The Road to Recovery by FiliaFamilias

The Road to Recovery

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The Road to Recovery

It was a lovely afternoon. The children were playing together, Rin chasing Shippo in a field full of flowers, both laughing and shouting. The sun of early summer bathed everything in warm glows, slowly making its journey to set in the west. The flowers spread their full, earthy scents, enveloping the little group who had chosen the meadow as their place of idleness.

Kagome was on her back in the grass, lazily watching the few clouds drift over. She felt sleepy, wonderfully indolent. She scratched her left lower arm while she let out a deep yawn.

“Don’t.” The single, short command made her sigh before she obediently stopped scratching.

“It itches.”

“It’s healing.” The tone he used made her feel stupid and she made a face at him.

“I know.” Unconsciously her fingers went again to her arm, pulling at the strips of fabric wrapped around her whole lower arm.

He didn’t move but suddenly her hand was caught in his much bigger one. His claws made the tiniest pinpricks in the skin of her hand.

“Sorry.”

“Hn.” It was his only response as he leaned over, sitting behind her. She tilted her head a bit back to be able to look into his face. It was such a beautiful face, appearing as if it was carved out of the whitest marble. He looked as cold as stone, no emotion visible on his face nor in his eyes.

She closed her eyes, not wanting to look upon his terrible visage. She was so terribly confused, and so insecure: the demon lord was cruel, ruthless and without remorse. He was Power personified.

However, he had also taken in an orphaned human girl. And… here she was too, under his protection. Though she still feared the mighty demon on some level, she also knew down to her bones that she was completely safe. No wonder she was feeling so confused.

The afternoon was just too beautiful to linger long upon unsettling thoughts. She yawned freely again when he carefully lifted her head into his lap and his deadly claws started to weave through her thick tresses. The wonderful feeling of having her hair combed was too much for the little miko and she gave in to the sleep tugging at her, feeling for a moment without a care in the world.

There would be enough time later to deal with the enigma behind her…

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“…Quickly now.” The shock, the sudden fear made her stumble.

“It will look like an attack… a terrible accident… such a tragic ending…” After the shock and the disbelief came the sickening feeling of betrayal.

“It’s the only way. Her powers…” But why? Why?!

“She doesn’t belong here… abomination… her soul is mine… stolen. You know this is the only way, my love!” Didn’t she give them her all? She had tried! Her wish had been pure.

Claws coming at her, wielded by someone wearing the face of her best friend. Nonono! This couldn’t be happening.

I’m so sorry Inuyasha, I tried! I really did…

Searing pain in her arms lifted to protect her face. Something smashing her legs out of under her.

“You were never meant to survive… Only way to correct the outcome of that stupid wish of yours… Failure!” The agony in her body was almost enough to drown out the agony in her heart.

“It’s the only way Inuyasha, you promised me.. . Do it… For me…” Nonono, everyone else but him, not him, not her friend.

“Put an end to this farce, Inuyasha… Only way to be together as we were meant to be…” The words faded as he lowered his claws to her belly, and she saw… death.

                                                                                              ***

“Wake up!” The inhuman growl, coupled with a firm grip on her face finally made Kagome snap out of her nightmare. For a moment, the golden eyes filling her vision were too much of a match to those haunting her dreams, but the unnamed emotion suddenly raging in the twin orbs, so unusual a sight, made her gasp with relief. He was real, the other not. He wouldn’t harm her, while the other had.

She only then realized she was crying, her body shaking with her deep, uncontrolled sobs. On the edge of her vision she saw the kids, both looking frightened, scared. She tried to get a grip on herself, but she couldn’t stop crying.

Kagome was hauled up, further into the Inuyoukai´s lap. He gently pressed her face in his shoulder, while he rubbed her back, all the time rumbling with a deep growl. The vibrations rolled though her body, making her cling harder to her source of comfort.

“W-will she be all right, Sesshoumaru-sama?” Came the hesitant question from Shippou. Kagome hated herself even more at that moment. How come she always had to scare the kids too? Why couldn’t she have nightmares in the deep hours of the night, when the little ones were safe in their beds? Why couldn’t she overcome the sudden, irrational reactions to the flashbacks popping up at all times of the day?

She tried to lift her head from his shoulder, but he kept her pressed against him, rising smoothly from the earth, like she wasn’t clinging to him with all her might.

“She will be fine, fox, it was just a bad dream. And bad dreams will pass.” He gestured to the little toad who was solemnly looking on. Jaken sprang into motion, putting the tack on the two-headed dragon. Gruffly he settled the two children on the creature’s back before climbing up himself. Within moments the meadow was empty, the dragon following his master through the sky. Sesshoumaru tightened his grip on the girl in his arms as her sobbing had turned into soundless weeping. It was a sight sad enough to break even the most unfeeling of hearts. However, as his heart was nowhere near unfeeling towards the little baggage in his arms, he had a hard time trying to deal with this emotion he had never experienced before he came to know the miko: the feeling of being powerless.

He wanted to rage, to tear apart, to kill, but in the end, she wasn’t helped by him letting loose and seeking revenge. There would be a time for cold and brutal revenge, but not now. Now… now he was focused on nothing more than to bring the Miko back to her old, precious self.

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Drained from her last bout of crying, she sat listlessly on the smooth, warm floor, staring at the grey stone. She felt pretty pathetic, unable as she felt to move on from the past. She was often dwelling on what happened, and what she could have done to change things.

The fact that she didn’t even start when the demon lord suddenly appeared before her and picked up her arm to remove the bandages told him that she had lost herself again in her self-recriminations. His face hardened, and without further ado he started on her other arm. Still, he was careful as he loosened the cloth, revealing the angry red slashes.

“What are you thinking about?” A superfluous question, as he knew quite well what she was thinking about, but it was enough to rouse her from her thoughts. She blinked at him, as if she only now realized he was there. She looked from his impassive face to what he was doing and blanched at the ugly sight of her injuries.

“They are all completely closed.” She nodded distractedly as she inspected them herself. Amazing how the redness was disappearing so quickly, making her feel just a tiny bit better as she viewed the awful scars. Then, shyly, not daring to meet his eyes, she asked softly: “Does that mean I can, err…” A deep blush bloomed over her face, making her feel even more self-conscious. Unfortunately for her, she missed the sudden smirk. She was staring hard at his collarbones, willing her face to stop flaming.

This was their nightly routine after the day was over, but it didn’t mean she was entirely comfortable with it! It was just to show how some things were a bit… different in Sesshoumaru’s world. Apparently, the stoic Inuyoukai didn’t care one bit about her human sensibilities!

Every evening, and she meant every evening come hell or high water, they would retreat to what was apparently his private bathing room. It was a real treasure: the whole yamashiro was built on top of several hot springs, and usually she would be in heaven having such nice bathing facilities close at hand. Problem was, she wasn’t allowed to enjoy the bathing pools on her own!

The first time she was conscious enough to really take stock of where she was and what was happening to her it came as a real shock when she was carried into the bathing room by Sesshoumaru and he preceded to undress her carefully, very aware of her injuries. Of course, she might have to admit she was in no shape to actually give herself a bath; she didn’t think she could even lift a finger, let alone wash herself from head to toe! But this hesitant admission to herself was quickly pushed to the back of her mind when her sense of privacy and prudishness made itself known. She had tried to free herself from his gentle though unbreakable hold on her, blushing madly. Her stammering, together with her squirming must have amused him as he stopped what he was doing for a second and raised a single eyebrow at her.

“W-What are you doing?” Sesshoumaru didn’t deign that with a reply, as it was more than obvious what he was doing. He turned his attention back to getting her out of the big shift she wore, revealing to her eyes how extensive her injuries actually were. The sight was enough to temporarily take her mind of the very embarrassing situation she had suddenly found herself in. She had frozen, staring at the angry looking wounds with remembered terror, almost unbelieving that it was her own body that had been so cruelly abused by her best friend. Also, the memories of the attack came rushing back, making her let out an involuntary whimper.

Sesshoumaru’s attention had snapped immediately back to her face at hearing that pitiful sound and when he saw what she was looking at his mouth pulled down, the only sign of his suddenly dangerous mood. She didn’t see how his claws dug through the thin cloth of her sift, nor how his eyes swirled red for one moment before he got his anger under control.

He started to gently unwrap the bandages from around her arms, torso and one of her legs, all the while listening with forced calmness to her sad song of broken whimpers and moans as more and more damage was revealed. He had put her down to lie comfortably on a stone ledge, the hard surface covered by a large, plush cloth, serving both as padding and to soak up water. Her legs dangled over the edge, her tiny toes just touching the hot water. As long as her wounds were open and healing, she would not have a real bath, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t still clean her. Her state of cleanness had always impressed him, and her urge to bath every day was very much applauded by him. Such an interesting little human she always had been, insisting to keep clean. Though bathing, certainly at night in the open air, could be dangerous –she would never really know how dangerous, he had made sure of that- she had braved the danger and sometime ridicule and had kept up her nightly bathing rituals, leaving nothing to cloud or cover her natural alluring scent, much to the Taiyoukai’s pleasure.

He dipped a soft cloth in the warm, scented water, wrong out the excess water, picked up her small hand and proceeded to minutely wash her, just as he had done every day since she was under his care. It also served to divert her attention from her wounds to the Taiyoukai, and her eyes grew even bigger as she watched how he cleaned her fingers one by one, and then moving on to her hand and lower arm, very careful of the open gashes and cuts. He took up another cloth, dipped into something that smelt very alien to Kagome, to then clean the wounds on her lower arm, one by one.

Whatever it was, it somehow numbed her flesh as she felt only a brief stinging. She watched how his lethal claws stroked the thin cloth softly, tenderly but thoroughly over her wounds, cleansing them just as he had done with her undamaged skin. She lifted her eyes to his face, and even though he could almost feel the questioning, surprised look directed at him he kept his attention strictly on cleaning her. After having done both arms he started on her torso, where the wounds were not nearly as deep as on her arms, most of them already having closed up and fading into thin white lines. She squeaked suddenly as he placed the washing cloth on her collarbone, a sudden blush reaching even further down, to her perky breasts. A dainty hand tried to encircle his wrist; it was laughable to think she had the power to stop him, if she so wished. He paused though, if only for a moment.

“I am sure, uhm, yes positive, that I can take it from here!” He snorted: she didn’t even have enough strength to lift her head up from the floor. He slowly extracted his wrist from her grip, careful not to damage her, and then smoothed the cloth in one slow, thorough sweep from her collarbone to her bellybutton. He smirked –though of course hardly visible- as it appeared that the Miko could blush all over her body.

Briefly looking up at her face his smirk broadened when he saw she had clenched her eyes shut, her face wearing an ultimately embarrassed grimace. She appeared to be holding her breath, adding further color to her face.

“Breathe, Miko,” his amused command made her snap her eyes open to give him an affronted look but her pent-up breath released in a rush.

“Calm yourself. This Sesshoumaru, as your protector and caretaker, will see to your health and well-being. You like to be clean, don’t deny that. And I don’t want you to start reeking.” The last comment apparently overruled her embarrassment as she kept shooting him angry looks as he smoothed the cloth over her torso, belly, and legs, keeping up his mask of indifference as he cleaned her up-trust breasts, with hardened nipples due to the somewhat cooler air in the room. He ignored her moan of renewed mortification as he carefully cleaned her nether regions. He also had to ignore his own rising lust as her female core was momentarily exposed to his lustful eyes. However, he had his pride, and he had endless patience: he would wait until she had recovered some, and was more comfortable in his presence and her situation before he would make his move.

However, Kagome had been, and still was, completely unaware of the demon Lord’s interest in her person. She had been, understandably, mostly preoccupied with her own situation: healing from the physical but mental wounds inflicted by the attack. Her thoughts had been mostly going in circles and she somehow, even as she knew in the back of her head that it was ridiculous, constantly sought the blame within herself, within her own actions.

Now it was time for their bath again, and she should focus on that, instead of the past.

And she did find something that was a sure thing to absorb all her thoughts: a disrobing Sesshoumaru. When she had started to become a bit more familiar with the whole bathing thing (more familiar merely meant she wasn’t trying to bat his hands away or try to cover herself continually), she had looked beyond her mortification and found a deadly beautiful demon lord. A nude deadly beautiful demon lord. She had been far too shy at first to sneak more than a peek at him the first couple of times, but as he treated the bathing ritual as nothing more than that, she had become just a slightly bit more at ease with it. She had to admit, she could do nothing but admire the perfect form of the Taiyoukai. Defined, heavy, yet sleek muscles, intriguing slashes of red, shining alabaster skin topped off by an unearthly gorgeous face.

She tried to ignore the way her imperfection was so glaringly obvious next to him. Actually, her embarrassment of her nudeness had changed into embarrassment of her ugliness. What wouldn’t he be thinking, seeing the ugly scars night after night?

Kagome sighed forlornly as she watched him elegantly undress, placing his clothes in some sort of laundry hamper, where it was joining her discarded kimono. She flamed red as he turned around and she got an eyeful of Sesshoumaru in all his glory, before quickly looking away, grabbing a cleaning cloth. She didn’t see the dangerous smirk starting to unfold on his face, or the way he took an appreciative sniff of air.

“I think I can bathe myself now.” She looked longingly at the water. She was sitting on the edge, dipping her toes into the water.

“I beg to differ.” His calmly stated refusal gave Kagome a good excuse to channel her embarrassment and insecurity into anger.

“I am no longer an invalid, I haven’t been for some time now. And you said so yourself: the wounds are closed. No need to be extra careful of them now. No need…” she swallowed but pressed on, averting her face “…No need for you to look at them anymore. I hardly think it’s pleasing looking at the ugly things.” No need looking at ugly me!

She made a move to lower herself into the hot bath, but before she could even complete her thought Sesshoumaru was leaning over her, standing up to his waist in the water before her. His eyes, those frightening, intense, blazing eyes were staring into her own, making her unable to look away from his intensity.

“I do not find them ugly.”

She snorted before she could stop herself. She squeaked when he was suddenly even closer, their noses almost touching.

“You do not believe me, Kagome?” The use of her name made her watch him mutely. He hardly ever addressed her by her name, only when the situation was serious. Usually, he called her ‘Miko’, ‘girl’ or even an exasperated ‘silly girl’.

“I do not find them ugly. I do not find you ugly. When will you accept the truth? When will you see that these scars are not some sort of punishment? When will you accept that you were not responsible for this attack on you? When will you accept that you were willing to potentially sacrifice everything you were when you made that wish?” His hands were clutching her shoulders, his claws leaving tiny pinpricks. She was mute in his overwhelming presence, his force of will focused on her.

“With the wish you made you could have wished yourself out of existence! Just so that my undeserving half-brother of mine  and that ungrateful wench could have a second chance together. Your wish, Kagome, was pure. However, the way the jewel  realized the wish is nothing less than fate, or destiny if you want. The fact that the jewel than restored itself in you is also not your doing but the workings of something higher. Something not you, nor even I, have any influence over. It is over, Kagome. You did your duty, and you did it well. So well, in fact, that you will stay the Shikon Miko, indefinitely guarding over it, though its wishing abilities are gone now. You will be a guardian of good in this cruel world. And I… I will be your guardian, because you are far too precious for just anyone to have.

“That Kikyo and Inuyasha were not satisfied with how fate decided to reward them… well, their given rewards are more than they had earned. And still they hungered for more. Another example of how with the resolving of the Shikon you didn’t, couldn’t, resolve evil in this world. They acted on their own free will. Instead of thanking you, they betrayed you. However, they will not escape their punishment.” His eyes were so fierce she felt as if she was forever burnt by them. Still shocked into speechlessness, she stared up at him, mouth open, not knowing what to say or how to react.

She watched how his eyes lowered, his gaze turning into something else.

“Did I make the Miko speechless?” He raised his head slightly to get a better look at her face. Miko and Youkai stared at each other for a moment filled with poignant silence. Her eyes were filled with questions, with a heartbreaking sense of doubt, scared to really believe him only to having it prove false later. His were burning with conviction, but also something darker that Kagome found hard to decipher.

“Let me show you how much I think you are worth. If not to this world, then to me.” He slowly closed the distance, ghosting her lips over his, all the while not breaking eye contact. She stared up at him in total shock at the first contact, the first touch of his lips to hers. He smirked, showing his fangs.

“You are in for a surprise, Kagome.” He moved aggressively forwards, sealing her lips with his. She eeped softly as he nipped her bottom lip with one of his fangs, achieving the desired result as she opened her mouth with a gasp at the sudden sting. His tongue invaded her mouth, taking in her taste, exploring and demanding a response from her. 

Kagome was in shock; never would she have guessed he felt even a tiny bit of desire for her, a human! The warm, firm feeling of his lips on her, coupled with the sensation of his tongue dueling with hers made her even more bewildered. She placed both hands on his well-muscles chest, trying to make him move, to push him off –she needed air! To breathe, to think!- but she could have just as well tried to move the Goshinboku! However, at her insistent pushing, he slowly, reluctantly, dragged his mouth off hers. His eyes, as golden suns so intense, penetrated hers, his whole face inhuman in its ferocity.

“You won’t deny us this.” Even his voice had taken on an feral quality, sounding lower, rougher.

“But I’m just a human, Sesshoumaru, I am not w-” She was interrupted by a flare of his youki, conveniently silenced as the overpowering force of him seemed to take away her voice. His power swirled around her, blanketing her, hugging her until she felt as if he had stolen all the breath her body held.

“Even if you were ‘just’ a human, this Sesshoumaru would have wanted you.” Kagome gaped at him, stunned at hearing him admit he actually wanted her. Her, the stupid, clumsy, naive girl from the future, who was now stranded in a time and place not her own, but fated to stay there anyway.

“However, as you are now much more than just human, this Sesshoumaru is appreciative of Fate being obliging in this Sesshoumaru’s plans.” Apparently the demon lord thought he had given her enough of an explanation as he once again took possession of her mouth. The kiss was hot, wet, making her breath hitch and her heart flutter.

She had never been kissed like this…

Like he wanted to devour her whole, like he couldn’t get enough of her. It felt… nice. Which was a pretty lame word for such a wonderful feeling. She shyly opened her mouth further as he insistently brushed his tongue over her lips.

It all felt a bit unreal for her, but she couldn’t deny that she felt very flattered, but most of all she felt a sort of elation, that such a being actually wanted her back. Because it was no use denying that the Inuyoukai had slowly crept into her mind and thoughts, and was irrevocably worming his way into her heart. His overwhelming physical presence and his overpowering youki made her feel safe, while his attention and care, so different from what she experienced in the past, had shown her a side of the big Inu that was previously unknown to her.

He loomed over her, filling her vision as she was sitting on the edge of the bath. His beautiful hair slid sensuously around them, sliding over her shoulders, tangling with her own dark hair. They continued kissing, Kagome following his lead, totally absorbed by the new feelings when she suddenly became aware of one of his hand slowly but surely making its way from her foot, kneading the muscles in her calve, tickling the soft skin on the inside of her knee, sliding up over her thigh. Higher and higher, his claws leaving tiny trails of fire, his hand went, and Kagome unknowingly stiffened up a bit while she held her breath as she watched his progress. Her legs were stiffly pressed together, and she looked up uncertainly, watching his glittering eyes watching her. He pressed his hand between her legs, just a bit below the junction of her thighs. He brought up his other hand to rest on her knee.

It was obvious what he wanted, but suddenly her shyness from her first bathing experience seemed to have returned full force. She blushed and ducked her head, unable to look into his hot eyes any longer.

Sesshoumaru, however, was not going to be deterred after having to wait so long. “Open for me.” It was no request, but a command. Kagome couldn’t help but react to his demand and shyly she opened her legs, making the way clear for the towering demon lord to move between her soft thighs.

She swallowed nervously as she watched him standing there, her body open and vulnerable before his hard, aroused one. Her eyes were inadvertently drawn to his lower body and she felt a rush of nervous heat rush through her as she looked at his cock. Fully erect, heavily veined with an angry-looking mushroom head, it looked by far larger than what she had seen on the naughty pictures her giggling friends had shown her once.

Would that fit?! The question was at the forefront of her mind, and she couldn’t look away from it as it was poised so dangerously closed to her own womanly bits.

“Uhm…” Was all she managed to get out though, and she missed the cocky smirk giving his angelic features an unquestionably demonic appearance.

He knew what was in her head, of course. She was a virgin; pure, untouched, innocent. Though these characteristics also applied to her very nature, her body would soon be intimate with its own carnal desires. He would firmly guide her into his world, teach her all she unconsciously had been asking for in the last couple of weeks in his care.

He let his eyes feast on her body; skin so soft and pale, though a shade darker than his. Supple arms and legs, dainty hands and feet. Her breast, high and firm on her body, an enticement and invitation all at once, crowned by two pink nipples, begging for his lips. Then there was her womanhood, hidden by her nether lips, like petals of a flower hiding the soft heart within. The source of that sweet, maddening smell that almost drove him crazy while taking care of her. She was beautiful, and she was his.

He lowered his head to catch one of her nipples in his mouth, electing a soft ‘oh!’ from her as he suckled strongly on the small pink morsel. He lifted a hand to knead and stroke her other breast with strong movements. Having her attention momentarily focused on what he was doing to her upper body, he used his other hand to carefully, mindful of his deadly claws, part the lips of her little pussy. A small patch of black downy hair just topped her womanhood, and he couldn’t resist running his claws though it, loving the soft feel.

Running his fingers through her lower lips, he found what he was looking for. A tight little bud, already standing at attention, already wet. She was already leaking, coating his fingers with her wetness. Despite her nervousness, she was more than willing and he thanked her silently for that because he knew he could not have stopped anymore.

His thumb pressed slowly on her clit, making her sigh deeply, while he encircled the entrance to her womb with his other fingers. Slowly he buried one finger inside of her. Tight, wet, warm. It felt like heaven to him. Her inner muscles wrapped around his invading digit, trying to force it out, her body so unfamiliar with having anything in her inner sanctum.

He would fill her to bursting, that was clear. She would have to stretch until there was no more give. She would feel every ridge and bump of him, feel the pulsing of his heartbeat. The poor girl would not even know up from down when he was done with her.

She was now quietly sighing and moaning as he increased the teasing of her clit while feeding her pussy another finger. Her blood was pounding, her juices flowing while her eyelids fluttered as she tried to keep up with the strange, erotic feelings running rampant through her body. He watched her hungrily as he took her higher, scissoring his fingers inside her pussy to try to stretch her just a little bit more. He felt the evidence of her virginity, careful not to move too far inside and accidently break it. No, he wanted to feel that last resistance give way before his cock, feel how her body had no choice but to let him in, invading, conquering, showing her who would be her lord and master for the rest of her long life.

Her breathing was erratic now, her moans, sighs and whimpers had somehow merged together into a song he would be more than happy to listen to for the rest of his immortal life.

Then she hit her peak, and she was magnificent in her orgasm, head and back bowing back, eyes closed, mouth open. He eased her softly backwards, so she was resting on her back on the soft cloths. He swooped down to give her a wet, possessive kiss before rearing back up, taking advantage of her orgasmic state to take his angry-looking erection in his hand, directing it at the vulnerable center of her body. The head parted her folds before slowly sinking into her entrance. She was more than tight, almost not giving way before his invasion, though her wetness eased the way a bit. The feeling was unbearably arousing. He let out a lusty growl as he watched how he slowly, very slowly, sunk into her body until he was stopped by her maidenhead. He growled again as he saw how much she still had to take inside her body; the girl was in for the ride of her life.

She had come down a bit off her high and was also watching, propped up a bit on her elbows, how their bodies were connected. Her eyes were so very large as she watched how her little body was slowly forced to swallow his big cock. His bumped against her maidenhead and he saw her flinch and the savage part of him, the beast beneath the veneer of civilization, actually purred with satisfaction. The little bitch came to him untouched, she would have to go through this trial and by doing so would never forget who owned her, who was her alpha. 

He smelt a hint of nervousness now, and before she could really work herself into a state of anxiety, he slowly thrust himself against her barrier, seeing her flinch. “Brace yourself.” His words were dark, filled with primal satisfaction of being her first. She, as a human would not understand the significance of her being a virgin, with no male scent on or, more important, in her yet.

He took a firm hold of her hips, and pulled her back into his erection, while thrusting sharply inside her, breaking though her maidenhead with ease. She didn’t scream, but that was more out of shock than anything else. She gasped for breath as the sharp pain filled her lower body. This was not a ‘slight discomfort’ as her friends described it to her. This was agony! It felt like he had ripped her lower body apart. Her suspicion was right; they did not fit.

A soft keening sound told him she was in pain, and he bent down to trail wet kisses over her face, trying to distract her from the pain and the fact he was still thrusting into her slowly, still working to fully sheathe himself inside her. Her walls were clamped down on him, the tightness only reluctantly giving way at his insistence. She was hot and wet, and felt divine to him. Their combined scents enticed him, while her Miko aura, flared to inadvertent life when he broke through her hymen, danced around him, calling out his youki. He let loose some of his powerful control, his life-force tangling with her own, intertwining, but, as was his nature, grabbing firm control of her pink aura, carefully binding it to himself, so he was again dominant.

Trying to overcome her pain, Kagome grabbed his shoulders, burying her blunt fingernails deep in his skin. Unable to puncture the skin, she did made deep indentions and that slightest hint of pain made the big Inuyoukai on top of her growl in appreciation. The growl deepened into a low hum, which vibrated from his body through hers, making her shiver in a good sense. It strangely helped the pain, and she took deep breaths as she tried to focus on that new feeling of him inside her. It had, besides the pain, also a disturbingly naughty side to it. He bumped into certain spots which made her tingle. Although the pain was still more than present in her, he could smell that she slowly was feeling other, more pleasurable sensations.

He watched as he was finally fully buried inside her, his entire cock resting deep inside her stretched pussy. Her folds were wrapped tight around the base of his cock, and the sight of his possession of her only breaking his control down further.

He knew he was taking her over, taking things too fast for her to really adjust to what was happening to her, but his instinct to claim her was driving him, and he could admit he had fully given into his desires to show Kagome who she belonged to. He slowly pulled his hips back, his cock sliding through her snug pussy, her warm heat clinging to him, seeming not to know whether to keep the invader in or push him out.

He slowly pushed back in, his rumbling growl dropping to an even lower pitch as excruciating pleasure surged through his body, all nerves apparently linked to his erection embedded deep inside his little female.

The demon lord moved almost lazily; he took a moment to truly enjoy the sensations. He had braced himself beside her head with one hand, while his other hand was busy drawing ever-tightening circles around the nipple of her left breast.

His little Miko was looking up at him, her breathing becoming more and more erratic as he slowly increased his tempo. Her eyes were a bit dazed, but she continued to look at him. He saw the shadow of pain in her open gaze, but also wonder and excitement. Suddenly, she threw her head back as he hit a particularly sensitive spot deep inside her. Angling his hips until he hit that sweet spot every time he pounded into her, he watched, snarling with satisfaction as she bowed her back, gasping for breath.

Sweet little whimpers drove him on. He reached down, grabbed her ankles and hooked her legs over his shoulder, making her squeal as he thrust even deeper, stretching her even further. His heavy balls smacked against her lush behind. Sesshoumaru’s eyes were no linger tinted pink, but were now blood red, still focused on the sweet thing beneath him. She was well and truly caught now, the sweet scent of her arousal getting thicker.

Still, he let on hand slide down from her ankle to the place where they were so intimately joined. He mercilessly teased her clit, listening to her gasps and moans getting to an even higher pitch, before squeezing her clit slightly, sending her over the edge, crashing into completion. She blinked up at him, surprise, wonder and even a little fear in her eyes.

Panting for breath, riding her high, she could only watch as the Taiyoukai slammed into her even harder, both hands now at her hips, pulling her back into his brutal thrusts. The tightening of the muscles inside her sheath was just the needed stimulant for the big Inu to reach his orgasm. He pushed as far inside her as he could go before releasing his pent up seed, sending jet after jet deep into her womb.

He lowered her legs from his shoulders and leant down, burying his head in her neck, scraping his teeth over the soft skin before biting down deeply, electing a startled scream from the pliant girl underneath him. The pain once more brought her Miko aura to life, pushing at his own, while she in person did the same, trying to dislodge his teeth from her vulnerable neck.

He forced her aura into compliance, while gathering her in his arms to soothe her. He pushed just a bit of his youki, together with a bit of his poison, inside her body, binding both their powers, their very essences together: her soul bonded with his youki. The venom, in a very small dose, helped to numb her body.

It was done. She was his now.

Kagome let herself relax a bit as the bite suddenly didn’t hurt so much anymore. His overpowering youki was almost suffocating; it was that heavy pressing down on her. She didn’t want to fight him anyway, it was just a gut-reaction. She wrapped her arms around him, letting him in, and everything that was him. His aura calmed down as well, and she could see it almost swirling around her, caressing, protective, happy, if that was a word that could be applied to Sesshoumaru.

Whatever he did to numb the bite, it also numbed other painful areas in her body apparently. She still felt a bit overwhelmed from the whole experience. Though there were certain things that she would rather not go through again -luckily a girl could only once loose her virginity!-, she had never before felt so close to another person in her life. She suspected though, that it was not just the sex; what just had happened was more than just physical. She didn’t know what he did exactly but she felt like he had merged them somehow on a spiritual level. Where before his youki were always present but, of course, on the outside, now she somehow felt him deep inside her, where before only her Miko powers rested.

And when she reached even deeper, to the core of her… she blinked as she felt him there. She felt what he felt: his bone-deep satisfaction, which was not only physical but also spiritual. She felt his drive, his need to protect her, to keep her safe but also happy, content. His feelings were so strong and potent, they seemed to swamp her. In a good way however. Maybe she should have been scared, apprehensive, but she had never felt so complete in her life. Never before had she felt so treasured, so wanted, so… loved? She knew that to demons the human concept of love was something ridiculous, but experiencing Sesshoumaru’s emotions resembled to her something suspiciously close to what she determined love was all about…

She seemed to be floating, feeling very tired but content as she was wrapped up in both her and Sesshoumaru’s feelings of contentment and well-being. But her living blanket gently unwrapped her arms from around his neck and leaned back, standing to his full height. She blinked up at him, smiling dazedly, watching the beautiful specimen of maleness picking up a washing cloth, dipping it in the hot water, wringing the extra moisture from it before he started to carefully clean her nether regions, wiping away blood mixed with his semen.

He picked her up and lowered her slowly into the hot water. If the water stung her flesh she really didn’t know: she was feeling so relaxed and sated that the only thing she did was heave a deep sigh as she, for the first time in a long while, was completely submerged into hot, cleansing, beautiful water!

The big Inu picked up another cloth, before crouching down before her.

She smiled shyly at him. “You know, I think I am able to wash myself now.”

A slow smile curled his mouth, and the sight took her breath away.

“As your alpha, it is my right, my pleasure to take care of you. Not only during the times when you’re incapable of taking care of yourself. It’s this Sesshoumaru’s right to wash you, to feed you, to take care of any need you might have. You can, however, do the same things for me, Kagome. As mates, grooming each other, feeding each other, pleasuring each other, it will develop and strengthen our bond.”

He offered her the wash cloth with a lascivious smirk that curled her toes with its promise. “So, do you think you can return the favor?”

With a shy blush but joyful smile, she accepted his offer and all it entailed.