She moaned, and that was it; he was destroyed. If she were lethal, he would be dead.