InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Deeper Destiny ❯ Chapter 12

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A Deeper Destiny: Chapter 12


Disclaimer: Inuyasha rightfully belongs to Rumiko Takahashi. I do not own or profit from him in any way.


A/N: This chapter is dedicated to half demon cat kagome, who has been such an awesome reader. I hope this chapter is to your liking!


“Open your yukata.” Her mouth dropped open, sapphire eyes flashing indignantly.
“What?!”

Sesshoumaru sighed. Gently, he prodded Kagome to the bench-like formation in the rock wall. Setting her down, he began pushing her yukata open. He paused as Kagome slapped her hands over his.

“What are you doing?!”

“We have to tend to your wounds,” the Taiyoukai replied, as though stating the obvious.

“Tend to my wounds?”

“Yes. As you saw earlier, my saliva holds healing properties.” Kagome blushed as she remembered the cut on her cheek. Hesitantly, her hands went slack, and she tentatively pushed her yukata off her shoulders, still covering her breasts. Sesshoumaru kneeled at her feet, and began to lick at the shallow slash on her left shoulder. He caught the rise in her temperature and the hitch in her breath. Willing away impure thoughts, he focused on the need to heal Kagome. Wit one last thorough lick, he sat back and sniffed.
“Where are your other wounds?” He watched silently as she bit her lip. If anything, it was the faint scent of her blood that kept him from ravaging this barely-dressed miko. Reluctantly, she hiked up her yukata, revealing a cut across a thigh. Blushing deeply, she looked away. Lowering his head, he watched in fascination as the muscles in her thigh twitched when his hair brushed against her skin. Her legs trembled as his warm breath caressed her tender flesh. Licking at the wound, he secretly delighted in the small gasps that escaped her lips. And that scent. It was much stronger from here. It was her scent, purely Kagome, but tinged with spiciness and something dark. It called to him, that scent, but he tried to ignore it. He was reluctant to withdraw, but he was licking at a healed wound now and he had other cuts to see to. He looked up at breathless Kagome, whose sapphire eyes were vague and glazed.
He didn't have to look too far for the rest of her wounds; crimson was beginning to seep through the white yukata. Beneath the small, feminine fist clenched tight over her breasts, a vibrant red was slowly widening. He placed a hand at the collar of her kimono, and tried to pry the garment apart, however her hand tightened around the fabric in her grasp. Dropping his hand, he stood up and sat beside the dazed woman.
Taking her chin into his hand, he turned her face gently so that she looked straight at him. A pretty pink rose in her cheeks as she stared up into his flickering gold eyes. Sesshoumaru leaned over her, silver hair curtaining round the black-haired miko. Her hands fell into her lap and her kimono parted as his lips paused a breath’s width away from her own.
“Trust me, Kagome.” That said, he kissed her tenderly, tilting her head back and entering her welcome mouth with his inquisitive tongue. Tasting her thoroughly, he trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her jaw, stopping to suckle at her pulse and collar bone. Kagome had her head tossed back, chest heaving as the Taiyoukai administered his attention to her flesh. Her back arched once again, causing her to give way; falling backwards, only to land in the cradle of two sensuously strong arms. She was pulled into lap, an unmistakable hardness pressed against her thinly covered core.
Gasping his name as his hot tongue surrounded her breast, the slight sting as he licked at her open wound was barely noticeable. Squirming slightly in his lap, she gasped again as the Taiyoukai growled approvingly and rocked against her core. A clawed hand pulled at the sash at her waist, fumbling to pull open the yukata. Wound now healed, he focused on a nipple gone stiff from his attentions. Circling the nipple with his rough tongue, he growled appreciatively into her breast as she moaned his name, unconsciously rocking against her even harder. The damp towel he wore was the only barrier between them now.
As he switched to the other breast and began to lick and suck there, he increased the force of his rocking, causing the damp towel, soaked with water as well Kagome’s juices, to rub against Kagome’s entrance with a delicious friction, causing the miko to cry his name as she quivered in his arms, orgasm rippling through her body.
Sesshoumaru ceased his movements, staying still so that Kagome could catch her breath. When her sapphire eyes had opened again, he leaned forward, intent on kissing those sensuously parted lips. His face was an inch away from hers, hot breath mingling wit each others when...
“Sesshoumaru-sama!! Forgive me for interrupting milord!!” He jerked back up. Kagome scrambled out of his lap and pulled her yukata closed.

“What is it, Jaken?”

“Mareo is waiting for you in your office,” the toad demon squawked from the other side of the door.

“I will be there shortly.”

“Yes, milord. Oh! And I have not been able to find Lady Kagome, she was not in her room.” Kagome bit her lip as Sesshoumaru glanced down at her.

“I see. Leave her to me. You may go now, Jaken.”

“Yes, Lord Sesshoumaru!!”

Stock-still and silent, they listened intently as Jaken’s footsteps faded away. Sesshoumaru glanced down at Kagome, who was stretched out beneath his hovering form. Scooping her into his arms, he shredded their clothes off and leapt into the hot springs. Silencing her shriek of surprise with a kiss, they remained in lip-lock even after he had resurfaced. Climbing out of the water with a content miko in his arms, he made his way back to his chambers. Entering the lavish room, he made his way to the shoji door opposite of his futon.
He set her down, smiling a bit at the way she gaped at his dressing room. He tossed her a towel before going to the shelves and pulling on his customary haori and hakama. Stepping over to the adjacent wall, he scanned a shelf scrupulously before taking out a neat stack of white and blue silk. He handed the clothes to Kagome before turning his back and shutting his haori, tying it shut with his obi. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught sight of Kagome’s bare back before it disappeared behind white silk. Striding towards her, he stood close to her as he took the cerulean obi from her hands and wrapped it bout her waist, tying it into a an ornate knot behind her. He steeped back and spun her in his arms.

“You look beautiful,” he murmured, delighting in the contrast of her dark hair against the stark white silk, the obi that brought out her eyes even more. She blushed, and looked away. Sesshoumaru merely smiled, and took her hand in his, leading her out and into the hall.

Kagome couldn’t help but to smile as she and Sesshoumaru strode down the halls to his office. With her hand held tight in his, their fingers laced, she felt incredibly happy. Sure, she had to take two steps for every one of his, but it didn’t matter, her chest felt light as air.
Letting the smile fade from her face as their pace slowed and the office doors neared, she fixed her hair with one hand, face hardening. Mareo was waiting for them, the demon that had attacked her in the gardens. She stared at Sesshoumaru as he stood silently before the doors of his office, hand resting on the dark wood.

“Sesshou?” She questioned softly, brow furrowing as he turned to look at her, face completely blank. She opened her mouth to question him, but was silenced as his lips crashed down on hers. Like she had done just an hour or so before, she melted into the Taiyoukai, breath stolen and brain turned to mush. Fingers to her lips as the broke apart, she stared dreamily at the floor as Sesshoumaru turned back to the door.

“Shall we?” She nodded, straightening her spine as she came to her senses. Holding her head high, she followed the silver-haired Inu-Youkai as he strolled into the room. A bandaged Mareo rose and bowed as Sesshoumaru guided Kagome to a cushion behind his desk. Seating himself next to her, he cleared his throat. The raven-haired Youkai rose and seated himself before Sesshoumaru. Mareo sniffed discreetly, staring at his Lord with calculating eyes.
“Is there a problem, Mareo?” The violet-eyed demon shook his head.

“No, Sesshoumaru-sama.” He bowed his head, hiding his narrowed eyes. That miko’s scent was all over Sesshoumaru. And though it was faint, he smelled arousal; from both of them. Straightening himself, he glanced at the miko. She was watching him intently, contempt smoldering in her sapphire eyes.

“I take it your mission was successful?”

“Yes my Lord, the rogue demon terrorizing the villages to the south of the Western lands was apprehended and killed.”

“Good. Now, why did you not report to me immediately upon arriving at the palace?”

“I sensed a miko, and decided to investigate.”

“And you attacked her.”

“Yes, well, I was doing my duty, my Lord. My first priority is to serve you. By killing her, I would have eliminated any danger to you.” A moment of silence passed before Sesshoumaru slammed a fist upon his desk.

“This Sesshoumaru is capable of protecting himself! Your duty is to protect the palace and follow my orders, not to act as my bodyguard! She is a guest here! And even if she had not been my guest, do you think I would have let her wander my lands idly?!” Though his voice was low and even, the room’s other occupants cringed internally at the anger in his voice.

“I understand the error of my ways, my Lord. Forgive me, I deserve whatever punishment you see fit.” Mareo bowed his head to the floor.

“It is not I that you should be asking for forgiveness. It is the Lady Kagome that warrants your apologies.” Mareo’s head snapped up at this. Drawing back at his Lord’s cold stare, he sighed and looked at Kagome. Placing his forehead upon the floor, he reluctantly placed both hands on the ground.

“Lady Kagome, I beg for your forgiveness. This fool was quick to act, without pausing to think or reason. Any punishment you see fit is what I deserve.” Sesshoumaru glanced over at Kagome, who was staring at Mareo emotionlessly.

“You are forgiven.” Mareo bolted up, staring at Kagome incredulously. Sesshoumaru raised a brow. “I understand your reaction to my presence. Just don’t do it again.” The black-haired Youkai nodded dazedly.

“Consider yourself lucky, Mareo. The Lady Kagome may have a kind and soft heart, but she is ruthless in battle. Had I not intervened, she would have killed you.” Silence fell in the room, shortly disturbed by a knock at the door. A muffled, “Afternoon meal will begin shortly” was heard.

As Kagome, Sesshoumaru, and Mareo made their way down the main hall to the dining room, Mareo moved to walk alongside Sesshoumaru.

“My Lord...” Their pace slowed until they were a short distance from Kagome. “Lady Kagome... Is she the Kagome that hunted for the Shikon no kakera and defeated Naraku?” Sesshoumaru glanced over at the young demon beside him. He’d only served him for five years, had become his best warrior in the second, and his top spy in the last year. But Mareo was still young, and hadn’t matured fully yet. In a way, he reminded him of Inuyasha, except Mareo was much more strategic and clever. Allowing the corner of his mouth to quirk, he looked back at the white kimono-clad woman ahead of them.

“The one and the same.”


A/N: Chapter twelve is D O N E !!! Phew. Remember those already finished chapters I was talking about? Well, I think I have to just fill in two more chapters! So I’ll be working on chapters 13 and 14, and 15-17 are already done. I think I can finally get a move on with my fics, school is almost done! So be on the lookout for new chapters as well as new fics!! Thanks everyone!


--Angie