InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Bloodlust ❯ In the Name of the Father (lemon) ( Chapter 13 )

Kagome awoke to Sango shaking her, and mumbled into her makeshift bedding, trying to ignore the red dawn-glare that shone through the windows.

"Kagome! Wake up! They're preparing the battle ground!"

She shot up, eyes wide with fear, and Sango sat beside her, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulders.

"It'll be alright Kagome…you know Sesshomaru will have no problem defeating Kouga…lets just hope he doesn't kill him in the process."

Kagome shook her head wordlessly.

"Death is the test of it, Sango. One of them has to die, or the battle is meaningless and will have to take place again."

Sango stood, and looked out the window where she could see several youkai smoothing the packed dirt ground of the circle where the two Lords would fight. Kagome came to stand behind her, shaking her head.

"Kouga is a fool, an arrogant fool, but he does not truly deserve to die."

She sighed heavily, and they dressed quickly and made their way outside. The youkai lords who had come for her presentation sat impassively outside the circular arena, and Kagome left Sango at Miroku's side and walked alone through the center of it, to her place looking down upon all the rest. Sesshomaru and Kouga walked into the arena, and the crowd of assembled youkai lost its voice. At an unspoken signal, the two turned to face each other, and the challenge rang out sharply in the silence.

"I, Kouga, Prince of Wolves, do here challenge by combat the right of Sesshomaru, Lord of the West, to have taken to mate the miko youkai Kagome, without formal denial of my previous claim."

Sesshomaru allowed his youkai to slip into his eyes, preparing for the moment when he knew he must transform, and answered the challenge with carefully controlled fury.

"I, Sesshomaru, Taiyoukai of the West, do answer challenge in combat made by Kouga, Lord of the South, as mate of the miko youkai Kagome, in denial of his right of former claim."

There was a slow instant of complete stillness, and the two youkai lords faced each other in silence. It was only a moment, and then a violent surge of air surrounded the two, creating a mixture of brown and silver that darted apart almost instantly, leaving in its wake two transformed youkai lords.

Sesshomaru stood in blazing white glory, his huge paws gouging their desire to tear the wolf lord into the packed earth. Kagome felt her heart rise in her breast, painful with the time spent waiting for something to happen. Kouga's wolf-form stood tall and menacing across from Sesshomaru, and Kagome was startled to see the similarity between the two forms, but her heart cried the glory of her mate, and she knew in that instant with certainty born of her love what the outcome of the battle would be, and she knew no sorrow. She turned her eyes back to the circling youkai, bloodlust claiming her eyes and her thoughts, when the battle began in earnest.

Kouga reared up on his hind legs, and made a quick slashing grab with one enormous set of claws, but Sesshomaru easily ducked them, and drove his shoulder against Kouga's exposed abdomen, tumbling him into the dust. He followed the movement with a blurred slicing motion against Kouga's exposed throat, and connected, though barely, winning first blood. The sudden metal-sweet thickness of blood scent rushed through the watching youkai, and Sango looked up at Kagome and saw her friend with blood tinted eyes for the second time, witnessing a lust-glazed look on her face as she followed the circling form of Sesshomaru. Sango's skin tingled in strange fear as she saw this primal, instinct-driven side of the youkai miko, and she watched Kouga leap away with no small amount of trepidation. Sesshomaru snarled, baring his fangs, and Kouga panted, waiting for the shallow wound to heal over, leaving blood to glisten wetly against the brown of his fur.

Anger clouded his eyes, and he battered furiously with both forepaws at the rapidly dodging form of Sesshomaru, and connected once with what seemed like dumb luck, drawing a long set of parallel gashes down the Taiyoukai's side, reaching again and finding nothing but air, and then again finding flesh and rending the air with a splash of Sesshomaru's blood.

A howl of complete and utter rage shattered the air along with the new scent of Sesshomaru's blood, and the youkai closest to Kagome leapt up to hold her back, but in the next movement Sesshomaru swept close to the ground and locked his fangs into the wolf princes belly, tearing away a clotted mass of fur and blood. Kouga's howl of pain cut through Kagome's, and she crouched in the midst of the youkai who still hovered over her, lips parted and panting, digging her claws into the ground.

Quickly, giving Kouga no time to recover, Sesshomaru dug his claws deep into the wound in Kouga's side, ripping apart the edges of the wound. Red eyes met red eyes as Kouga fell to the ground, and Sesshomaru bit deep and tore the wolf youkai's throat from his body. Hot blood pooled around Sesshomaru's feet, as the demon lord transformed back into this humanoid self, standing amidst a shimmering tide of death. A mourning cry went up from the other wolf youkai in the circle of spectators, but Lord Kinawai stepped forward, claming his position as master of ceremonies.

"Does any other here standing wish to challenge for the right to mate the miko youkai, Higurashi Kagome?"

The surrounding youkai each took a step backwards, avoiding looking directly into Sesshomaru's eyes, which still promised death.

"So be it! Kouga, Wolf-Lord of the South lies defeated! He has no heir, the last of his royal line. As such, it falls to you, Sesshomaru, Lord of the Western Lands, to rule over the land of the South in the stead of him to whom you have dealt death."

Sesshomaru forced the youkai out of his eyes, growled softly.

"Kagome! Bring me Tensaiga!"

She leapt from her place, gathering the sword, and handed him Tensaiga, that pulsed vibrantly in his hand.

"I have no desire to rule over a pack of filthy wolves. Let them keep their lord."

A single sweep of Tensaiga over Kouga's still form returned his life, healing the most grievous of his wounds. He staggered to his feet blinded by blood and pain, and returned to the mostly human form that Kagome remembered, and growled out words through the thick press of his pain

"Sesshomaru, she is your woman now - but remember that if she ever should come to me, no battle would keep me from claiming her as my own. But I will not forget either that you returned my life. I do not like you, but you have honor."

The wolf prince called to those members of his clan that had been part of the assemblage, and they departed for the Southern lands. Sesshomaru turned without another word to the onlookers and walked into the castle, Kagome by his side. He entered his chambers, intent on cleaning himself of Kouga's scent, which still clung to him in spatterings as if of blood, and allowed Kagome to disrobe him, scenting her arousal and the fluctuations of her youkai.

Blood still trickled slowly down his side from the gashes Kouga had inflicted, and she knelt by his side, running her tongue the length of the wounds, replacing his pain with desire. He remembered the attack of the hot spring, the way he had chosen to clean her wounds, and he laughed deep in his chest.

"Getting your revenge?"

She growled low, and pulled away, discontent springing to life in her expression as the wounds closed. He fought back a hot wave of desire, and completely lost control when he felt the hot silk of her tongue against his engorged length. He staggered backwards, his claws shredding the silk coverlets on the bed, and she followed his motion on her knees, dragging her fangs slowly across hot satin flesh before she closed her lips around him.

The motion of her mouth spread near-painful shudders through his body, and the rough catching of her fangs against his smooth skin destroyed his ability to breathe. When she pulled away to lap at him teasingly, he pulled her roughly upright, kissing her hard and tasting himself on her lips. She drew a claw across his chest, and ducked his second, growling kiss to press her mouth against the shallow scratch, and he growled again, more deeply. Kagome shuddered in tense pleasure, heat rising to the shock of blood-taste on her tongue. He lifted her bodily onto the bed, and she knelt in the center of the rumpled silk, dropping her kimono off her shoulders and letting it pool around her knees.

Sesshomaru followed her onto the bed, leaving his torn clothes on the floor, and he pressed her back with the weight of his body. His hands caressed her skin, cupped the soft roundness of her breasts and let her taut nipples slip through his fingers with the gentlest of pressures. She moaned softly, his hands cool against her hot skin. He let his mouth follow the path of his hands, nipping gently at one nipple, rewarded by her startled cry.

He could feel her hands run the length of his back, and he let one hand fall between her parted thighs, separating the soft slickness there and brushing the tips of his fingers against her core. He could hear the pounding as her heart pulsed faster in her chest, and he slid two cool fingers deeply into her, feeling the contractions of her body around his intrusion.

Kagome's time dragged past slowly, courting with ages in the subtle tortures of his hands, and his name escaped her lips in a mewling groan. She moaned her emptiness when his fingers left her body, and cried her lust when she felt him enter her instead. Her body undulated, seeking swift release, but he forced her into slow sensuality, opposite from the steady roughness she had known with him before.

Sesshomaru's body was as tortured as hers, and he forced himself to stay in the gentle rhythm he had set. Her body tensed and coiled in itself, serpentine and trembling. He felt the edge to her breathing, the frantic grasping in her eyes, and he gave her what she needed, let her meet his thrusts at her own pace. A shallow cry fell from her lips, and he caught it, kissed her and felt the spasms inside her overwhelm him, and spilled himself into her body.

Gradually, their breathing quieted, and he remembered his earlier thoughts of a bath, though he noted with glimmerings of contentment that the smell of Kouga that had lingered on his skin had been replaced by Kagome's scent. He nuzzled the back of her neck where she lay against him, and she murmured soft nothings and turned to lay on her back in the circle of his arms.

"Come bathe with me, my Kagome?"

He stood slowly and pulled on his hakama, and she held up her arms.

"I'll go if you carry me…"

He wrapped her in his haori, and lifted her into his arms, where she nuzzled his chest. He looked down at her, silver eyes blinking drowsily and her hair brushing the floor.

"Why do I let you talk me into doing these things?"

She smiled up at him, and stroked on of the clawed hands that held her.

"Because I am your mate, and you love me."

He raised an eyebrow and returned her smile.

"I thought it might be something like that."

He brushed his lips against her forehead, and nodded in passing to Sango and Miroku. Sango paled, but Miroku adopted his lecherous grin, and turned to look at the shocked Taijiya.

"You did know they were mated Sango…and are you really going to deny all the screaming around here at night?"

She glared angrily at him, and stalked down the hallway towards the stairs, but not without leaving him with a glowing red handprint on his cheek. Miroku stared after her dismally.

*Now I know I didn't deserve that one…*

My concession to obsessive fangirls like myself…I resurrected Kouga. Actually I didn't especially want him to die, but he had to because he makes me mad by thinking Kagome is his woman, when she is SO Sess-chan's. Short, sweet, and lemony…yum. Yes, I know, I am HENTAI…but that just means Miroku and I will be good friends, and then I'll get to add him to my anime harem. Yay for Orb! Rin is cute…I'll have to bring her back from her exile with Jaken…Shippou too. Please review!! I like to be happy!