InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Angel ❯ Until Death Do Us Part ( Chapter 81 )

Chapter Eighty-One:

Until Death Do Us Part

Rikimaru looked curiously at the man on the other side of the gate. The screaming had stopped and the youth had promptly crumpled to the ground in a faint. A white tiger nuzzled his chin, large rough tongue giving his cheek a lick. A small clawed hand absently stroked the soft fur between large ears.

Maybe he'd gone a bit far in his teasing.

“Prince Rikimaru are you alright?” cried the first guard that reached the scene.

“Don't move young master! We'll get you out of there!” another proclaimed.

“Ready the archers!” order another.

Silver brows lowered at the last command. If they thought they were going to kill his new friends, they had another thing coming.

“There's no need for that, I can get out myself,” he told the group.

The tigers swarmed his little figure, purring in contentment when he pet them. The group watched on in shocked horror.

Rikimaru sighed, they certainly had a lot to learn about youkai pups.

“Rikimaru, what are you doing?” came a familiar, none too pleased, voice.

Nervousness crept into the pit of his gut. He shifted slowly to take in the irritated form of his mother, a group of women behind her. She had that `you're in big trouble' look on her face.

Rikimaru sighed again.

Boy was he in for it.

Knowing it was hopeless but deciding to try anyway, he strove for innocence, lower lip puckered, eyes widening in an attempt persuade his mother it wasn't what it looked like.

“I wanted to see the tigers mother,” he started, giving her puppy dog eyes.

“Upstairs, right now,” she commanded, hands on hips.

Pouting, head bowed low, he climbed the gate and made the slow, shameful walk to the castle.

Kagome sighed.

Her little bundle of joy could be a naughty pain in the butt sometimes. Kagome turned her attention to the gathered group.

“Sorry about that,” she said with a bashful smile, “Rikimaru can be a tad bit....curious,”

The group, surprised at the apology assured her it was fine. Kagome turned to her wedding planners.

“I think we're going to have to cut the meeting short,” she informed them, “The little Prince seems to need my attention today,”

She looked over at the attendant they had left their son with. Timothy was a nice kid, but maybe they needed someone with a little more...fortitude? She shook her head and bowed to the spectators.

“Excuse me,” she said, turning.

“Of course majesty,” the bewildered group answered.

Kagome made her way to the castle, dress trailing in her wake. She climbed the stairs to Rikimaru's bedroom and swept through the double doors. Her adorable pup was standing on the rug in the middle of his play area, hands behind his back, golden eyes peering up at her.

He was the epitome of a naughty child that knew they had been naughty.

Kagome placed hands on hips, tapping her foot in pique.

“Well?” she urged, “What do you have to say for yourself?”

He dropped the innocent act, and looked up at her with remorse.

“Sorry mama, I was just having a little fun,”

The stiffness left her spine. Her arms reached out, and her pup came willingly.

“I know this change has been difficult for you,” she began, “Your father and I have been really busy and I know it's not something you're used to. This is only temporary, I promise you. Once we have the workings of this region in hand, we'll have more than enough time to spend with you,”

She leaned back, stroking his hair.

“Give it some time, ne?”

Rikimaru nodded.

“I understand mama, I'm sorry,”

She chucked his chin with a smile.

“Good boy,”

Kagome straightened.

“You're grounded for a week,” she informed her son.

His little shoulders drooped in acceptance. He deserved it he knew, but man did it suck.

He sighed.

“Yes, mother,”

“You'd better hope your father doesn't hear about this, he may be displeased enough to give you a lengthier sentence,”

Rikimaru gulped.

He hoped father didn't find out or he'd be begging for mama's punishment.

Kagome smiled.

“Alright, since I've dismissed work for today, let's grab your textbook and see if we can keep you preoccupied and out of trouble for the rest of the day,”

Rikimaru sulked over to the bookcase near the window and removed the heavy literature. Before they got into it though, he wanted to see if his mom would at least indulge him on one little thing. Though she was firm, mother was a lot softer than father and doted on him a lot of the time. Father was loathe to go against her and he knew if he could secure her permission, the chances of father nay saying them was slim.

This might be his only chance.

“Mama, can I keep the tigers?”

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May

One Year Later

Rykotsu blew dirt from the old tome.

Its spine was bent, the pages faded with age and the cover looked as though it had been trampled upon recently. Despite it's less than appealing look, it was wildly valuable, depending on the motives of the one that sought it out of course.

He'd gone through hell and back to get it, and even when he'd found its location, the holy men guarding it had fought tooth and nail to stop him.

He was tired, bloody, dirty and his side was killing him.

“Fucking dragons,” he swore.

He shoved the book under his arm and left the crumbling, smoldering shrine.

He took flight, headed to his campsite a few miles from the ruins. By the time he saw the remnants of his campfire he was bone tired and weary. Exhausted in every way possible.

With the book in hand he slumped back onto the cold soil, looking up at the dark sky.

Silence ticked on, suffocating and dreadful. Body tired, his mind worked over time, unable to rest. It had plagued him several time over the course of the last week and now, in the quiet of the night, he could deny it no longer.

He no longer had purpose.

He had long since grown out of the mayhem he and his comrades had thrived upon, had long since lost his daughter, had no interest in the tasks he had been set upon and no interest or hobbies that he was just dying to get back to.

He was bored.

Bored with life, bored with himself.

His dull brown eyes watched the twinkling stars for long moments.

Moment turned to minutes, minutes crept into hours and before he realized, the sun was rising, banishing the dark and bathing him in light.

Light.....

Purity.....

Kagome...

When this was all over, when he had completed that creature's dark deed, he would seek her out.

Beg her, plead with her, to end his miserable life.

The thought filled him with ease, the painful numbness receding in the face of purpose.

How low had he sank, how fucking pathetic.

He'd come full circle, reality crushing him. In its wake it left him cold, hollow inside. If he'd had the guts, he'd have ended himself, taken a blade to his throat and waited for death.

He was a coward.

Pitiful.

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“Oh my!” the maid gushed, “You look absolutely stunning majesty!”

Kagome felt her check flush at the compliment.

Taking a look at herself in the full length mirror, she had to agree with the woman's assessment.

Her gown was amazing, truly designed for a queen. The bodice was cut a little lower than she usually wore, soft fabric wrapped around her waist, the skirt flared and long, trailing after for several yards. The gown was dusted in specks of glittering diamonds, while her tiara was made of finely polished silver and gleaming diamonds and emeralds. A long, transparent veil was attached to the jewel encrusted head piece, its length rivaling the layers of skirt.

Her dark hair had been curled and left loose about her shoulders and back. Her lips were painted a deep crimson, her eye lids accented with magenta makeup. A spectacular diamond necklace nestled between her cleavage and her arms were encased nearly to the elbow in soft ivory bridal gloves. A sparkling diamond bracelet was looped around her right wrist.

She felt gorgeous.

All the planning and decorating had been exhausting, but it was well worth it. Today was the day.

Today she was marrying the love of her life.

A little surprised, she felt her eyes water at the thought.

She never would have believed that she would find herself in love with that glacial demon but she couldn't deny, she loved him with every fiber of her being. More than her being. He was her heart, her soul, that other piece of her world.

Kagome wiped her tears away as the door opened.

Rikimaru walked in, looking adorably handsome. His ensemble consisted of a white, long sleeved shirt, a black and silver vest, firmly pressed pants and shinny black shoes. His silver hair had been braided and rest on his shoulder, his mini crown gleaming silver, studded with shinning sapphires and diamonds.

“Why are you crying mama, I thought you were excited about today,”

He'd grown again, standing just at chest level. At the rate he was going, he'd reach his father's towering height in a handful of years.

“These are tears of joy,” she sniffled, wiping her eyes again.

His head turned slightly at the announcement. She giggled at his look.' Females were an anomaly' he'd declared just last week. She had an inkling that was what he was thinking.

“You look wonderful, my handsome Prince,” she gushed.

His little cheeks colored, though he inclined his head in acknowledgment. Another imitation of papa. He was becoming more and more like his sire, shedding his childish ways in favor of composure.

Kagome found the changes absolutely fascinating.

Youkai children truly matured faster than human children. Strange considering demons were so long lived. She had expected the maturity growth to be stretched over the long years.

Sesshomaru assured her this was quite normal.

The youkai world was often times a violent one, thus necessitating the need for quick development.

“You are stunning, mother,” Rikimaru complimented.

She smiled, eyes watering again.

“Mother,” he sighed in mock exasperation.

“Alright, alright, is it time?”

He nodded, holding out his hand. Carefully, she took his hand and stepped down from the low stool she'd stood upon. Her proud son led her through the castle and out to the courtyard doors.

They paused before the glass doors.

Her heart was pound, and she felt slightly lightheaded. Butterflies were bouncing around in her belly.

She could hear low music and the murmur of the hundreds of guests in attendance.

She was excited, giddy and emotional.

A clawed hand covered her own in support. Kagome smiled down at her stoic child, grateful for the gesture.

The music she'd been listening for started up, and through the glass she could see the guests standing. Kagome felt her breath pick up, her senses heightening, imprinting this moment in her mind forever. The strings of the wedding song washed over her. The doors opened.

Sunlight greeted her, a bright blue sky and an amazing ivory and blue gazebo filled her sight.

Bright blue carpet led from the door and up the stairs of the gazebo, pillars lined the carpet, decorated with blue and silver ribbons and hanging flowers. The ribbons were weaved together at the top, drooping loosely above head.

Guards lined the sides of the carpet, their outfits neat and pressed, holding gleaming swords up in salute.

People gawked at the beautiful bride making her way to down the aisle.

Kagome had eyes only for one.

He stood tall and strong, hair silky and brushed to shine. His shirt was light blue, his vest much like his son's silver and black, his pants dark and creased, shoes polished and shinny.

His eyes are what drew her.

Those beloved golden depths were blazing with love and devotion. The soul gripping emotions bringing tears to her eyes. She held them back, knowing he could see her eyes shimmering from this distance.

Before she knew it, she was standing before him, hand in his.

Tears overflowed as the minister spoke of the sanctity of marriage, the meeting of two hearts, the binding of two souls.

The words flowed over her, her heart so full it hurt.

“The royal couple has elected to speak their own vows,” the minister announced after his speech.

“Majesty,” he prompted her.

Swallowing, Kagome stood still as Sesshomaru lifted her veil. Watery brown eyes gazed up at him. Strong clawed hands captured her own.

The guest listened intently as their queen spoke.

“Sesshomaru,” she began, taking a moment to compose herself, “This time we've spent together...it's been so amazing. I can't put into words, the depths of my love for you. We've fought, we've loved....we've lost and hurt. Laughed and lived. You, our son, you're my life, my soul,”

Tears overflowed.

“Sesshomaru, I promise to be your lover, companion and friend. Your partner in parenthood. Your ally in conflict. Your greatest fan and your toughest adversary. Your comrade in adventure, your student and teacher. Your consolation in disappointment,” she laughed softly, “and your accomplice in mischief.
This is my sacred vow to you,”

Sesshomaru's lips curled.

“Your vows majesty,” the minister prompted him.

The crowd was hushed as the king spoke.

“I am not a male of many words,” he began, smiling as she giggled at him stating the obvious, “However, speaking of my love for you comes to me easily. You fill my soul, woman. A life without you is unfathomable. The love between us, the secrets we share, the child we raise, these things are precious to me. Here and now, I vow to protect our family with every ounce of strength I posses, to stand with you in the face adversity, to be your partner and lover, to face life and all its trials with you, my equal in all things, always by my side,”

More tears trailed down her face.

“Do you Kagome, take Sesshomaru, as your lawfully wedded husband?” questioned the minister.

“I do,” she confirmed gently.

“Do you Sesshomaru, take Kagome as your lawfully wedded wife,”

“I do,” Sesshomaru responded.

“The rings,” the minister murmured, loathe to break the intensity of the atmosphere.

Rikimaru stepped forward, offering the lace pillow holding the rings. His amber eyes were suspiciously bright as his parents took the rings.

Sesshomaru gripped her left hand, and slid a petite gold ring onto her finger.

The band boasted a large diamond, nestled between smaller diamonds and even smaller emeralds.

“I, Sesshomaru, take you, Kagome, to be my lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed,” he murmured.

Kagome reached for his hand, and slid the thick gold band onto his finger. More modest, it was decorated with flat diamonds and two small emerald on both ends of the line of gems.

“I, Kagome, take you, Sesshomaru, to be my lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or worse, for richer, or poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part. With this ring, I thee wed,” she repeated softly.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,”

The crowd cheered as the king and queen shared a kiss that brought tears to the eyes several guests.

The reception was rife with laughter and merriment. The music was upbeat and a bit frenzied.

Kagome giggled, feeling as though she floated on air as her husband twirled her around on the dance floor. His lips were curled in pleasure, enjoying his wife's happiness.

When the music changed, slowing, becoming more intimate, the king gathered his queen close to his chest and swayed with her to the melody.

By midnight, the party showed no signs of slowing.

One of the many wedding coordinators announced the couple's retirement from the festivities, to which the occupants ceased all activity to turn and kneel before the king and queen, arm against their chests.

“Good night, and thank you all for celebrating with us. Please, continue to enjoy the reception,” Kagome said to the people.

“Thank you, majesty,” the room rumbled.

Sesshomaru merely inclined his head. Hooking Kagome's arm in his, he proceeded to climb the stairs to their bedroom, the sound of well wishers dimming as they moved. The door closed, and Kagome gently pushed Sesshomaru against it, soft hands running up and down his shirt, enjoying the cloth covered muscles.

Sesshomaru smirked, hands moving to her waist.

“Today was prefect,” she informed him, brushing her lips against his.

“Aye woman,”

Soft fingers ran through her hair, amber eyes gazing down at her with fierce emotion. Their lips met, clothes off in record time, the pair tumbled down to the bed in a tangle of heated limbs and grasping hands.

Kagome pressed moist kisses over his chest, teasing tongue running over the ridges of his abdomen.

Sesshomaru watched her descent through heavy lidded eyes.

Her tongue was hot and wet, slipping over his skin, heated breath against his straining cock. Sesshomaru held his breath as she placed a loving kiss against the tip. His eyes closed in ecstasy when her mouth closed over the throbbing head.

Gentle suctions of her mouth forced a groan to his lips.

A clawed hand gripped her hair, tangling tight, directing her to a faster pace. She complied, swirling her tongue in a way that knocked the air from his lungs.

He groaned, arched his back in pleasure.

His hands gripped the sheets.

He watched her mouth work, plump lips stretched around his dick, soft hand pumping the base.

The sight clenched his gut.

Her arousal teased his nose. Awash in needed, leaned up and gripped her waist. She squealed, mouth full of cock as he moved her, twisting her around to bring his watering mouth to her moist pussy.

Kagome moaned at the first sweep of his wet tongue.

His tongue circled and flickered against her clit, eliciting tingles of pleasure up her spine. He laved her tender flesh, goosebumps pebbled her skin. Clawed hands gripped her buttocks, pressing her harder against his talented tongue.

Another moan escaped her chest, the vibration bringing her husband pleasure.

His seeking tongue found her core, thrusting inside.

Her hips moved, riding the stiffened tongue. Sensation crawled up her spine, curling her toes.

She deepened the draws on his cock, swallowing against the tip pressing against her throat in gratitude. His fingers clenched on her flesh, thrusting tongue quickening. Kagome clenched the muscular thigh beneath her, her rhythm faltering.

Tongue thrusting, his thumb pressed against her clit, circling fast and hard.

Kagome released his wet cock.

“Yes, oh god yes,” she moaned.

His thighs twitched, feeling her soft hand grip his throbbing dick. Up and down she pumped, thumb circling the wet slit, spreading the warm clear liquid over the head before giving him a hard squeeze.

Kagome set a slow pace, stroking his hard length from tip to base.

She gasped, rapture crashing through her as tongue and fingers switched places. Two fingers pumped, slippery tongue sliding over her clit. Kagome moved against his face, unable, unwilling to hold still.

His hand smacked her wiggling bottom, working her body into a frenzy.

Climax slammed through her, a scream of completion ripping from her throat, her body clenching around his soaked fingers.

Kagome panted, turned on.

Lifting herself, she crawled up his legs, gripped his cock and sank slowly down his dick, gasping when her body consumed him fully.

She felt him, hot and pulsing against her core.

With her back to him, she could feel his gaze boring into her. Soft claws lightly scratched down her moist back.

Kagome shivered at the sensation.

Lifting up, then down slowly, she set the pace she needed. Head thrown back, breasts bouncing, she gasped aloud each time her bottom met his groin.

Her hands lifted, clenching her long tresses, while masculine hands slipped up her waist to her belly, sliding smoothly up her body, fingers pinching her hardened nipples. Moisture bathed his cock at the action.

“Sesshomaru,” she groaned, head thrown back.

With a growl, he gripped her breasts in rough hands, pulling her back against him.

Kagome lay back, his body beneath her thrusting up in a frenzy. Wet flesh meeting wet flesh filled the room. His muscular thighs wedged between hers, opening her to his thrust.

His hands moved to her thighs, holding her legs wide.

Out of her mind with pleasure, Kagome tweaked her nipples, feeling her body clenching, orgasm looming.

She reached down and fondled her clit, her motions wild and desperate.

“Ohhhhhhhhh,” she wailed, feeling her body convulse.

Her body seized, the pleasure unbelievable, overwhelming.

She was babbling, screaming she realized dimly, but had no idea how to stop.

Her muscles clenched, and she twisted wildly, attempting to flee the incredible sensations ripping through her.

Strong arms prevented her attempted flight, and just as she was sure she'd go insane, she felt the world shift. The softness of their pillows met her face, her bottom was lifted, legs held suspended in air by strong hands.

He thrust against her, pounding and lunging against her buttocks.

Kagome gripped the pillow and sheets, face red, screams muffled in the fabric. She felt stretched beyond limits, the angle leaving her a quivering mass of nerves. His groaning growls reached her ears.

Tears leaked from her tightly closed eyes as climax blasted through her.

“Sesshomaru,” she sobbed against the pillows.

Her lower body hit the cool sheets.

His large, warm body covered her own, his body twitching against her ass. He kissed her shoulder and neck, licking the slightly salty skin. Kagome trembled, knowing it wasn't over, feeling his hardness moving slightly through the moist tightness.

He pulled from her, the sensation leaving her gasping.

Tired, more satisfied than she could ever remember feeling, she panted against the pillow, desperate to catch her breath.

Sesshomaru was merciless.

He turned her to her back, looping his forearms beneath her shaking thighs, and sheathing himself to the hilt in one smooth motion.

Her vision darkened, head twisting as a series of explosions rocked through her body.

Sesshomaru pressed his lips against her open mouth, sucking on her lower lip, rhythm fast and rough. Kagome twisted, head thrashing against the ecstasy threatening to rip her apart and banish her sanity.

Sharp fangs nipped her nipples, tongue laving up her throat.

His harsh breath blasted against the shell of her ear. His teeth clenched the lobe before laving it softly. Lips pressed bellow her ear he growled.

“Tell me you love me,” he demanded.

Her fingers clenched the sheets, her breast bouncing with each thrust.

“I... love...you,” she panted.

“Again,” he commanded.

“Love....you”

“Louder,” he snarled, groin circling her clit.

“I love you!!!” she screamed, feeling orgasm rushing over her.

“I love you, woman,” he groaned against her lips.

Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss with sloppy fervor. Her fingers clenched in his hair, pulling as her body tightened again, milking his cock. He pressed against her, thrusting hard and fast. He trembled, bathing her tight channel in warm cum.

Sesshomaru collapsed, feeling weak and sated.

He bathed her moist flesh in gentle kisses.

Moments later, he lifted himself up, brushing her wet bangs from her forehead. He took in her soft red checks, swollen red lips and dazed expression. He kissed her lips, nuzzling her nose with his own.

“I love you, Kagome,” he told her, golden eyes meeting heavy lidded honey.

She blinked slowly, stroking his loving face.

“And I love you,” she whispered.

Sesshomaru gathered her against his chest, turning on his side, letting her use his body as a pillow. He stroked down her back as she drifted off to sleep.

Gleaming gold caught his attention.

He lifted his hand to study the gold band in satisfaction. He held the sleeping form tighter, eyes fierce.

“Till death do us part,” he vowed.

He frowned at his own words.

Death would do well to stand aside. He'd be damned if he spent his afterlife apart from her.

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Hey, hoped you enjoyed! I do want to make clear that I used examples from the web for Kagome's vows and other parts of the ceremony. Not familiar with weddings and the like but I figured it couldn't be that hard to research.

Also, I have had a number of people ask me about what mental illnesses I have specifically and I figure I'll go ahead and say it. Honestly, it's not something I find shameful considering the brain is a part of the body and just like any other organ, it too can get sick.

So anyway, I've been diagnosed with Major Depression, Dysthymia, Borderline Personality Disorder, Avoidant Personality Disorder, General Anxiety, and Panic Disorder. I have been hospitalized once, I engage in self-harm as needed, have suicidal ideation, take medication and have a handful of suicide attempts that failed.

Sounds bad, I know but right now, I'm in a place of tolerance, where I can function enough to do things I haven't lost enjoyment in yet, though the trade off is that I need constant isolation to keep the pain in check.

It is what it is, ya know?

So there you go, keeping it 100 with you all that are curious.

I'm working on the next chapter as we speak and have gotten a request to continue my other fanfiction A Hunger Like No Other, to be honest, I'd been toying with the idea of just deleting it all together, but not sure. I don't want to just cut it off for people that are interested. So let me know if it's something you'd like to see continued, though I will have to do revisions if I do pick it up.

Hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Laters

~Sessakag