InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ A Mere Digression ❯ Part 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. This fanfiction had been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.

 

A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing the previous chapter of this story! Yes, I know it took me a while, but bear with me because this is terribly hard to write, believe it or not. I guess my lemon skills are not quite up to scratch yet, hehe! Anyway, please enjoy this one…

 

 

 

A Mere Digression - Part 3

 

 

Riding on Inuyasha's back as the hanyou sped back to the village, Kagome could not prevent the torrent of despair mingled with shame from crashing over her. Now that her mind was clear, she knew that what she and Sesshoumaru had done was nothing short of disgraceful. They had… rutted like two mindless animals in heat, uncaring that they were out in the open. It had felt so good at that time, but now…

 

It was not wrong to feel like this, right? After all, what had just happened could only be described as forced, even though neither of them were to be blamed.

 

And the last thing Kagome wanted was to answer any questions. It was hard enough for her mind to cope with what she and Sesshoumaru had done. Voicing it aloud would make it even worse. But Inuyasha was persistent.

 

“What the hell are you doing here? We've been looking all over for you!” the hanyou asked belligerently.

 

“I... I got away from Mukotsu…” she responded haltingly.

 

“I know that. But what are you wearing? Where are your clothes?”

 

Think, Kagome. Think! “Mukotsu… forced me to change…” she finally improvised.

 

A growl sounded from Inuyasha. “That bastard is a pile of ashes outside the hut. What happened?”

 

“I… Don't know…”

 

The hanyou's tone was nothing short of incredulous when he exclaimed, “What do you mean, you don't know! What's going on, Kagome?”

 

She could not take much more of it. “Inuyasha, please stop. I'm too tired to deal with this,” she bit out tightly.

 

The hanyou fell silent for a moment. And then he asked gruffly, “Are you alright?”

 

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “I'm fine now. Just need to rest a little.”

 

A short paused followed before he asked, “What's that smell?”

 

Kagome blanched. “What smell? You mean the incense and all?” she said, surprised at how calm she sounded. “Look, Inuyasha. I know you're worried. But I'm fine now. Really.”

 

Inuyasha's steps faltered slightly, and then he simply grunted.

 

She was glad that Inuyasha could not see her face when he asked the last question. Had she missed something when she cleaned up between her thighs? Had Inuyasha managed to sniff out the evidence of what she had done with Sesshoumaru? Whatever it was, there was no way she was going to tell Inuyasha what had happened between her and his brother. He would probably fly into a blind rage.

 

Soon, they arrived at Kaede's village. When Inuyasha set her down, she was immediately swamped by her other friends. With a gasp, Shippou launched himself into her arms.

 

“I was so worried, Kagome!” the kitsune exclaimed tearfully.

 

“Keh!” Inuyasha exclaimed. “She's here now, isn't she?”

 

As Kagome patted his back, Shippou suddenly froze and looked up at her with a pair of anxious eyes. Before she could ask him what was wrong, Sango and Miroku came up to them.

 

Miroku spoke first. “We couldn't find you when we woke up.”

 

“Are you alright?” the taijiya said, concern lacing her words.

 

Not up to uttering another false sentence, Kagome simply mumbled something incoherent.

 

Sango placed a reassuring hand on her shoulders. “Let's talk in Kaede's hut. She's out gathering herbs at the moment.”

 

Nodding, Kagome walked towards the familiar wooden hut with a strangely silent Shippou in her arms. Her friends would surely want to know what had happened, but she did not know how she could deal with the questions if she told them the truth.

 

“Kagome-chan, are you sure you're alright?” Sango asked quietly once they entered the warm hut.

 

Kagome nodded, forcing a smile to her lips. “Yes, just a little tired,” she said, sitting down on the tatami mat in front of the small fire pit with Shippou in her lap. Extending her arms, she allowed the comforting warmth to seep into her skin. But she could not help but feel that she was still chilled inside.

 

Miroku shook his head slowly. “We should have been more alert. The Shinchinintai is more devious than I expected. You could have been greatly injured. It is fortunate that you've escaped unscathed.”

 

Unscathed? Hardly, Kagome thought morosely. “I'm fine now,” she assured them, wishing nothing but for them to drop the topic.

 

“But how did you escape?” Sango asked.

 

Kagome averted her eyes. Hating to lie to her friends, but knowing that she had no choice, she muttered, “When I woke up, Mukotsu is… gone. Dead. So I walked away to find you all.”

 

Inuyasha crossed his arms over his chest, a frown adorning his forehead. “Something is not right. How the hell did he just drop dead like that?”

 

“Maybe Naraku took back the shard, hence killing him?” Miroku suggested thoughtfully.

 

Kagome's eyes widened. What happened to Mukotsu's shard? She did not remember seeing it when they left. Had Sesshoumaru taken it when he killed the Shinchinintai? But she had not sensed it. How could that be?

 

Then she felt a hand on her arm. Looking up, she noted the worried look Sango wore. Glancing around, she realized that Inuyasha and Miroku were wearing the same expression. Shippou simply watched her with an uncharacteristic seriousness, but he said nothing, asked nothing. The kitsune simply wrapped his little arms around her, providing her with silent comfort which she was truly grateful for.

 

She bit back a sigh. She knew that they were concerned, but she could tell them nothing of the truth.

 

So she forced another smile to her lips.

 

“Quit worrying, you all! Honestly, I'm just tired. I'll be fine after a nap.”

 

 

…***….***…***…

 

 

Kagome stood at the foot of the hill, staring unseeingly at the foggy outline of the crumbling Mount Hakurei.

 

She was distraught when she had not been able to enter the sacred grounds. At least, not without feeling really queasy. What could have possibly caused such a thing? Was it because she was now considered… impure? Evil? Lover of a demon? Why? Or was it because she had hidden the truth from her friend? Lying with a straight face to hide the despair, anger and guilt?

 

So now she was standing a safe distance away with an unconscious Shippou in her arms while Inuyasha and the rest went in. Left alone with her failure to approach the holy grounds, everything that she had suppressed for the last three weeks began to surface.

 

Kagome lowered her eyes, remembering how things had been ever since that fateful day. Initially, Inuyasha, Sango and Miroku had constantly prodded her about it, their continual concern making her feel even more guilty. But as days turned into weeks, they had stopped asking her. Perhaps it was because she had gone out of her way to smile, laugh and tried her best to put on a `normal' façade to ease their concern, all the while suppressing the sour, bitter taste of her own shameful actions. No one seemed to have heard the hollowness in her voice for the last three weeks. It was good, wasn't it, that they did not realize that there was still something wrong with her?

 

All except for Shippou, who continued to be by her side without any demands.

He had not questioned her at all about it. Shippou simply stayed with her, offering nothing but his silent comfort. Maybe he had realized the truth and had chosen to keep quiet about it. Perhaps his senses were more sensitive than Inuyasha's, seeing that Shippou was a full demon. She would never know, because she could never get the nerve to ask him. It was still too painful.

 

Kagome glanced down at the still unconscious kitsune in her arms. The mist was thinning and the rest should be out soon. And since she did not feel as queasy, she guessed that Shippou would awaken soon. As her eyes swept over his features, it suddenly struck her that he seemed to be more grown up after that incident, moving away from his childlike behavior into a more serious mode. She could even swear that he had grown a couple more inches.

 

Yes, one did have to grow up eventually, right?

 

Childhood, adolescent, puberty, marriage…

 

A lump lodged in her throat as more thoughts bombarded her mind. She had never expected her first time to be like that. Come to think of it, she had not thought much about it past the fact that it should be gentle and romantic. She snorted inwardly. Gentle and romantic was not how she would describe her first time. Still, she could not deny that it had been explosive, beyond what she had expected. But it was Sesshoumaru, someone who was a practical stranger to her. Not to mention he was forced into it as well.

 

The whole thing made her feel… dirty.

 

And angry.

 

Her eyes narrowed. The bastard Mukotsu had subjected her to a despicable poison, stripping her of her innocence. If he was not dead, she would gladly drive an arrow into his heart, if he had one.

 

Then she sagged as remorse coursed through her. Remorse at the fact that she had dragged a reluctant Sesshoumaru into it especially after the taiyoukai had saved her. The worse thing was, Sesshoumaru had not been unpleasant about it. That very fact made her feel even more guilty. It would have been better if he had blown up or said something harsh to her. Maybe she would even welcome him pressing his claws to her neck to warn her never to lay a single finger on his exalted person.

 

But he had not done so. He had simply given her some of HIS clothes and left. It had baffled her then, stunned her into a complete muddle until it sank in that she had had sex with Sesshoumaru. Kagome's lips twisted bitterly as she remembered how she had curled into a ball and cried in despair until Inuyasha arrived.

 

She sighed.

 

At least she was not pregnant.

 

For the past three weeks, while Inuyasha and the rest worried about the Shinchinintai, she had been worried about being pregnant, only to cry in relief when her period started two weeks ago. Inuyasha had simply keh-ed in his usual gruff manner but she knew that the rest were rather confused by her mood swings.

 

In a sudden fit of irritation, she kicked a pebble at her feet viciously.

 

Would she never stop thinking about it?

 

She gritted her teeth in determination. Time healed everything, right? If she just carried on like normal, sooner or later the memory would fade, right?

 

Yes, she would be fine. She just had to stop thinking about it.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

It had taken an unacceptably long time for him to find Naraku, but as Sesshoumaru approached Mount Hakurei, his senses tingled with anticipation at the knowledge that his target was finally within reach.

 

But there was another presence.

 

The undead miko was with Naraku.

 

Sesshoumaru instantly quickened his steps until he caught sight of the undead miko standing by the cliff with Naraku, a broken bow laying uselessly at her feet. Her expression was one of disbelief as Naraku retracted his clawed hand from her chest. A fraction of a second later, the miko's limp body fell backwards into the smoky crevice next to the cliff.

 

Naraku turned to him. “Ah, Sesshoumaru. You've come to join us, I see.”

 

Taking a step forward, Jaken squawked indignantly, “You will address Sesshoumaru-sama with the title he deserves!”

 

Eyes narrowing, Naraku shot Jaken a cold look.

 

“Step back, Jaken,” Sesshoumaru cautioned. It would not do for his retainer to be in the way when he attacked. If Naraku dared to venture out of his barrier after all this time, it must mean that the hanyou had gained strength.

 

“Why, are you here for a fight?” Naraku asked, quirking a brow.

 

“Hn.”

 

Toukijin slid out of its sheath with ease and a moment later, Sesshoumaru launched himself upwards. The blade hissed through air before it came down, slicing Naraku into pieces.

 

As he landed back on his feet, Sesshoumaru's brow furrowed slightly. The hanyou had not bothered to avoid the blow. Which could only mean…

 

Naraku's head floated into sight. “It will not work, Sesshoumaru!” he declared smugly as his broken flesh recomposed and melded together. “I'm stronger now,” he added with a laugh, and then sped away.

 

Naraku was simply testing his renewed strength. Sesshoumaru's lips thinned in annoyance. And once again, the filthy hanyou had succeeded in escaping him.

 

Then he shifted slightly when he detected the presence of others some distance away. Inuyasha and his… friends were there as well. This hardly surprised him, for they were all hunting down the same hanyou.

 

Unbidden, the image of the miko flashed across his mind, reminding him of their coupling with unsettling clarity. It baffled him that that particular encounter still haunted him even though it had happened weeks ago. His mind had been unwilling, but his body had betrayed him. Still, it should not bother him unduly. Perhaps his reaction was due to the fact that she was a human miko, and not his occasional female youkai companions.

 

Frowning, Sesshoumaru banished the thought from his mind to concentrate on his current task. Naraku's strength had increased, as evidenced from their short-lived battle. It would seem that normal physical attack no longer sufficed. It was time to locate other means of destroying the hanyou.

 

“Oi, Sesshoumaru!”

 

His half-brother's unwelcomed voice pierced his thoughts, but Sesshoumaru did not turn around. Beside him, Jaken sputtered indignantly. But he knew the moment Inuyasha saw the bow.

 

“Kikyo's bow? Where's Kikyo?”

 

Sesshoumaru turned around to find Inuyasha glaring at him, the bow held tightly in his hand. Before he could answer, Jaken spoke, “Naraku threw her into the crevice.”

 

Inuyasha's lips parted in a soundless gasp.

 

A choked sound drew Sesshoumaru's attention to the miko standing not far behind. She was staring at him with those large, liquid eyes. He immediately remembered how those eyes had begged him to take her, to ravish her. His blood heated at the notion and he had to forcibly suppress the urge of desire his wayward body was suddenly experiencing.

 

Their gaze only broke when Inuyasha's voice pierced the air.

 

"What did you do, just stand by and watch? Did you just sit there and watch her die?!" Inuyasha accused heatedly, his fists clenching around the broken bow.

 

Deciding that it was pointless to remain there any longer, Sesshoumaru spun around and began to walk away. “Come, Jaken.”

 

“Hai, Sesshoumaru-sama.”

 

“Damn it, Sesshoumaru! Get back here! Why didn't you save her?”

 

Sesshoumaru paused. Perhaps he would have stopped Naraku had he arrived in time. However, it was a moot point. He frowned inwardly, suddenly irked at himself for even contemplating such thoughts.

 

Without looking back, he simply said, “She was not my responsibility.”

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

She knew she was staring, but she could not help it.

 

But Kagome did not expect everything to come crashing down on her at the mere sight of Sesshoumaru. Just when she thought that she was about to get over it, she saw him standing there, as composed as ever.

 

She saw him staring down impassively as Inuyasha yelled at him for not saving Kikyo from Naraku. They had just narrowly escaped the collapsing Mount Hakurei, only to find Sesshoumaru standing at the edge of the cliff next to Kikyo's broken bow. Unfortunately, Naraku had managed to escape.

 

Kagome tried to avert her gaze when Sesshoumaru's eyes landed on her. She did not want to look at him, but she could not help it. And she could not help herself from reacting when their eyes locked. It was as if seeing him had set something off in her body. Something which felt so much like desire.

 

Transfixed by his familiar form, she could only continue to stare as Sesshoumaru told Inuyasha that Kikyo was not his responsibility. Meaning that Kikyo was Inuyasha's responsibility. Kagome's lips twisted bitterly. It was not as if she did not know it. Inuyasha had never given up on Kikyo. But Inuyasha had given up on asking her about what happened after Mukotsu when she was reluctant to speak about it.

 

Sesshoumaru lifted into the sky soon after, leaving Inuyasha to stare furiously at his departing form. When Inuyasha came back to them, Kagome took in the obvious distress in the hanyou's eyes. He wanted to look for Kikyo, she decided in resignation. It was only right, she supposed.

 

“Go, Inuyasha,” she said in a quiet voice.

 

He blinked at her. Then Inuyasha lowered his eyes. “I have to. You understand that, right?” he finally said.

 

Not knowing what else to say, she simply nodded.

 

As the figure in red streaked off, Kagome felt a soft touch on her arm. She turned around to find Sango giving her a sympathetic look.

 

“Let's go, Kagome.”

 

With that, they mounted Kirara and flew off.

 

Kagome sighed as she closed her eyes, allowing the wind to blow harsh against her face. She did not have the heart or the mind to be worried about Inuyasha and Kikyo at the moment. She had her own problem to deal with.

 

Namely Mukotsu's poison.

 

Kagome bit her lips anxiously as she pressed down low on her belly in an attempt to ease the growing pressure. It was faint, but there was definitely something there still. It seemed that Mukotsu's poison was still running around in her system. The prick must have decided to make sure that his `wife' would desire him at least once every few weeks.

 

It was not long before they landed in a clearing, preparing to make camp for the night. She noted that they were not too far from Kouga's lair.

 

“Kagome? Are you alright?”

 

Raising her eyes, she found Sango crouching beside her. Forcing a smile to her lips, she said, “I'm fine.”

 

Miroku joined them, his worried eyes skating over her. “You seem to be distressed.”

 

“Miroku, I'm fine,” she reiterated tightly.

 

The two of them were obviously unconvinced, but decided to relent. Shippou simply stared up at her wordlessly with a pair of concerned eyes. It was as if he knew what was wrong with her. How could that be? After all, he was a child, wasn't he?

 

She glanced at the kitsune, noting how his clothes seemed to be much tighter than before. They had to find him some new clothes, she thought absently.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

It took three more days before her unsatisfied lust grew and grew until it became a physical pain. Hunting shards were out of the question as she was worried that she might latch on to any available male. The funny thing was, her body seemed to know that Miroku was out of bounds. And Inuyasha…

 

Her lips twisted. She had nothing to worry about there. Inuyasha was not even around. He was still out there searching for Kikyo.

 

Curling up against a tree at the edge of their camp, Kagome groaned in frustration. She knew that there was only one thing she could do to ease the desire and that was to have sex with someone. Much as the idea repulsed her, she knew that she could not afford to be in this state all the time because she would not be able to concentrate long enough to survive in a fight. And with Naraku out and about, it was growing increasingly urgent that they obtained the Shikon shards before he did.

 

Beside her, Shippou was twitching anxiously.

 

“D-Don't worry, Shippou. I'm fine,” she tried to assure him through clenched teeth.

 

She saw his eyes flare momentarily before the kit strode up to her, clad in his new clothes which was strangely similar to his old one, only larger. Absently, she noticed that the hand on her knee was no longer so small, but appeared to resemble a normal humanoid hand.

 

“Kagome, you need to find help.”

 

She glanced sharply at his serious face. This was the first time he addressed her problem. What did he know about it?

 

“It'll pass,” she whispered. “It's nothing.”

 

Once again, his eyes flared. “It won't pass. You need someone, Kagome.”

 

She looked away, not able to face the kit's knowing expression. Now it was confirmed. Shippou knew what was going on. For how long had he known? Like she had thought, it must be because he was a full demon and could sense what Inuyasha could not. Suddenly, she felt a wash of intense affection for the kit. Shippou had known but understood her enough not to press her for the details.

 

Still, something had to be done, she decided. Shippou was right.

 

There was only one other person she trusted enough to help her with this. She would be involving another innocent person in this mess but she had no choice.

 

“Shippou? Can you get Miroku?”

 

The kit's eyes widened incredulously. As she comprehended his silent reaction, she shook her head swiftly. “No, I'm not… doing anything with him. I just need him to find someone.”

 

Wordlessly, Shippou nodded and left. Soon, he returned with a bewildered Miroku.

 

“Kagome? Are you still feeling unwell?” the houshi asked with gentle concern, placing his hand on her clammy forehead.

 

The stabs of desire were growing more intense now, and she tried valiantly not to let it show. “Miroku, please. Find Kouga,” she pled, curling deeper against her knees.

 

The houshi's eyes widened in shock. “Why Kouga? I'll find a healer.”

 

“No. Just get him here. I need to… talk to him.”

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed when a scent reached him. It was the houshi who traveled with Inuyasha. What astonished him most was the familiar but faint scent of the miko's arousal. He was not aware that the miko had such relations with the houshi. As far as he was aware, the miko was infatuated with Inuyasha, not this human.

 

The houshi's steps faltered as their eyes met.

 

“Sesshoumaru-sama.”

 

Noticing the distinct discomfort in the human's features, Sesshoumaru simply stared at him. The fact that miko was physically close to the houshi should not affect him, therefore his sudden flare of annoyance at the notion unsettled him.

 

“Pardon my interruption to your journey, Sesshoumaru-sama. But have you seen Kouga, by any chance?”

 

Sesshoumaru paused, deliberating if he should deign to respond. Seeing no harm in it, he finally said, “The wolf prince?”

 

The houshi nodded. “I need to find him.”

 

“No. I have not seen him.”

 

Deflating visibly, the houshi bowed. “Thank you for your time.”

 

Perhaps it was the miko's scent which compelled him to do take such an usual step. But before he could reconsider his words, Sesshoumaru asked, “To what purpose do you seek the wolf?”

 

A hesitant look crossed the human's face before he replied, “Kagome. She wanted to see him.”

 

Sesshoumaru frowned inwardly. Could the miko be experiencing the same thing as she did few weeks ago? Could it be that she wished for the wolf to relieve her of her desire?

 

Telling himself that the matter does not concern him, Sesshoumaru simply inclined his head at the houshi moments before the human walked away.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Kouga arrived in his usual manner, kicking a trail of dust up behind him. By then, the burning desire within her was so intense that it was hard for her to focus on his face.

 

“Kagome, my woman!” Kouga greeted, drawing her up into a hug.

 

Kagome smiled weakly. His touch only served to heighten her need. “Kouga, take me somewhere else, please?” she asked in a strained voice. “I don't want… anyone to see me for a while.”

 

“Kagome?” Then his eyes widened in realization. “You're…” he faltered uncertainly even as a gleam of desire entered his blue eyes.

 

“I'll explain on the way.”

 

So, as Kouga carried her, she spoke quietly in his ears, explaining about the poison. She left out the part about Sesshoumaru, deciding that the proud taiyoukai would not thank her for spreading around something like this. She had caused enough problems for him and she did not want to make it worse.

 

When they landed by the side of a gurgling stream, Kouga spun around to face her. His expression was troubled when he said, “You are saying that you need me to…”

 

She interjected quickly, “I'm sorry to ask something like this from you, Kouga. But I need to…”

 

His expression clearing, Kouga placed a hand on her lips. “You're my woman. If you desire me, you only need to say so and I will do anything in my power to satisfy you.”

 

Guilt wracked through her. Kami-sama, this was unbearably difficult. She did not want to lead Kouga on but she needed someone to take away the pain. “Kouga, this doesn't mean that…”

 

Her eyes rounded when Kouga's lips touched hers. Instantly, her body melted into his, her hands searching for any bare skin she could touch, all manner of sensible thoughts deserting her. When her hand found Kouga's bare thighs, she heard him growl low in his throat.

 

A small voice in her head kept telling her that this was wrong.

 

But it was silenced by the burning desire coursing through her body.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

Sesshoumaru froze when the unmistakable scent reached him.

 

Glancing down at his retainer, he said, “Take Rin and Ah Un to the cave in the west and wait there.”

 

Jaken blinked up at him questioningly, and then nodded. When the small youkai and his ward was out of sight, Sesshoumaru turned his attention back to the scent.

 

It was the miko and she was not alone. The wolf prince was with her. Curiosity piqued despite himself, Sesshoumaru made his way stealthily towards the origin of the scent. As he neared, his ears pricked at the soft, passionate moan of the miko followed by a lustful growl from the wolf.

 

Cloaking his presence, for the wolf would sense it otherwise, Sesshoumaru ventured closer until the two figures came into view.

 

Still fully clothed, the miko was clinging on to the wolf as he ran a hand down her backside to her thighs. A sigh escaped her lips just before she latched her mouth onto the top of his bare chest. The wolf growled and Sesshoumaru instantly smelled a further spike of arousal in the air.

 

Where was his hanyou brother, Sesshoumaru thought irritably. This wench was Inuyasha's responsibility. Something told him that Inuyasha might gave gone to look for the undead miko. How foolish. The other miko obviously did not belong to this world and yet, Inuyasha cared so much for her that he was willing to leave this miko in the state she was in.

 

Unless, of course, Inuyasha was not aware of the miko's predicament. It was possible, considering the hanyou's inferior senses.

 

A loud moan drew Sesshoumaru away from his contemplations. His breath caught in his throat when he saw the miko's bare breasts. Clad only in the short green garment, the rest of her clothes were now lying on the grass, leaving her top bare. The wolf lowered her down the grass as he trailed his lips down to suckle the tip of her rosy peak.

 

What they were doing should not concern him and he certainly should not be viewing such private acts. However, he found himself unable to move away even as his body began to react to the sight. Involuntarily, Sesshoumaru clenched his hands. Incensed at his own reaction, he stifled a growl.

 

Still, his eyes followed the wolf as the dark-haired demon scraped his fangs up her chest.

 

The wolf intended to mark her, Sesshoumaru realized with surprise. One could not mistake the lengthening of the gleaming fangs against the soft skin of the miko's neck. Was the miko aware of what was about to occur? Remembering how delirious she had been during their coupling, Sesshoumaru doubted it. The miko was incapable of coherent thoughts at the moment.

 

Uncertainty coursed through him. Should he interfere?

 

Without another thought, Sesshoumaru stepped out, revealing his presence. Outwardly impassive, he watched as the wolf jumped and then swirled around. The miko moaned at the lost of contact before she fell weakly to the ground, curling into herself.

 

“Sesshoumaru! What the hell are you doing here?” Kouga snarled, obviously agitated at the interruption.

 

Sesshoumaru's lips tightened at the other demon's tone. “You will not mark the wench without her express permission.”

 

Kouga's eyes bulged. “WHAT?!” He took a step forward, his youki swirling angrily around him. “This is none of your concern, Sesshoumaru. Get lost before I sink my claws in you.”

 

Foolish wolf. Did he really expect to best this Sesshoumaru? Irked at the challenge, Sesshoumaru stepped forward. “You are not capable of such a feat, wolf.”

 

With a snarl, Kouga launched towards him with his claws extended. Sesshoumaru simply sidestepped and retaliated with his own claws. Kouga was instantly thrown back down to the ground. Lips thinning, Sesshoumaru watched impassively as the wolf pushed himself shakily to his feet. It would seem that Kouga intended to persist with his foolishness. Still, Sesshoumaru could not help but wonder why he was even getting involved in such a matter.

 

Glaring at him, the wolf unsheathed his katana. “I don't know why you're even here, but NO ONE stands between me and my woman! You'll die today!” With that, he charged.

 

Unperturbed by the threat, Sesshoumaru waited until the blade was almost upon him before he swiped it to the side effortlessly. Truly, one such as the wolf should not even contemplate challenging those above his station.

 

A hiss of frustration escaped Kouga as he readied himself for another attack. Growing weary of the `battle', Sesshoumaru decided that it was time to end it. When Kouga rushed at him again, Sesshoumaru unsheathed Toukijin to release a blast of youki, throwing the surprised wolf hard against a tree. A crack sounded and the tree broke into half at the impact.

 

With a small whimper, Kouga slid down to the ground, alive but unconscious.

 

 

…***…***…***…

 

 

A pair of familiar booted feet came into view.

 

Kagome glanced up to find her eyes locked on Sesshoumaru. The shock of seeing him momentarily washed away the pounding unsatisfied lust in her veins. His expression betrayed nothing as he stared at her. Only then did she realize that her top was laying some distance away. With a gasp, she wrapped her arms around chest and shot to her feet. Before she could retrieve her top, however, Sesshoumaru was right in front of her.

 

“Do you intend to couple with any available demon?” he asked flatly.

 

Anger began to boil at his words. Gritting her teeth, she retorted, “I can't very well go around like this! I have shards to hunt and I can't be distracted.”

 

“The shards are more important than your honor?”

 

Her anger flared. “How dare you? How can you stand there spouting things like honor.” She swallowed hard. “It's not like you don't know what it's like! You were involved too, remember?”

 

His lips thinned. “And it justifies involving others?”

 

A stab of guilt coursed through her. But she forced herself to meet Sesshoumaru's condescending stare. “Why do you care? It's not you I'm forcing this time right?” she retorted, feeling her heart clench at her own words. She had sank so low as to force someone to have sex with her. Did it really matter that the someone had no objections to it?

 

“One should deal with their own problems.”

 

“I can't, alright!” she choked out.

 

“Yes you can,” he hissed.

 

In a blink of an eye, she found herself pushed against a tree. His clawed hand was on her stomach, pressing her back almost painfully. Her eyes shot up to meet Sesshoumaru's blazing orbs and she immediately felt a frisson of fear running up her spine. What would he do? Would he…

 

To her horror, she felt herself growing wet between her legs.

 

Without breaking their gaze, she felt the pressure on her stomach disappear as he released her, only to suck in a sharp breath when she felt his claws scraping her inner thigh just a second before her panties were ripped off.

 

Unlike the first two times, her mind was no longer as clouded. It was not necessarily a good thing because she was completely aware of what he was doing. Did he intend to have sex with her again? Did he intend to drive into her with as much abandon as he had done weeks ago? Another surge of heat pooled between her thighs at the thought.

 

“S-Sesshoumaru?” she breathed out nervously.

 

To her surprise, he grasped her left fingers, guiding her hand beneath her skirt. Her eyes widened. What was he doing?

 

Then her breath shot out of her when he pushed one of her fingers inside her hot, wet heat. Mortified, she could only stare wordlessly as him, watching his eyes gleam with some unnamed emotion. Streaks of pink began to stain his eyes, and his tightly clenched jaw told her that he was trying hard to control himself.

 

Before she could form another coherent thought, he pulled her fingers out only to pushed two of her fingers back in again. A gasp escaped her lips as she flushed in embarrassment. This was so wrong, so personal with Sesshoumaru pushing her own fingers into her. But still, she could not deny that it felt good. The sticky fluid running down her fingers onto her palms told her that much.

 

As if uncomfortable with her perusal, he dipped his head lower until she felt his heated lips around her nipple, the tip of his tongue flicking against her sensitive flesh. The onslaught of sensation tore a loud moan from her, and continued to do so until he raised his eyes to hers.

 

“THIS… This is what you can do,” he hissed almost viciously as he withdrew and pushed her fingers back in again. “Do you understand?” he reiterated by adding one of his own fingers to hers.

 

She released an open-mouthed moan at the increased fullness inside her. Her knees began to grow weak as he continued to pump those fingers into her. She could feel the telltale tightening in her lower regions. And the tightening intensified when she felt him thumbing her nub, sending jolts of pleasure running through her entire body. The rough pad of his thumb were drawing circles around her even as he continued to thrust their combined fingers into her depth.

 

A strangled gasp escaped her lips when she felt it, felt herself spiraling to the peak. And when it exploded, her lips parted in a silent scream while her muscles spasmed around their fingers.

 

Then everything was still.

 

The only thing which could be heard was the heavy rasping of their breaths as they stared at each other. Now that the desire had abated, she felt a growing embarrassment in the pit of her stomach. But it was different this time. He just... helped her. She glanced down at the arousal tenting his hakama. He had not tried to have sex with her. Why?

 

“You are fertile,” he announced flatly, as if he understood her unspoken question. “I assume you do not wish to be pupped.”

 

It was strangely considerate of him. But then again, he might just be averse to the possibility having more half-demons running around, she thought a little cynically. That could only be the reason, right? Still, something about it did not ring right. His words, to be exact. It was strange. It almost sounded as if he was thinking about her welfare, not just about the possibility of another half demon running around.

 

Not knowing what was the appropriate thing to say in such a situation, but knowing that she should say something, she finally mumbled, “No.” A little pause followed before she added quietly. “Thank you for your consideration.”

 

She could not tell what he was thinking from his usual stoic expression. Then, after a while, he took a step back and inclined his head. Without another word, he spun around and retreated away from the area.

 

 

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A/N: That's it for now until more hentai ideas pop up in my mind! Please review if you can.