InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Love Triangle ( Chapter 8 )

Chapter Eight:

Love Triangle

 

Kagome made her way up the winding stone staircase, she swayed once more and held onto the wall until the world stopped spinning.

She held her head with a delicate hand, trying her best to stay conscious as she trudged up the stairs. Taking a few calming, strengthening breaths, she straightened and began ascending the stairs at a much slower pace. By the time she reached the top of the stairs she felt steadier. She walked down the hall, stopping before the second door on the left.

She knocked once.....

No answer.

She knocked again......

Still no answer.

Huffing with more than a little frustration and irritation, she tried the door handle, when it gave, she open the door and peered inside.

Empty except for the silken kimono and armor lying on the bed. Taking a look around, nothing seemed out of place, the room was clean and looked relatively untouched and undisturbed but Kagome knew better. Even though the kimono and armor lying on the bed gave him away, she could feel him in the room. His energy was everywhere, almost suffocating.

Unknown to her a tall, muscular form watched from the shadows in the corner of the room. Standing so silent and still that the young woman didn't even notice him watching her, stalking her.

"Lord Sessho-"

She jumped as the door slammed close behind her.

She whirled around in surprise to see Lord Sesshomaru standing in front of the door…completely naked. Kagome stood staring at the naked demon, mouth opening and closing, wanting to say something, anything but having no clue what to say. Her mind however, the thoughts running through her mind were plentiful.

She blushed harder than she'd ever had before as she ogled his body.

Muscles, Gods his muscles were like silk over steel, his chest every woman's wet dream, her gaze moved lower to his rippling abs, and even lower….

She paled.

`What the fuck is that thing?'

She'd seen a penis before. Healing soldiers was any everyday thing and sometimes the injuries occurred down there but never, never had she ever seen one as big as that. It was long and thick and ram rod straight, straining upward against his flat abdomen.

"L-lord Sesshomaru. I-I've come to assist you with your bath as you ordered," she stammered.

She didn't like the way he was looking at her.

Hastily she looked down at the floor, at the wall, at his clawed bare feet, anywhere but at the monstrous appendage between his legs.

She decided to focus on his feet.

They were big feet she decided, big but surprisingly soft looking, as though he took exceptional care of his feet. There were no rough patches, bunions, or discoloration that she could see.

The seemed as perfect as everything else on his body. Even the claws were filed to perfection.

Those feet moved towards her. Kagome's eyes abruptly snapped to his own. She didn't like the look in his eyes, nor the way he was slinking closer to her like a wild animal hunting down its prey.

He stalked her slowly, for every step forward, Kagome took two steps back.

"M-my Lord?"

Holding her hands up in an attempt to warn him off, Kagome backed up until the back of her legs hit the edge of the bed and she tumbled onto the many furs and feather stuffed pillows. Quick as lightning he was on top of her, amber eyes burning into her own eyes. She could feel the heat of his body above her, though he supported most of his weight with his muscled arms….his very sexy…arms...she could still feel a portion of his weight, the feeling was not at all unpleasant, instead it was highly erotic.

She had certainly never found herself in such a position before and had no idea how to proceed from here. She was torn between wanting to throw her arms around his thick neck and bring his lips to her own and pressing her hands against his chest and pushing him as far away from her as she could.

She did neither as that heated feeling from earlier returned, more intense than before.

And it took her a moment before she realized what that feeling was.

She was aroused.

Liquid pooled in between her thighs. His nostrils flared and the edges of his eyes bleed red, as his head descended and his lips headed towards hers. Chickening out at the last minute, Kagome turned her head to the side.

She jumped at the feel of his nose against her neck, and groaned at the feel of his breath on her shoulder.

He nipped her skin before placing a soft wet kiss over the sting.

She shivered.

"What spell do you weave on me, female?" he murmured into her ear.

And he meant that as a serious question. She had to be a witch who had bewitched him with a spell of overwhelming lust for her. His head swam with desire, his body thrumming with excitement as his blood pounded in his veins. Never had he felt so attracted to a female.

Never.

He never allowed himself to become so consumed with lust, to let a female have free reign of his emotion and twist him into knots if she so craved.

It had to be a spell.

Some sort of trick that forced his blood to rush to his straining cock.

"I-I don't know what you mean, please, my Lord, you must not touch me so. It is not proper," she whispered, her cheeks a blazing cherry.

Spell?

The only one weaving a spell here was the intoxicating youkai above her.

She had never felt this way before. Her body was on fire from his caresses, her lungs unable to sustain the air she tried to force into it, her mind unable to capture a thought. He was the one weaving the spell here, not her!

Weather he heard her or ignored her, it seemed he cared not for her pitiful plea, for he captured her lips in a heat kiss that scorched her very soul. His lips were soft and firm, demanding and sensual. This was her very first kiss and holy hell what a kiss it was! She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, she could do nothing more than press her lips against his own in sheer lustful abandonment.

With harsh groan, his tongue probed, forcing her mouth open and allowing it to sweep the inside of her mouth, deep and demanding.

That's when she began to fight, banging her small fists against his massive chest. He growled and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head, and deepening the kiss, slipping his tongue between her lips once more in a silent command to comply.

Wedging his hips between her thighs, he pressed himself against her aching core. Kagome gasped, and he took full advantage, his tongue twisting, teeth nipping, sucking almost painfully on her swollen lips.

She moaned, lost in the sinful things he was doing with his tongue in her mouth.

Kagome was no longer fighting to get away from him, but in fact to free her hands to pull him close.

Sensing her compliance, her mounting passion, he let go of her hands in favor of caressing her breast, squeezing them a bit rougher than he meant to but unable to stop himself. The little vixen beneath him didn't seem to mind the rough treatment at all. Indeed she whimpered in a plea for more.

Kagome gasped, arching into his hands, she kissed him back in earnest. As he moved down to her neck she moaned into his ear, her breath caressing the sensitive appendage, sending a shiver down his spine. To his astonishment, he felt his toes curl in absolute pleasure.

Something that had never happened to him before, and he had not even taken her yet.

He panted, rocking against her, wanting nothing more than to shove her kimono up and ram into that soft pliant body of hers, to pound his hips against her own until she screamed his name in the height of pleasure, no longer able to deny that she belong to him. In her daze he knew she would not object.

Sesshomaru pushed her kimono open and bared her naked breast.

Pale with rosy pink nipples the soft and warm globes filled his hands and pleasure slid up her spine. He pinched the nipples, rolling them between his forefinger sand thumbs, watching in male satisfaction as her breath hitched in her throat and she moaned loudly, his names upon her kiss swollen lips.

His mouth watered as he toyed with the hard peaks, both thumbs rolling the rosy tips until she was near out her mind with pleasure, until finally he could take no more.

Dipping his head he captured one and suckled hard.

She cried out in pleasure, sending currents of pleasure straight to his raging cock that lay throbbing against her belly.

He could never recall being so hard, so hard it was down right painful.

"Woman, you will be mine!" He growled fiercely against her naked breast.

That promise seemed to snap her out of her trance. It was if a bucket of ice cold water had been thrown over her head, waking her from her daze and washing away the lust that had blinded her.

He couldn't have her, that would prove to be more disastrous as her identity being unveiled!

Catching him off guard she shoved him off of her and ran for the door, her heart in her throat.

Good Lord what was she doing?!

His voice stopped her as her hand went for the handle.

"You may run, but know this, you shall be mine, become accustomed to this inevitability,"

Pulling her kimono close, Kagome whirled on him, never knowing that to him she looked like a dark haired enchantress, and more fuckable than any woman he had ever come across in his long, long life.

"You will never have me, my Lord, best you get that through your head sooner rather than later,"

Amber eyes flashed red, "You will be mine, best you get that through your head now."

Flustered, Kagome stormed out, slamming the door in an aroused, indignant fury, leaving a determined Sesshomaru, with a raging hard-on.

As Kagome hurried out into the garden, she rearranged her kimono, and sighed, letting the cool air calm her shaky nerves.

Gods, she had never known a man could make a woman feel in such away. Her body tingled still. Her breasts seemed oversensitive, her silken kimono brushing uncomfortably against her nipples. Still she could feel his mouth on them, hot and demanding, rocking between her thighs in just the right spot. Titillating, her stomach turned in pleasant knots.

She was so very aware of her body, of every place his hands had touched and caressed her.

What she was feeling was amazing.

It was incredible, intoxicating, addictive, and so not what she needed right now. She couldn't afford to get lost in such a way, to get lost in passion, especially with one she suspected could be behind the attacks.

Though she hoped to God that none of the males here was really behind the attacks.

Walking over to her favorite fountain, Kagome sat down on its edge and let her finger drift in the water, creating ripples of circles. Looking at her reflection in the water, she took note of her flushed cheeks, swollen lips and slightly mussed hair.

Good Lord she looked like one of the female servants that hurried from the stables after a secret tryst.

She looked as though she had been ravished thoroughly.

She barely recognized herself. She had always though herself attractive, maybe even pretty, but this beautiful temptress in the water could not be her. But as she reached up and touched her lips she knew it was so.

"The moon is beautiful tonight, is it not?"

Starting at the deep voice Kagome turned to see Lord Sarinji sitting upon the fountain's edge, gazing up into the moon.

His handsome features were illuminated by the moonlight, giving him an unearthly glow.

She pasted a hopefully convincing smile on her face, as he turned to face her.

His blue eyes were intense, taking in every detail of her, leaving her feeling oddly vulnerable. Self consciously, she ran her hand over her hair, trying to tame the curly mass.

"Yes, it is quite lovely indeed," Kagome agreed.

When he continued to gaze at her she blushed and looked down at her hands. Tonight was just not her night. She was waaaaay out of her comfort zone and was not sure if she would ever find it again. Not if these males and their piercing gazes had anything to say about it.

Gasping as a hand touched her cheek softly, she looked up into his blue eyes.

"You are very beautiful, Kagome,” he breathed softly, his blue eyes ablaze.

He could not believe his luck at finding her here, wandering the garden all alone as he was himself. After being shown to his room, he'd needed to get away from the castle and into fresh air. He'd been furious with what happened between Sesshomaru and Kagome.

But now, all the anger seemed to evaporate in her presence.

Her very aura brought calm and peace to those lucky enough to bask in her presence. And tonight, he was that lucky individual, though something kept him from relaxing completely.

He sniffed slightly, his nostrils flaring a bit.

It was that scent that bothered him.

Sesshomaru.

He had been close to her, touched her in some way recently for his scent was all over her body, so heavy with lust it was choking. His brows drew down in displeasure.

Had he seduced her?

From the heavy scent he had certainly tried to. That would explain her ravished look. He looked her up and down from the top of her mused hair, down to her dainty little feet hanging off the ground.

Flustered she blushed all the way to the roots of her hair.

"Thank you my, Lord."

He smiled at her nervousness. Surely one as beautiful as her was used to being told she was so? Though he had to say, he was pleased to see that being beautiful had not made her conceited. Vanity was not something one valued in a female, and he'd hate to believe that she would be so shallow.

"You have an extraordinary gift; I do not believe I have thanked you properly for healing my soldiers,” he commented.

Taking her hand he placed a kiss upon her hand, a seductive smile on his lips. Kagome had to admit, his age aside, he was a very attractive male.

"It was nothing my, Lord, really,"

"It was indeed, my men would have perished if not for you."

Deciding she couldn't argue that point, Kagome decided to change the subject.

"What is your home like? In the Eastern lands?"

Sarinji smiled, pleased that she was curious about his home, the home he wanted to make her home. He could not have asked for a better opportunity to start a bond with her. After all he was wooing her.

What better way to start?

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Yamiko walk`ed over to the window, and sat down, mulling over the events of the day. He had expected to have defeated the Northern Lord already and to be headed back home by now, but things had not turned out the way he had planned.

Instead, he was waiting for all his soldier to recover from their attack.

But his men were okay now, and he had something to occupy him for a time.

He smiled.

His fiery Kagome.

She was a beauty to behold indeed. Beautiful, young and sexy as hell. Just the way he liked his women. He could not wait to cart her back to the Southern lands where she would warm his bed and grace his Halls, bringing jealousy to the hearts of every male that laid eyes upon her.

He was a flashy sort of guy and he could not deny that he loved to show off.

It was who he was, and looking as good as he did, he didn't have to do much to draw attention.

Women loved him, men envied him.

That was his life and he wouldn't have it any other way.

As he thought of her, his thoughts turned sour. He was sure of it now; Lord Sesshomaru meant to have her as well.

There was no way in hell he'd let him.

The arrogant mutt had plenty of women sniffing around his boots, he damn sure didn't need Kagome too.

She would be his.

He growled low in his throat, thinking back to how Lord Sesshomaru had manhandled her in the infirmary.

How dare he touch her in such a way?

How dare he touch her in any way?

She was a delicate human woman, not meant to be bruised and manhandled in such a way by some flee bitten dog. In bed sport, it was fine to manhandle a woman, show her exactly who was master and where he wanted her, if she could handle it, but otherwise, no male should put hands to one such as she.

Sesshomaru had better keep his fucking hands to himself or he'd rip them off for him.

Gazing out the window, his keen sight caught a flicker of movement in the garden, and then he saw her, pale skin glowing in the moonlight, her dark head bent to one side.

It seemed as though she was speaking to someone, but a cursed tree was blocking his view.

Who the hell could his woman be talking to so late at night?

Was she out on a secret tryst? Some sort of rendezvous?

He would damn well find out!

He was out of his room and headed swiftly to the gardens in an instant, anger clear in every step.

Was she at this moment with Lord Sesshomaru, gazing at his 'beautiful' face and swooning like all the other women?

The bastard.

He was probably out there trying to seduce her into his bed!

It would not be the first time the demon Lord had stolen a woman right from under his very nose.

Well he damn sure couldn't have this one.

No way in hell was he getting Kagome.

As he neared the garden he could hear feminine laughter and it warmed him. She had the most enchanting laughter he had ever heard from the lips of a woman. He crept quietly behind a marble statue, and peered around, surprised to see that it wasn't Sesshomaru but Sarinji that she was speaking to.

What the hell?

What were the two of them doing out here together?

Alone?

And laughing together?

"Surely you brought a cook with you on your journeys!" Kagome was saying after a round of giggles.

"Indeed I should have but alas I did not, I was but a pup back then, ignorant of the ways of the world. I am great at many things my dear, cooking is not one of those things. I very nearly burned down the forest that day."

Kagome laughed and again it warmed him once more. Hot on the hills of the warm feeling, jealousy burned brightly.

He should be the one to make her laugh!

"Well, my Lord, I must be out off to bed now, as it has grown very late." Kagome said as she stood.

Sarinji stood as well, took her hand and kissed it, lingeringly this time.

"I have enjoyed this talk with you my dear, I wish you a good night and will speak with you in the future,” he said, still holding onto her small hand.

He caressed the top of her soft hand with the pad of his thumb, sending chills up her spine. Kagome's eyes widened slightly. He was very much attractive, and his attentions was indeed a bit arousing though the arousal was in no way near as explosive as the desire between herself and Lord Sesshomaru.

Kagome's brow drew down in disdain at the thought of that arrogant prick, but she managed to form a smile for Lord Sarinji's effort, gently withdrawing her hand from his.

"I look forward to it. Good night, my Lord,"

With that she walked back to the castle, unknowingly passing by Yamiko, who watched her rear end as she walked gracefully back into the castle, disappearing through the double doors.

"It is not polite to spy Lord Yamiko,” said a voice.

Not surprised that he had been caught, Yamiko moved from his hiding place to face Sarinji. Standing, unapologetically, he shrugged his shoulders.

"Nor is it polite to steal the attention of one so beautiful, so late at night, in such a secluded place," Yamiko stated.

Sarinji looked at him calculatingly.

"You wish to possess her for yourself,” he said.

It was more of a statement than a question. It was obvious what the young man had in mind for the black haired vixen. Sarinji had seen that look of desire in his own eyes when he looked in the mirror.

"I do not wish, I will possess her. Make no mistake Sarinji," he said with flash of his fangs.

Sarinji smiled although it lacked any trace of humor.

"You sound as though you have already claimed her," flashing his own pearly whites dangerously.

Crossing his arms, Yamiko grinned back arrogantly, "She will be told who she belongs to; you need not worry about that."

At his words Sarinji shook his head, "You have yet to understand the ways of women. You have a lot to learn kit,"

Yamiko clenched his jaw at the word, a muscle ticking in his jaw. He hated that fucking word! Just because he was the youngest of the Territory Lords did not mean he was naught but a youngling.

He was a male grown dammit!

"You know nothing of me old man!" he bellowed in fury, "I will have her. No one will stand in my way, neither you nor Sesshomaru. Best you stay out of my way or I will be forced to challenge you."

Sarinji stalked up to Yamiko, standing nose to nose with the younger man. Yamiko was selfish, spoiled, vein and immature. He wouldn't know what to do with a woman like that anyways. He would damn sure not let a female such as that go to waste on some youngling that had no respect for his elders.

"And you, my dear kit had best watch your tongue, least you find it cut from your mouth and shoved down your arrogant throat," that said, Sarinji pushed past him, calling over his shoulder, "Kagome will be mine, never doubt that kit."

As Sarinji disappeared through the double doors, Yamiko fumed silently.

He would not lose to that bastard.

Kagome would never pick an old man over him and that was exactly what Sarinji was. An old lecherous male who was old enough to be her great, great, great, great, great, great grandfather!

Okay….so maybe he was exaggerating a bit here, but still he was old and rusty and lecherous!

He himself was old enough to be Kagome's father, but that wasn't the point. He was damn sure younger than that old geezer.

He was the right choice, and Kagome would see that. Sarinji was too old, and Sesshomaru too damn cold.

He was the one she would choose.

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Finally making it to her room, Kagome dragged her tired body inside and closed the door behind her, leaning against it for a moment. She was exhausted physically and emotionally. Now that she was alone in her room, away from the pressure of everyone and everything, tiredness slipped into every fiber of her bones.

She was too tired to think about all that had happened today or to analyze what emotions still twisted low in her belly.

All she wanted to do was topple into bed and sleep.

Walking over to a chest on the opposite side of the room, she knelt down and opened it. As she grabbed a fresh sleeping kimono and headed to the bathing facility, she couldn't help but let her mind replay the events of earlier that night. She had received her first kiss tonight, her first caress, her first taste of passion, great Kami; she had never experienced anything close to that.

Undressing and rushing through her cleaning, she rinsed herself off and went straight into the tub, sinking into the welcoming heat of the hot water.

She sighed, touching her lips softly.

They still tingled from his demanding kiss, her body still thrummed with unspent passion.

For some God awful reason, Lord Sesshomaru had set his sights upon her.

What she had done to deserve such a thing?

It didn't matter; she knew what she had to do.

If things continued this way they would figure out who she was, and she couldn't let that happen. She'd do all in her power to see to that her secret remained a secret.

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Kagura looked over at the sleeping male once more to insure he was indeed asleep, before slinking out of bed. Even though the sleeping agent applied to his cup was supposed to keep him in a deep sleep, she cringed at the slight squeaking sound of the wood floors beneath her. She had made sure to put an extra dose of sleeping toxin in his medicine.

The ceremony he had performed a few minutes ago had taken a harsh toll on his body, even in sleep she could see lines of pain etched into his face. He had summoned six more Ra Ku Youki.

They were headed to the Western lands at this very moment.

The plan was to use them to draw the demon Lord back to his domain, away from the woman Vishious seemed to have an obsessive fixation with.

Indeed the dragon Youkai was obsessed.

No doubt about it.

That obsession could be exploited into a crippling weakness she could use to gain her freedom, not to mention, her revenge. But in order for this to work she had come up with some sort of plan without either of those bastards finding out, for if they did, she'd be punished, or maybe worse.

Kagura shuddered at the thought.

They would make her suffer first.

Gods would they torture her, thing no one would ever dream of. She had seen the ugly things in his mind during her creation. Her master was a sick male indeed. The worse being she had ever encountered.

She couldn't go through that.

She walked quietly outside, a small scroll in hand. She whistled softly and a crow flew to her.

"Hello my dear," she whispered softly to the dark bird, "I would like you to deliver a message for me."

She tied the message to its leg and watched it fly away. She would send that message to the female that Vishious was so determined to have. In the message, she explained everything, where the beasts that attacked the lands were coming from, who was behind the attacks, who was summoning the beasts, everything.

Vishious smiled at the vision in his mirror, watching as Kagura crept back into bed. Then he laughed out loud right as the black crow was devoured by one of his Ra Ku Youki.

Foolish woman, did she think he wouldn't know of her treachery?

He didn't think she was that stupid, he had hoped he had created a smart being, apparently he was sorely mistaken.

She would pay for her insolence, she would pay dearly.

But not now, he'd wait until the time was right, for now his attention was sorely focused on getting that dog away from his fucking woman. His blood boiled as he remembered what he had witnessed. That fleabag had put his dirty paws upon his woman's body, for that alone he would suffer dearly.

But for now, he needed to get her away from him until he could free himself from his prison. If all went well and he collected enough souls, he would be out sometimes this year.

And then he would have the world in his capable hands.

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Sesshomaru lay in his silken sheets, his body on fire, his blood thrumming in his veins; sleep was out of his reach.

Damn that woman.

What had she done to him?

He was a slave to the desire he felt for her, and he didn't like it one bit. He growled as he tossed away the covers and caught his cock in one of his hands, hissing in pleasure at the contact. He squeezed the tip, and then stroked the shaft, remembering the feel of her breast in his hands, her nipples in his mouth, the heat of her body.

Groaning, he stroked hard and slow, rocking his hips into his hand, hating having to pleasure himself but unable stop.

Not wanting to stop.

He circled the head with his thumb and groaned again as a droplet seeped from the tip. Catching the liquid on his thumb, he circled it again, arching his hips into his touch, imagining her small tongue doing those things to him.

Unable to stand his own teasing anymore he jerked his cock at a steady pace, indulging in a fantasy of Kagome, bent over his bed, legs spread, ass lifted to receive him.

He moaned softly, picking up the pace as yet another fantasy presented its self. Of her on her back, legs spread up and over her head, his face between her thighs, teasing her until she screamed for him to stop, then raising up over her and ramming her pussy over and over again, driving them both to completion.

Hearing her screams in his ear, his name on her lips, her nails scoring his back.

In his mind, the fantasy became reality.

He could hear her, feel her.

Snarling, he pumped furiously, biting his lip to keep from roaring with his orgasm, as he came hard and long, stars bursting before his eyes, leaving him sweaty and shaken.

He panted into the quiet room, relieved and unsatisfied with his release.

When he could breathe, let alone think once more, he removed his hand, grimacing at the sticky mess on his hand and lower abdomen.

He rose from the bed and walked to the bathing room where he cleansed himself quickly and efficiently before once more climbing into bed.

Lying back on the bed, semi-sated for the moment, he closed his eyes.

He'd taken the edge off of his need for now.

But his blood still boiled for that fiery brown eyed female.

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Hope you enjoyed!

Later!

~Sessakag