InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Captive Soul ❯ chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

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Chapter 11. Sadistic Sucubus

Sesshomaru froze upon hearing the woman address him by name even though every instinct he had was screaming at him to move away from the possible threat.

This female reminded him too much of the soulless witch who had captured and cursed him.

But he remained silent and motionless, desperately wishing for Rin to call for him or come through the kitchen door.

Kikyo casually strolled over to him. Her words laced with a seductive undertone.

"You know, many people do not agree with the idea of owning slaves....but I have always found the concept quite.....fascinating."

She circled him like a famished tigress, the tips of her long nails lightly scraping about his body and clothes, provoking a sickening knot to well up in his stomach.

"You see, I know all about the controlling spell placed upon you. Unlike my clueless cousins, I happen to know a great deal about the, how should I say? The darker aspects of some incantations."

"Tell me, Sesshomaru, how many females have you pleasured as a slave?"

He swallowed hard as her invading touches went farther then spoke in a dry and emotionless tone. "Many, Mistress."

"How many?" she purred.

"Several hundred, Mistress, I did not count."

She abruptly stopped in front of him and smiled with sadistic glee. "And were they satisfied with your performance?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She tilted her head slightly, "Interesting. And sweet little Rin wants to set you free...such a waste...too bad she found you first. I have always wanted a full blooded youkai to experiment on...."

Sesshomaru stood deathly still, staring blankly ahead as she moved in closer and suggestively whispered " You would be so much fun to play with."

While her eyes roved over his body, she reached up and grasped a lock of his hair. "Such a nice looking demon too...."For only a moment, her countenance became distant as she smoothed the strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger." You remind me....of someone...I use to know...same silver hair....same golden eyes...I would almost say......you....were......related....

but......no."

Her demeanor hardened then switched back to her earlier lustful advances and she smiled wickedly at him.

"I have always wanted to know what my growing powers would do to a full fledged demon. Now, be a good little doggy and stay very still. I won't hurt you ....much."

Sesshomaru shivered when her cold fingers slipped under his upper shirt and traveled over is chest.

His skin began to tingle and the air around them became charged with a powerful electric current.

The woman's roaming hands slowly advanced downward and the prickling sensation worsened, searing his flesh as her purifing magic tore into him. Alarms went off and his overloaded sense of danger began pushing him into a state of panic, scattering all logical thought to the four winds.

His mind shut down and survival instincts took over, making him completely oblivious to the consequenses of his actions.

He let out a low hiss and took a step back.

It was an open display of defiance and he paid for it painfully as the metal around his throat constricted, sending shockwaves of raw molten fire coursing throughout his nevous system.

As he fought for air, a thousand white hot razors of pure energy sliced though his insides and he fell to his knees.

His claws extended. One, digging little pock marks in the tiled floor while the other clawed hand clutched at the tightening metal choker.

He blocked out the world and bent over in a near fetal position.

His silent whimpers echoing in his mind.

Kikyo shook her head. "tsk, tsk, tsk.... you should have known better than that."

The priestess bent down to run her hand through his silken hair and whisper in his slightly pointed ear.

"Do I...scare you...that much?" she chuckled then straightened, watching him convulse violently with his deserved punishment.

Merciful blackness reached for him as he endured the agonizing torture.

He was on the edge, ready to fall into the engulfing and welcoming pit of darkness, when his strangulation abated and the choker loosened.

Sesshomaru sucked in a much needed breath of air as a single drop of blood fell from his lips.

He opened his eyes to see the back of the miko's hand held out only a few inches away.

While he trembled slightly in the aftershock of his punishment, he licked the blood from his lower lip.

Leaning over with some effort, he nuzzled the miko's hand then kissed her palm.

Kikyo expressed in desired satisfaction. "That's a good boy."

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