InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Behind Bars ❯ 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Behind bars

The whole world was in a blur, her head were made of some kind of faddy cotton, or at least she thought so. It pounded like a drum and she moaned low, trying to open her eyes to see where she were. But she soon abandoned that thought; instead she concentrated on her other senses. Hearing - dull sounds, very strange sounds. She could not get a picture to go with them. She could hear some voices, but they were too far away for her to distinguish any kind of meanings. Sensitivity - well, she had to be lying on a cold stone floor. Smell - no, she could not identify the smells that were attacking her nose. Taste - she smacked a bit with her lips and she grimaced, she could really use a good toothbrush right about now, she had a horrible taste in her mouth, like she had a wild night at her brother's castle. She put her palms against the cold floor and she heaved herself up with a small raspy grunt. She could feel two big hands take hold of her waist and roughly pull her up to sit against the wall.

She made a new try to open her eyes. First everything was in a muddy blur, she could not focus her sight, but of the little she could see, made a dark chill run through her spine. It reminded her a bit about the dungeons in her brother's castle. Though in this case, she was the prisoner.

-           So you have decided to wake up now bitch, a raw voice rang through the corridors.

The woman turned her face towards the voice, who ever owned it, was on the other side of the bars. She concentrated her sight on the dark figure and finally her eyes were clear and focused. She saw a man in dark blue clothing, some kind of uniform, but nothing she recognized. She massaged her scalp and felt a big bump in the back of head and her hair - it was in acute need of a wash.

-           Where am I? she asked a bit raspy.

-           You are in a cell in the county jail of Stockholm.

-           County jail? What kind of jail is that? And where are this Stockholm located?

-           Are you totally insane woman? How much did you drink tonight? hissed the man harshly.

She had enough of his rudeness and rose to her feet with some pain lingering in her body. She went towards the bars. Her green gray eyes pierced the ice blue ones of the guard.

-           I do not know who you are my lord, but I suggest that you release me immediately before I curse your sorry ass to the darkest pits of hell, she snarled. Do you have any idea of who I am?

-           No, but you and Miss Cutiepants over there will have the great pleasure of spending the New Years Eve in this cell until you both have sobered up, then I have no idea of what's going to happened to the both of you.

-           I demand that you release me at once. I am Morgaine, Queen of Cornwall and the Mistress of Avalon, the young woman's voice was cold as ice.

-           Ha, ha, ha, Jesus Christ - what the fuck have you been doing? Did you take anything else than just a lot of drinks? Queen of Cornwall no less… And I am the King of the North Pole. Go to bed now and sleep so you can behave like normal people do later on.

The man turned around and disappeared down the corridor with a big laugh. The woman in the cell was ready to explode of fury and humiliation. Never before had she met such a rude person. She gripped the bars with her small hands and shook them in a hopeless try to get free. She screamed harshly and turned around to see who the rude man had called Miss Cutiepants. And what she saw made her think about her brother's masquerade parties. "But why did the man called this person for Miss, it is no woman."

He was dressed in white puffy pants, his blue shoes was made of some sort of soft material that looked liked they had been poured onto his feet. He seemed to wear several layers of silk on his upper body. So far Morgaine could accept his appearance, but when she laid here eyes on his head she began to wonder if he was a real person. The long hair was silvery white, his eyes was amber yellow, totally freed from emotions. His ears seemed to match that of a person belonging to the fairies. That made her think, she had often been called Morgaine of the fairy people. She turned around again, a bit embarrassed for staring at him with such interest. And he had looked at her with same wondering eyes.

He had seen her being brought to the cell with the same rudeness as him. Her hair was long, curly and dark brown. Her clothes made him wonder if she had been to a festivity or something like that. The textile of her dark blue dress was unknown to him, he would of guessed that it was linen. It was held together with a light blue silk band around her waist. Around her neck hanged a silver necklace with a bewitching and color shifting jewel. But it was not the clothes or the jewelry that caught his interest, it was the tiny blue half moon on her forehead, it was very similar to his own marking. The scent of her told him that she was human, although he could scent a trace of something else too, not demonic like himself, but it was something unearthly.

He had seen her come around on the cold stone floor and he had helped her up and made her rest her back against the stone wall before venturing back to the small bench again. The peace had ended with that rude man shouting about the insanity of the two of them. Lord Sesshoumaru did not like the way the woman was treated, he was a man of honor and you did not call a Lady, he had no doubt about that part in her ramblings, bitch. He held himself back; the lust of tearing the man to pieces was overwhelming to say the least. But the woman seemed to be of a very tough material. He was a bit surprised that she had called herself Queen and Mistress, but the attitude and charisma of her aura told him otherwise. Apparently the guard had not believed her either, and the worst thing - he had called the demon lord Miss Cutiepants. If he just could… Lord Sesshoumaru growled bitterly and saw the women turn to look at him for a few moments and then she turned to look out the hall again. He rose to his feet and went to her side. He did not like this situation, he himself had woken up in the cell, and the last thing he could remember was putting his young ward to sleep in his castle. More strangely was - the people here talked another language then he did, the language here was not Japanese, that he was sure of, but he could clearly understand what they were saying. The woman had used another one, but he could still understand her too. This was strange indeed; he could bet his castle that it was some kind of evil magic that did all this. He shook his white head a bit and placed a big hand on the woman's shoulder to get her attention.

Morgaine jumped a bit when she felt a big warm hand land on her shoulder. She turned around and she had to bend her neck a bit to look up into the man's golden eyes. He did a small gesture towards the bench and she nodded thankfully as she sat down. Her small hands twisted themselves into each other, and it showed the demon lord that she was as much confused as he was about this situation. He decided that even if she was a human woman, she was far better then the rest that had passed through the corridors this night.

-           My name is Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, who are you? he asked with a cold and emotionless voice.

-           I am Morgaine, Queen of Cornwall and the Mistress of Avalon, she answered low. Where lays these Western Lands you speak of my lord?

He swallowed hard. How could she not know about his lands?

-           Nippon, or Japan as I recall my country is named outside our borders.

-           I am sorry Lord Sesshoumaru, I do not know of it. Do you know of Cornwall or Avalon?

He shook his head. His little grey brain cells were working overtime to try to figure out where they were now. He knew she did not know the name Stockholm either, and he assumed it was the city's name.

-           I think we have been the target of a magicians trick, said Morgaine after a few moments of silence. I believe that we are in a foreign country, and I think we have been transported in time too. I think we are being held prisoners in a jail somewhere in the future.

-           My thoughts are the same as yours Lady Morgaine. I awoke in this cell like you did, and my weapons, my swords have been removed by who ever brought me here.

Morgaine looked down her right side, only to discover that her little silver sickle and her dagger was gone too and she felt naked without them. She looked up when she felt a clawed finger follow the pattern of her tattoo in her forehead, the sign that told others that she was a priestess for the Goddess. "Wait a minute here - he has claws??" She took hold of his hands and brought in front of her eyes. She felt faint and she had to know.

-           What are you Lord Sesshoumaru? she asked and held her breath.

-           I am a demon my Lady, said Sesshoumaru and looked a bit surprised at the chocked face of the young woman in front of him. "Does she not know of demons existence?"

-           D-demon??

-           I am the son of Inutashio, the greatest of all Dog Demons.

Morgaine felt her blood leave her head and she fainted. She never noticed the strong arms that caught her in a gentle hold.

He placed her between his legs, her back against his chest. He had an arm around her waist to hinder her from falling out of his hold. The animalistic instincts in his body stirred around when he felt the softness of her body pressed against his. He bit himself in the tongue before he gave in for a moment and buried his face in her dark hair, inhaling her clean lavender scent. Even though he did not like the situation, he was glad he had another royalty to share it with.

He was quite sure she told the truth, she acted like a queen should. She had manners and acted civilised, that was more than you could say about the baboons that held them prisoners.

Morgaine regained her consciousness and she found herself in the warmth of the strange lord, the man who said he was a demon. She swallowed her fear that threatened to take over her world completely. No, he did not appear to be dangerous, she told her self. If he wanted to do any harm to her, he would have done something when she was unconscious. So she decided that he was not evil.

Both of them jumped a bit when a woman in the same blue uniform as the rude man, showed up outside of the bars. She put down a couple of strange cups and a bottle of something bubbly. She would just smile gently at them and left them with the strange items on the cell floor.

Sesshoumaru moved away from the women and rose to his feet. He picked up the things the woman had left them. He sniffed them, not detecting any danger on them. The cups were made of, to him, an unknown material. He gave one of the cups to Morgaine. He then sniffed the bottle, recognizing the scent of alcohol. It was some kind of wine, but he did not like the way it was bubbling up his sensitive nose. He sneezed. Morgaine smiled softly and took the bottle from him and filled the two white cups with wine and then gave one to Sesshoumaru. She held up her cup towards him and he repeated her actions.

-           Cheers My Lord Sesshoumaru, she said and nodded her cup against his.

-           Cheers, what ever that means, he answered with a low voice.

Both of them sipped at the strange bubbling fluid. Morgaine giggled a bit when she felt the bubbles dance against her tongue. Sesshoumarus ears perked up when he heard her and he found her gentle laugh to be like the softest of music, and he wanted to hear more of it.

Within an hour both of them sat on the floor, they sat on the soft madras that earlier had been on the bench. Morgaine had taken her place between his strong legs, her back against his chest again. The alcohol in the strange wine had them giggling and their downside mood had disappeared. The soft chuckling sound from the lord told her that even he was under the influence of the bubbling wine. They talked about this and that, small things from their lives. Morgaine told him of the peace that could be found on the Apple Island of Avalon, the place she ruled over. She told him that the island had disappeared more and more into the mist and away from the evil of mankind. Sesshoumaru told her about his young and hyperactive ward Rin, and about his ugly but trustful servant Jaken, the toad demon. That had Morgaine laughing loud. She could not possible imagined her that such a creature existed. In the end, both sat panting due to their heavy laughing. Sesshoumarus clawed hand made small invisible patterns on her stomach and Morgaines thumbs caressed his legs. A silence hovered over the cell and no one knew what to say.

The whole situation did not get any better when the lights went out. Morgaine stiffened a bit out of fear, but Sesshoumaru whispered comforting words into her ear, making her relax again. He would not let anything happen to the young woman who had him laughing again after so many centuries. If anyone saw him now he would look relaxed, but the priestess in his arms knew better, she could feel the watchful state of his aura. He was like a predator, ready to strike if necessary.

But nothing happened and the lord behind her let his guard down, but just a bit.

-           Lord Sesshoumaru, I think we have ended up in a world that celebrates the coming of a new year that is why we got this bubbling wine, said Morgaine to break the heavy silence.

-           Coming of a new year, sounds reasonable, he mumbled and buried his face against her neck. He could not hold his lust back, he had to taste her.

The dark instincts of his demon blood made themselves known again and he growled a bit. He felt the soft body of the woman in his arms stiffened a bit.

-           Lord Sesshoumaru, she gasped. What are you doing?

-           Lady Morgaine, I do not think that you know how tempting you look in the darkness, I do not think that you know how much your lovely scents are teasing my demonic blood, Sesshoumaru whispered with a ragged and seductive voice. He smiled against her throat, letting his tongue play on her sensitive skin. He could feel the rapid pulse beating underneath her skin.

-           W-what?

-           Do not be afraid my little blue fairy, I do not bite… very hard. He nipped a bit with his sharp fangs and lapped up the ruby red drops of blood.

Her blood was like aphrodisiac to him, and he hardened under the silky pants of his. He did not care if he was on the other side of the world in another time, heck - he did not care if they were on a alien planet either. All that matters was the little women in his arms, and he would have her. Nothing could stop him from taking her. His left hand moved up over her stomach until it cupped a blue dressed firm mound.

Morgaine could feel her nipple hardened under his touch, and she pushed her flesh against the palm of his hand. He had ignited a fire within her body in a way she never had experienced before. Had there been something more in the wine perhaps? Only the feeling of him lapping up her blood made her shiver and tremble with raw lust. It was so erotic, so primitive that her female instincts just had to answer to his heat. She rose a bit, turned around in his lap and then straddling his thighs and lowered her self again, grinding her soft behind into his hard member, making him gasp in surprise. Morgaine smirked and tangled her hands into his silvery hair. He laid his big hands on her soft cheeks and pushed her towards his erection.

His sharp claws made the procedure short with her undergarments and she found her bare most sensitive areas exposed to the demon lords intentions. But even the queen of Cornwall was impatient, she wanted too fell him too, so she raised her self a bit so he could free his erection. If there had been any light, the lord would have seen her flaming cheeks. Without any hesitation he guided the tip of his engorged length into her wet warmth. Morgaine gasped when she felt the thickness of his flesh, non of her earlier lovers had been this blessed in size. With one swift thrust he was buried to the hilt in her wet heat.

She was so soft, wet and warm; her inner walls caressed his length to the point of madness. He loved the way she squeezed his flesh. A dark purr emanated from his throat as she played with his long hair. She nuzzled her face into his neck, her hot breath against his skin made him thrust harder into her body. She would be his mate, he would never let this treasure vanish from his grip. She was a Queen and a Mistress, worthy to be the co-ruler of his lands.

Morgaine felt him spread his life giving seed into her welcoming body and her body arched into a spastic orgasm. The fireworks outside their cell was nothing in comparison what they now experienced.

They were filled with a red hazy mist, filled with love and tenderness.

New Years Day

-           Andersson, the harsh voice of one of the elder police man roared through the corridors of the jail.

-           Yeah, what is it? Answered Andersson with a tired voice, he had been at his desk for 8 hours, trying to get all the reports right.

-           You have reported that there should be two persons in Cell 8, but it is empty. I can only see two paper cups, a empty champagne bottle and some shredded clothes… where the fuck have they gone??? Can you answer me please?

THE END

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