InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodlust ❯ Tempting Fury (lemon) ( Chapter 9 )

Sesshomaru tossed Kagome onto his bed and crawled after her, holding her under him against the bed. She struggled against his hold on her wrists, for the sheer pleasure of testing her strength, but he was still stronger, and he bit gently on the point of her ear, a teasing reprimand.

"Do you know what battle does to a youkai, Kagome?"

His voice was harsh and hot in her ear, and his breath against her skin sent ripples of sun-rayed heat through her body.

"Do you know what teasing after battle does to a youkai, Kagome? It makes the youkai rise, Kagome, it makes me want you. And you are mine, Kagome. You are mine."

The possessiveness in his youkai-glazed eyes drove her desire, and she nuzzled his head far enough to the side so she could sink the small sharp points of her fangs into the mark she had made. In a movement whose swiftness surprised her, he tore her kimono savagely to shreds, and she took the opportunity to pull away, licking the blood from her lips and backing towards the side of the bed, a cornered animal. He pulled off his clothes, and sped back to her, pinning her between his hot flesh and the wall.

"Again."

She knew instantly what he wanted, and growled in soft satisfaction when she tasted him again - but then he plunged into her and bit deep into her mating mark, and the world went black. It returned to her in an explosion of white fire that radiated through her body, jolting her every place their skin touched. Her soul screamed. His hands pressed against her skin, were all over her body, became her body, and he stroked his claws over her soft folds. She shuddered, her nerves stretched taut and over-played, begging for a release that could not come.

Sesshomaru fell into the same place, the electricity of her touch rushing with too much oxygen into the center of his being. He felt with punctuated sharpness her fangs in his neck and her claws in his hair, the clenching soft heat of her body tight around him. Every movement he made waged war with the impossible friction, over and over again, and he could not make love to her, could not stand the harmony in his veins that grated against the rhythm she would not let him make. When he moved she clenched her fists in his hair, and when he was still she writhed. His body disobeyed her and found a place in between heartbeats, and the bliss that pounded in his ears was obscene, crushed, looped into him and out of him and broke in surges inside of him and into her body, and he gasped.

The gasp drove all parts of him deeper into Kagome, and the horrible pleasure broke once more and subside, but the hardness was still there, desire still burned, and he was not sure if the scream of `again' that he heard was torn from his throat or hers, but it echoed in his head. He tossed her away from the wall and down onto the bed, entered her slowly, bit down gently. She howled in pure lust, too much too soon after a climax that had shattered her completely, and felt him begin again, harder now, rougher, all pretense of sanity and gentleness torn apart. She moaned for more until she forgot how to breathe and screamed instead, screamed against his skin and begged for something to break the tenseness in her body, when he hit a place that ached and burned. Kagome felt something constrict, strings tensing in her, and Sesshomaru reached down and plucked every one of them, until she was left in vibrating tatters under him, gasping at impossibly hot air and staring wide-eyed at his convulsing body. He tumbled across her sweat-slicked skin, clutching her desperately close. Slowly he came back to himself, and ran his hands down her body gently, soothing her quivering form. She murmured breathily against his chest, drifting into a warm rapture.

"How…did you do that...Sess-chan?"

A hazy smile floated around her face, and he nuzzled the mussed tangles of her hair.

"The…scar, the mating mark…is a connection, that lets me feel what you feel, lets you feel what I feel. Emotions, physical sensations….the connection is always there, but it becomes much stronger through the blood bond that is created when the mark is rebitten…the sensations meld when the tasting happens at the same time."

She shifted sleepily against him, and lapped gently at the tiny wounds of her mark on him, but he groaned and tilted her head away from his neck, parting her lips gently with his tongue.

"You do not know what you do to me, my mate."

Kagome smiled and pulled cool silk coverlets up from the bottom of the bed, and lay across his chest. His arm settled around her waist, and they dreamt undisturbed.

InuYasha prowled.

Since he had left Sesshomaru's lands, he had wandered at the edges of Kaede's village, sleeping night in the branches of the Goshinboku. For a brief time he had been disturbed by Kikyou's violent demise, but when he had sniffed the pile of dust that remained of her, he could detect no scent but that of old dry earth. He tore the miko robes apart searching for a sign of her and left the shreds on the ground, the first flush of grief he had felt when he saw her die washing away in the fractured whirlpool of his mind. His thoughts were fragments, consumed with the jewel and the woman turned demoness who had it. He toyed with the thought of stealing his brothers mated whore, along with the jewel, locking her away for his own pleasure.

The thought aroused him, made his eyes burn darker, and he leapt down from the Goshinboku in search of something to sate his lust. He caught the scent of the women who had traveled with him, the human woman who fought demons, the Taijiya, and a violently lustful smile ravaged his face. He ran in the direction of the woman, leaving only a faint scent on the wind.

Sango sat by a lonely fire in the still night, holding Shippou asleep on her lap. After all that had happened in the recent months, she was almost afraid to be alone…but she would not give in to fear, not after defeating Naraku, not after avenging the destruction of her village at the hands of her possessed brother. Not after finding Miroku. She blushed slightly, and looked down at the fox pup cradled in her arms. He had been despondent since Kagome had left, did not laugh or joke like his old rambunctious self. After the battle Sango had found a wounded Miroku, but had never seen what made Kagome run to her with the kit in her arms, and tell them not to follow her. Only InuYasha seemed to have any idea what had happened to her, but he disappeared with Kikyou scant days after Kagome left, leaving tetsusaiga with Miroku. Sango had seen him only once since then, high and alone in the branches of the Goshinboku, but he would not respond to her questions.

She settled back into watching the fire with a sigh, patiently waiting for Miroku to return from his work in the village with Kaede. With the Kazanaa gone, he had begun to act more like the holy man she knew he was, and she was proud of the changes in him.

A quickly approaching youkai presence snapped her into battle wariness, and she set the soundly sleeping kitsune on the blanket she had been sitting on, positioning herself with Hiraikotsu, ready to throw the imposing weapon. She almost relaxed when she saw InuYasha approach into the circle of firelight, but something in his stance struck her as off, and when he looked her in the eye she saw why, and reached for tetsusaiga, wrapped in Miroku's bedroll. InuYasha grinned at her, showing his fangs, and his voice was almost seductive.

"Is the mighty demon slayer afraid?"

"No, InuYasha, not of you. But please InuYasha, take tetsusaiga…"

He glanced scornfully at the sword in her hand.

"I don't need that damn fang. It only makes me weaker."

InuYasha reached for the sword and made as if to cast it away, but the moment it touched his hand it erupted in shining blue light, and he yelled in pain, dropping the blazing sword to the ground, where it lay at once quiescent. His howl of pain and rage woke Shippou, and he scampered forward into the firelight.

"InuYasha! Is Kagome with you? What's wrong with you?!"

"Shippou! No!"

Sango's anguished wail was to late for the kit, who leapt at InuYasha, catching a glimpse of blood-red eyes too late. InuYasha snarled, and one deadly clawed hand flashed out and away, flinging the kit to the ground where he lay bleeding and unmoving. Sango lifted Hiraikotsu, but InuYasha saw the movement and leapt forward, forcing Sango to lay back against her demon-bone weapon. The huge boomerang tilted backwards until it leaned against a tree, and InuYasha stepped forward until he straddled both Sango and the weapon, staring into her eyes, wide with fear, reflecting the insane lust in his bloodied gaze. He raked his claws through her yukata, tearing her flesh as well as the cloth. He sucked greedily on the wounds, and forced her mouth open with his tongue, shoving her brutally into a bruising kiss that tasted of her own blood.

"I did not come for the kit. I came for you, huntress."

She struggled against her weapon, hands caught tight in the throwing loops of the boomerang, but it was in vain. Shippou came around slowly and wept, his body broken on the ground, crying for his Kagome-mother.

Miles away Kagome woke, eyes tinted vividly with blood and shining with a pale light in the darkness.

"Sesshomaru."

He awoke instantly, and looked at her, sitting bolt upright in bed beside him, oddly stiff.

"I felt…pain. InuYasha has injured my kit, Sesshomaru. It is time for an ending."

*Kit? The kitsune child!*

She was up and dressed before he had time to move, using both miko and youkai to lend her speed, her thoughts tainted with venom. She turned and ran for the door, mother instinct taking her, and he followed after her, startled to find that he could not keep up. He cursed silently and ran after her scent.

When she reached the small fire, InuYasha turned and snarled at her, as she moved to stand in front of Shippou's small body, leaving the huntress still tangled in her weapon and turning his attention to the silver-haired demoness reflecting the moonlight. Kagome could smell Sesshomaru's rapidly approaching scent, and she growled at InuYasha, picking up the kit and holding him close to her breast.

Sesshomaru came up behind his brother, claws dripping poison at InuYasha's throat.

"It is time for a reckoning, InuYasha."

The transformed hanyou's eyes glinted dangerously, and he turned slowly to face Sesshomaru.

"Oh yes, Sesshomaru. A reckoning."

He plunged his open clawed hands through the newly healed wounds in Sesshomaru's chest, and smirked as his brother fell bloody to the ground. Kagome quietly cut Sango down and handed Shippou to her.

"My turn, InuYasha…."