InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Chains of Wind ❯ Breaking His Will ( Chapter 3 )

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Chapter 3: Breaking His Will

 

In that instant Kouga would have preferred death or the very least blissful unconsciousness, but was tragically denied both. Seconds ticked by, but for him it was all but an eternity. The pain had been overwhelming at first, so much in fact that he’d lost his voice as he reflexively tried to scream. Slowly, slower than he’d wanted, it began to diminish from its peak until only a very strong throbbing remained. Longer still it took for the reality of what had happened, what that whore of a sociopathic monster had done to him.  Even then, he’d wanted to deny the reality of it, but no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t escape the simple really that she’d just removed his tail.

 

He’d been docked like some common pet dog. The simple knowledge alone causing his blood to boil. “You Mother-fucking bitch, you cut off my god-damned tail!” The now deformed prince screamed before all the fight suddenly leaf him a mere second later as his body sagged against his restraints. ‘She really did it,’ he thought to himself as his entire body stilled in shock. ‘How could I have ever let this happen to me?’ He thought to himself, his eyes slowly glazed over as the truth of what just happened finally began to sink in.

 

Her aim had been quick and precise. In less than a second his tail in its entirety had been severed from his body. A smirk of satisfaction curved her lip as she scrutinized the cut, noticing that not even a stump remained. If it wasn’t for the fact that his thick demonic blood still oozed from the fresh wound anyone would think he never had one.

 

Turning her attention to her trophy, she admired the ookami’s former tail as it hung limply in her hand. For the first time she took note of just how soft the fur covering it was as she thoughtfully studied the appendage. The entire length naturally curved upwards slightly and she noticed that the cut from her blade was all but bloodless. She could of course always return it back to the broken prince, given the chance he could always try and reattach it to his body using a jewel shard. Since unlike more powerful demons, wolves didn’t possess the innate ability to either regenerate or reattached body parts. Knowing this truth, she still might have returned it just to torment the ookami further, at least if she hadn’t known just what significance the appendage held for the ookami.

 

Ookami tails weren’t a common trait after all and while the trait didn’t follow any particular blood lines. Only those offspring created from a mating of two such individuals were ever born with one of their own. Naturally born Alphas they were considered, those lucky individuals were raised to lead as each eventually took over or created their own pack, in essence they were considered some form of a royal lineage.

 

There was also a second group consisting of those few wolves of extraordinary power who possessed the increasingly rare ability to transform into their full bestial form. These wolves, of which Kouga belonged, acquired their tails only after returning from their first successful transformation. Few ever acquired the necessary powers to attempt the full transformation, and even fewer still ever managed to transform back. Those that failed to return were forced to live the rest of their lives stuck in animal form and being completely controlled by their instincts.

 

Both groups were prized by the pack, each and every one getting first picks of any potential mates. Likewise, his tail was one of those things that set him apart as a prince. But unlike those that were born with them if lost, his would never regenerate. Forever marred, the ookami would be tormented with the knowledge of the insults made against him. Broken and shamed he had become nothing more than a joke, a tail-less prince.

 

‘A tail-less prince?’ Kouga almost snorted at the irony of that thought after all he’d lost that title just before his tail. If only his situation was that easy, but the mark on his shoulder said otherwise. Sure he couldn’t see it yet, but he could feel it and the foreign youki energy contained within it. Eventually, just as the pain from the loss of his tail would go away so would this wound, the only difference would be that her mark would never truly heal. No right here, right now he’d taken being tailless to being owned each and every time. Sensing his train of thoughts the mark pulsed, letting off a simple warning to the ookami.

 

~*Flashback*~

 

Only once in his life had he ever personally witnessed the effects of a Possession Mark, no civilized demon cruel enough to permanently force such servitude on an individual. A young female ookami from his father’s pack had wondered off, away from any parental supervision, and crossed paths with a rouge from a neighboring pack. Somehow, he’d managed to evade every patrol and remained undetected until that point. At the time she’d been only twelve summers old and he was pushing 200.

 

She never said exactly what had happened and she never really got the chance to either. From what he’d overheard from the healers was that she’d been raped, even at his age he’d been able to distinguish the smell of ookami cum from the violation. She’d been badly brutalized, his first thrust savagely piercing through her cervix as he took her virginity. The assault had continued on for hours with the only pauses coming when he’d filled her with his seed before starting anew. By the time he’d decided he’d had enough he’d destroyed her still developing womb, leaving her childless and thereby mateless for the rest of her life.

 

But worse than that, he’d taken the attack one step further. Apparently, he’d enjoyed mounting her so much that he’d marked her with a possession mark just before leaving. Telling her that she was his to touch and fuck, and how no one else could or would ever have her as he walked away.

 

For several days she’d been kept with the healers, and Kouga had gone to check in on her every day. The first day wasn’t so bad, but every day after she’d gotten progressively worse. Apparently, the sick monster had wanted to go another round and was calling her to him. Of course, she’d tried to comply but had been overpowered and restrained. By the second day, she was screaming in pain. On the third she was trying to claw her own skin off in an attempt to stop the pain. But the third she’d started having convulsions.

 

He’d resolved himself to free her, and set out to find the rouge. Find him he did, in fact it had only taken him a little over an hour to track the vermin down. He’d found the ookami, stretched out in a small meadow as he sunned himself. The smell of a fresh kill nearby masked the disgusting stench of his arousal as he stroked himself, obviously thinking of the child back at the caves. In that instant his eyes bled red and he attacked, taking the distracted ookami’s head completely off with a single slice of his claws just as he’d reached his climax and started spewing his foul seed over his chest.

 

He’d noticed that even after he’d killed him, his body had still continued to ejaculate, and it was then and there that he’d decided to gift the female with the appendage that had so horribly violated her. With that thought he sliced the now flaccid organ from the corpse, recoiling when he got a strong whiff of young female’s scent that was still faintly covering the severed member.

 

~*End Flashback*~

 

He’d later learned the truth about the particulars relating to Possession Marks, how the longer it took to comply the weaker the bearer got. The female had been forced to fight it for three days, and had weakened to the point that when the rouge had been killed she’d been to weak to fight the pull from her master’s death and immediately followed. It was later discovered that that same ookami had been exiled from the Northern Clans for attempting to force a mating with another cub, the granddaughter of the Northern Elder.

 

It seemed fate wasn’t without its own sick and twisted sense of humor. Ayame had been spared a horrendous existence and through chance been saved by him. Sure, he still remembered the promise he’d made to her, but now she was as untouchable as any other including Kagome. Only mated pairs were immune to Possession Marks, after all it was impossible for two individuals to have the complete devotion of the same individual. Had he fulfilled his promise Kagura wouldn’t have been able to enslave him…

 

~*~

 

For several minutes she let him hang there, allowing his mind to wander through whatever thoughts it took the ookami. All the while relishing the complete power and dominance, she had over her new pet. Ideally, she’d noticed that despite the debilitating wound she’d just inflicted that the flow of blood was already diminishing. The simple knowledge that the ookami was already recovering quickly was somewhat reassuring. ‘At least physically,’ she noted to herself, knowing and not caring whatsoever that the mental damage she’d inflicted would take a lot longer. After all she still had much more pleasurable activities to initiate, and she wanted her slave as an active participant.

 

Her gaze traveled upwards, noticing the reflective sheen covering the tanned skin of his back. A visual suddenly appeared in her mind of her ookami, bound in a similar fashion to his current situation as she whipped his glistening back and lean legs. Listening to his screams of torture as his muscular body repeatedly thrashed around in desperation to escape from the withering pain. Then came the image of his erect cock as it helplessly flopped about as it begged to be touched, begged to be buried in her wet feminine core, begged to be surrounded and milked by her silken walls. The very erotic image sent a shudder passed through her body the instant she thought about it.

 

Her eyes finally located her mark causing her hand reflexively squeezing the severed tail she still held as. She had often wondered what it would look like, never truly believing she’d have a chance to take a mate of her own. But after seeing it with her own eyes she couldn’t help but sigh in relief, after all since she’d been able to mark the ookami in the first place it proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that while Naraku held her heart, he never truly owned her. That no matter where her fate lie, she still had free will. Once she got her heart back would be completely free of the bastard.

 

Still, she could help but snicker at the irony of its simple yet in her opinion elegant design, knowing that on no one other than the ookami prince would the design have been more fitting. ‘Former prince,’ she mentally took a moment to correct herself, after all she stripped him of that title the moment she took his freedom. Anyways there upon Kouga’s shoulder, exposed for any to see was a small cyclone. ‘How fitting, he always like to show off his speed by creating dust tornados and now he’s branded by one that he can never escape from.

 

Changing thoughts, she decided that she’d let the ookami alone in his thoughts long enough…

 

~*~

 

The sudden touch of his fur tail acted like a bucket of cold water as Kagura brushed the limp souvenir across his back. The sensation of the soft fur as it swept across his back sent his nerves into overdrive. While at the same time the feeling, or more precisely the lack of any feeling coming from his tail caused his stomach to turn. Both contrasting feelings didn’t let up but were in fact amplified as Kagura slowly walked back in front of him, his tail teasingly trailing in her wake. Stopping in front of her “captive” audience she finally took in her first unobstructed view of his previously hidden assets.

 

Laughing, she couldn’t help but comment. “So much for the BIG BAD Ookami…” She trailed off after stressing the two words, noticing his limp penis as it hung over his dangling balls.

 

“What can I say,” Kouga started, apparently having regained some of his earlier fire. “Your stink alone is enough to cause any man to shrivel up.”

 

Huffing at the ookami’s jaw, she reiterated his current situation. “One would think you’d have learned your lesson already. After all that mouth of yours has already cost you so dearly. First was you continued suffering for calling he a slave and a whore, which my brand that your shoulder now bares says otherwise. Then your mouth cost you your tail when you refused to follow instructions despite my warnings. What’s next? I’d consider removing your tongue, I’d hope it doesn’t ‘cum’ to that,” the pun was completely lost on Kouga. “I have much more pleasurable uses for that dirty mouth of yours in mind.” She took a moment to tap her chin in flax thought. “Though you obviously don’t know how you poor thing, now do you?”

 

Kouga growled quietly at her condescending tone, then increasingly louder as she suddenly drew closer.

 

“I’ll let you in on a little secret,” Kagura conspiratorially whispered. “Unlike when I was ordered to kill all those wolves, my instructions regarding you were only to humiliate you in front of your pack after taking your jewel shards. However, how I went about accomplishing that has been up to me the entire time. You’re the one that made this personal…”

 

“Shut up, Bitch!” She was really pissing him off as he yelled back. He’d been prepared this time, and was ready for her to slap him. At least he was unstill she used his tail to hit his face with instead of her hand, effectively killing the retort he had had on the tip off his tongue. Worse still was that right after he was hit with it, he watched as the Wind Sorceress casually discarded it without thought like it was nothing more than a worthless pierce of trash.

 

“Enough talk,” Kagura had finally grown tired of his constant babbling. Her eyes watched him intently as she ran her fingers down his chest, both hands applying just enough pressure not to draw blood but still leaving behind red welts in their wake. Kouga’s breath hitched as her index fingers simultaneously circled both his Areolas, his body stiffening from the provocative touch. The tips of both claws found purchase on his nipples, a choked and horse cry erupting from Kouga’s throat as both cut into the tips of both his nipples as they were dragged further downwards.

 

Angrily he started releasing a warning growl and his eyes narrowed as her hands started moving again. The volume increasing with each passing moment as she they traveled farther south until his entire body was vibrating from its force. Finally, Kagura’s hands reached their final destination as she boldly cupped his wolfhood.

 

A feral snarl tore from him quickly followed by his teeth snapping at the Wind Sorceress. ‘The bitch dared to touch him so intimately! I’ll kill…’ The thought quickly died as a involuntary yelp left his throat, the hand that had been cupping him had shifted as she wrapped her slender finger around his free hanging sack before roughly squeezing him. His hips started thrusting back and forth in an attempt to dislodge her hold, but even that option didn’t last as Kagura only increased the force she was applying on his trapped jewels.

 

She was enjoying the lewd display as he thrust his hips in and out several times, his cock being supported just enough that it was pointing strait out as if the ookami was attempting to thrust it into her warm body. The simple but erotic display coupled with his tense muscles and large watering eyes was breathtaking. She couldn’t help but lean forward before once more biting her mark in reprimand. All the while Kouga’s entire body was ramrod stiff every muscle literally locked-up from the pain being inflicted to his still swollen and injured balls. Thinking he’d gotten the message she pulled her fangs out of his neck before once more sealing the wound. Giving one last affectionate nip to his throbbing shoulder she traced the path of one of his tears as she licked a tear from his cheek.

 

“Now behave or I won’t be gentle.” She said, only then relaxing her grip on his tender sack, her long clawed fingers caressing away some of the pain.

 

Her hot mouth kissed his collar bone before she began meandering her way down his chest, for the first time her free hand joining its mirrored twin. Kouga felt both her hands between his legs and couldn’t help but whimper from their feel as they fondled his most private areas, her claws lightly teasing the sensitive skin as she intimately examined the poor ookami. She couldn’t help but notice the small free-floating bone within his member, the Os Penis being part of every canine’s anatomy.

 

Kouga shuddered in absolute revulsion, her every touch making him physically ill while simultaneously sending sporadic sparks of pleasure up through his skin and up his spine. Her mouth found an abused nipple, her lips wrapping around it as she sucked it harshly. He hated how his body was beginning to respond to her ministrations as he desperately tried to suppress the groan that threatened to leave him. The soft sound not didn’t go unnoticed, Kagura couldn’t help but grin as she switched to his other nipple, giving it the exact same treatment as its twin. In desperation he bit his lip, the pain caused from his fang tearing into his flesh providing a momentary distraction.

 

Still the pleasurable touches being forced upon him were beginning to have an effect, as was proven when the Wind Sorceress nipped the trapped bud harshly causing the ookami to release a wanton cry. Smiling to herself she once more continued her downwards path as she kneeled in front of Kouga, in a different time under different circumstances the simple act would have been one of submission but there and then it was anything but. Both arms encircled his waist as she held the ookami in place as she rubbed her cheek against his bare thigh, causing his big, semi-flaccid cock brush against her face. Her hands moved downwards slightly running lightly over his hind as she took a moment to relish the tasty morsel before literally burrowing her face in the bush of brown fur located just above his wolfhood.

 

She inhaled deeply, each set of claws on both her hands finding purchase on both supple cheeks as they dug into the tender flesh of his backside. With each breath she took brought more and more of his scent in through her nose, enjoying the mix of intoxicating aromas. First and foremost was the overwhelming smell of the ookami’s masculinity, the base scent consisting of what could only be described as pure virility and dominance associated with true alpha ookami. Though he’d already been subjugated, the smell had yet to dissipate causing her to consciously suppress her own instincts to submit herself before his eyes, still she welcomed the visual as it filtered thru her mind as it caused her arousal to spike as she wondered how his scent would change over time, especially when she finally claimed him as hers.

 

The fantasy of claiming him, or more precisely him claiming her came to the forefront of her mind’s eye…

 

~*~

 

The very thought of herself on all fours, her ass raised in submission as she proudly displayed her hot wet core to his hungry blue eyes, blue eyes darkened and clouded by lust. She imagined the ookami as he squatted behind her and licked every trace of her arousal from her legs and hind quarters, he buried his face in her backside, the wondrous feeling of his long canine tongue as it was forced into her tight tunnel. The sight of his engorged cock swinging back in forth in obvious arousal as she dropped her head and look back under herself between her own full breasts.

 

His claws as they dug into her thighs as that same hot and heavy member as it was thrust into her as he mounted her, the feeling of the organ as it pleasantly stretched her insides almost to the point of pain. His hard chest as it was draped over her back as he took a few moments to simply savor her silken heat as it gripped him cock, the feverously hot skin setting her own nerve ending alight as her core painfully clenched around the intruder. Sharp teeth piercing the flesh of her neck to hold her still as he savagely breed her, each and every breath fanning across and cooling her sweaty skin as he took her like a true bitch. White stars as she climaxes, the rippling muscles of her core causing his own release. His fangs being torn away from his mating mark as his head rose skywards, howling his conquest to the heavens and every creature within earshot.

 

~*~

 

…Coming back to herself, her olfactory analysis continued on. Below the natural scent of musk associated with male, was detected something more subtle, causing her to breath in more of his heady scent just to identify it. It was unnamable and untamed, a mixture of forest and meadows with just a hint of flowers as they described his wild nature. The slight tang of the sweat covering his entire body making the natural fragrance that much more appealing. The ookami prince apparently never stayed in one place long enough to have any particular smell override the others. More surprisingly was how little his natural scent was covered by the smell of other wolves, a pleasant surprise considering that he lived in a cave full of them and traveled with his two idiotic companions.

 

A sudden thought accrued, giving her pause before she moved her face slightly placing her nose directly against his ookami cock. Once more Kagura deeply inhaled, taking two breaths than a third one just to confirm the first two. Her sense of smell wasn’t nearly as strong as his, but still the truth was unmistakable. Not a single detectable trace of any type of feminine taint marred his member proving that he was untouched and unspoiled, having never mated with or even engaged in any other form of sexual activities with another female.

 

Her eyes flew open as she pulled back, locking them with Kouga’s resentful deep blue ones. Even she knew that he was obsessed with that woman that always traveled with the hanyou and as such knew the ookami was still unmated. She knew wolves mated for life, but she also knew the lesser-known fact that as pack animals they tended to explore and sample the different fruits as it were before choosing a mate.  It was almost unbelievable that their prince was a complete virgin in every sense of the word, having never even fooled around with or simply rutted another just for the pleasure gained from doing it. That meant that she’d be his first and one way or another she’s make absolutely sure that unless she specifically allowed it she’d be his very last.

 

Her arousal spiked as she wet core clenched at the thought of being the one to taint him as she molded his entire sexual nature to fit her every whim and desire. Training him to first and foremost please her in whatever fashion she chooses. That no matter what, that when it came between the two of them that his pleasure was meaningless compared to hers. She’d take him, all of him into her. Not in the traditional canine position where he mounted her from behind, no she’d take him on his back as she rode him to completion. Such a position would be absolutely humiliating for him and she literally drove him into her over and over again as she exercised her complete and utter dominance. Her red eyes darkened several shades while she was lost in thought as her left hand absently disengaged from where it was clutching his ass. “You smell absently delicious.”

 

Once more Kagura pulled Kouga closer, her free hand teasingly tracing its way across his hip and outer thigh. Still slightly engorged from her previous stimulation she reverently palmed his massive tool as if attempting to weight it. Gently her figures wrapped around his flesh as she took a moment to familiarize herself with its shape and texture, all the while the bound ookami continue to half-heartedly struggle. Raising the entire length, she once more nuzzled his groin, gladly breathing in the essence of his virility. A slight pang ran through her as she idly wondered what it would’ve been like to have even half the ability Kouga’s nose had while being this close to such an appetizing morsel.

 

‘Addictive.’ She thought to herself, ‘he’d be completely addictive.’ Her face turned slightly running as she ran her nose half way down length of Kouga’s cock, the fingers of her left hand gently wrapped around the end while her right simultaneously gripping the base in a possessive hold. Holding his member between them she pushed her nose into the silken skin of his length, breathing as deeply as she could as she inhaled the essence of the pure unadulterated ookami sex. She could easily get lost in his scent, probably would have to if it wasn’t for the near constant throbbing coming from neither region as she reluctantly she pulled away.

 

Her right hand completely relaxed, traveling the short distance south as she took possession of his well-hung sack. The twin orbs were still swollen after the multiple abuses they’d received but otherwise dangled freely signifying the full extent of his fertility. Squeezing none to gently each captive orb was individually examined by her inquisitive hand as it was rolled around with its confines.

 

Meanwhile her left hand hadn’t stayed idle as she slowly started stroking his cock with her hand, twisting her wrist slightly every now and then to increase the stimulation she was giving his member. It was utterly amazing to her how easily his skin glided over his shaft as it became engorged with blood, the smooth silky texture vastly contrasting with the firmer layers below. An errant thought suddenly entered her mind and she could help but wonder what his cock would be look and feel like if he transformed. Wondering how the shape and texture would change, and imagining what it’d feel like to have his belly fur rubbing over her back as he used it on her.

 

A glint out of the corner of her eye pulled her from that particular train of thought as her attention to shifted back to the piece of hot male flesh in her hand. His cock had started leaking from the stimulation, a drop of wet fluid catching the sun’s rays before being literally swallowed with the rest of his cock head by his more than generous foreskin as it was forcibly rolled up and down his length. She marveled at the ultrasensitive skin’s elasticity as it hugged each and every curve as it rippled over his corona, the purple mushroom-shaped head of his cock quickly developing a wet sheen as each drop of pre-cum was rubbed into the saturated skin.

 

Red eyes followed the path of an excess drop as it fell to the grass below, Kagura’s right index finger quickly catching the next one to follow. Using her thumb, she tested the fluid she rubbed it between the two digits, slightly surprised at its slick consistency. Forcing the ookami’s foreskin back down his shaft she unconsciously licked her dry lips, wondering what the fluid covering the entire head of his cock tasted like. “Perhaps just a taste…” She whispered to herself as she moved forward.

 

~*~

 

Completely naked, Kouga helplessly hung there as she inhaled the scent of his ookami sex, praying to any deity that would listen that her weak nose wouldn’t be able to pick up the unmistakable smell his virginity. However, it was simply not to be as all his hopes were crushed less than a second later he felt more than saw as the Wind Sorceress shifted her head. He watched as her head moved, feeling the slightest brush of her lips being dragged against his more than exceptional endowment before her nose pressed against directly against it. Cool air lightly tickled his skin as she scented him, fear clouding his eyes as the action was repeated several more times.

 

The truth was undeniable the moment she pulled back and locked eyes with him, the sudden spike in her arousal and her off the wall comment causing his heart to stop. While he had long ago realized the futility of trying to struggle, struggle he did. The token effort was completely wasted, only serving to drain more of his precious energy as she continued examining his ookami cock. Her face ran along its length, as she apparently savored his scent, each of her breaths alternating between hot the cold as the air flowed around his shaft.

 

Completely sickened by her forced stimulation, his resistance continued. At least until she’d grabbed his tender balls sending pain shooting up his spine. The sharp pain contrasting with more pleasurable touches as his member was manually manipulated began to blend, each amplifying the other until even the pain started to become somewhat enjoyable. Kouga’s mind quickly lost the ability to focus and with it his body began to betray him. Heat from his own budding arousal flowed thru him as he watched more than felt his cock slowly harden as it was stroked. The slow pace being set little more than teasing as the tip of his fully engorged cock began leaking pre-cum.

 

Suddenly Kagura spoke breaking whatever spell that’d been cast, as his mind quickly came back into focus. Each word filtered through him, the unquestionable meaning of the simple phrase apparent as her head tilted toward him. He tried to struggle, pulling backwards as best as he could with his family jewels still trapped firmly in her fingers.

 

“S-stop! Please Stop!” His groaned as his entire body began shaking from the nauseating pain building in his stomach, her relentless grip as he struggled causing the cords connecting each ball to stretch further then they were ever intended. In reprimand, Kagura’s hand began tightening further and further as he continued to fruitlessly struggle.

 

“Fight all you want ookami but I won’t be denied…”

 

Kagura’s mouth was a mere inch away as from its target, hot moist breath from each syllable washing over his cock as she spoke. The simple action causing panic as a surge of adrenalin flooded his entire body. Kouga’s breath hitched as he suddenly felt the tight soft ring of her lips as she enveloped the head of his cock with her warm mouth. He felt her tongue touch his member and it nearly sent in him into a fit of hysteria. The small but flexible muscle circling the captured piece of flesh as it cleaned off every trace of his essence covering it. Without warning her teeth bit him, the small nip on the tip of sensitive flesh causing him to yelp in shock.

 

In desperation, he yanked backwards. Blinding pain shot uncontrollably up his spine as the two thin cords connecting his nuts were stretched beyond their limit. A scream left the ookami’s lungs as his entire body seized, the blinding pain momentary overloading his nervous system. Kagura’s timing and aim were perfect, the additional strain caused by a simple and light tug to his trapped orbs suddenly spurring the ookami into movement.

 

Seeking relief from the mind-numbing pain, Kouga’s hips involuntarily thrust forward. Simultaneously Kagura’s left hand slightly adjusted the angle of his member, forcing the ookami to shove his cock strait into her waiting mouth. A moan escaped him, the fallen prince’s eyes rolling backwards into his head as his member was enveloped within the warm wet cavern of her mouth. Her mouth felt like heaven while her grip on his throbbing balls felt like hell. It was taking every ounce of self-control not to dive deeper into the cavern, fear of additional pain the only thing managing to stop him from thrusting farther forward.

 

Determinedly her lips slide down his length as she took him completely into her mouth, her tongue tracing the underside of his heavy shaft as she slowly pulled back. Teasingly she ran her tongue around the head and over the slit as she gathered more of his fluids on her tongue, his breathing became more and more labored with each swipe. Her left hand stoked upwards, rolling his foreskin over both his cockhead as well as her tongue. Red eyes stared up at him as her lips clamped down on the loose skin, a wonton moan being released as she sucked harshly.

 

“I’ve never had ookami before, but for one you sure do taste good.” Kagura started out huskily, the saliva from mouth helping her hand glide up and down the ookami’s cock as she stroked it. “I’d bet if your precious priestess ever got a taste, she’d never go back to the half-breed again. I guess you should have taken her when you had the chance.

 

“You leave Kagome out of this!”

 

“You’re in no position to make any demands,” she squeezed his erection in emphasis. Remember ookami, I own you. Your body is mine cause pain to, or when I feel like it mine to give pleasure.” She swallowed him again as her teeth bit into his flesh around the base of his shaft in warning of just how vulnerable he was at the moment. Smirking when the thick-headed ookami got the message she resumed orally pleasuring the ookami.

 

The pace she set was demanding and harsh, her delicate hand pumping the hardened flesh in time with the bobbing motion of her head. Her hyperactive tongue danced around his shaft, diligently circling the head as she paid it special attention every time she pulled back. Reversing direction, she twisted her head slightly as she sucked until she’d wallowed the entire length only to repeat the entire process once again. Finally, she relinquished the painful hold on his sack, the ookami’s hip’s slightly flexing forward every with each and every stroke.

 

She’d never expected that she’d have gotten this aroused while sucking him off, her own juices saturating the silk garments she wore as her thoughts rubbed together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing need. Her right hand slipped down her chest and between the folds of her kimono, fingers started working the lips of her labia before tweaking her clit. The taste and feel of him acting as an aphrodisiac as she delicately spread her sopping vagina before giving into the aching need of her own body as she plunged several fingers into her own core.

 

Kouga’s nose was overloaded the instant she exposed herself, the sound of her fingers working wet sex sending him into a frenzy. Letting go his body matching her pace stroke for stoke as he frantically thrust against his shackles, trying to push himself deeper into her tight constricting throat. Her nose was once more buried in his pubs, his wolfhood swallowed whole as she hummed.

 

The entire time she watched him. Watched each and every contortion of his facial muscles as he succumbs to the desires of the flesh. Watched as his eyes closed, his hips thrusting of their own accord in his desperate attempt to cum. Still, he never did, some small deeply recessed part of his consciousness refusing to allow the humiliation of an orgasm produced by his mortal enemy. A sudden understanding passed through her as she came to realize she wasn’t providing enough stimulation to get the ookami off. ‘No,’ she corrected herself. ‘Perhaps I’m simply using the right types of stimulation.’ Kagura moaned around the cock buried in her mouth, smirking as an evil idea formed and took shape in her mind’s eye.

 

Discreetly Kouga’s bindings slowly shifted, his feet being forced upwards and farther apart while at the same time his arm were lowered. Both actions forcing the fatigued still healing muscles his legs to absorb and maintain an increasingly larger percentage of his overall mass. His thrusting gradually slowed, the attentions on his ookami cock distracting him as he was eventually forced into a semi-squatting position. Laughing internally, she pulling her soaked fingers from her pussy.

 

Kouga’s eye flew open, a yelp escaping as he felt something slick slipping between the silky globes of his warm flesh. Her dripping fingers, the frantic ookami quickly realized, prodded around for a moment as she located his clenching anus.

 

“No,” he yelped, hiss fear reaching all new levels. “You can’t put your finger there!” The ookami squirmed against the digit as he forcibly tied to keep it out of his body.

 

Kagura ignored his struggling, a single finger pressing hard against the tightly ringed muscles of his rear. His cock fell from her mouth with an audible pop, fear showing brightly in his eyes as she lightly enveloped the head as she slowly increased the pressure with her finger. She sucked harshly, painfully nipping the tip once more in distraction as the ookami’s sphincter muscles unclenched. They both felt as the wet finger slid into his anus, the ookami gasping as it was buried knuckle-deep inside his cavity.

 

Instinct took over as a vicious growl being let loose, Kouga’s blue eyes flashing red as his demon was suddenly released. Struggling violently, his demon side tested the unyielding restraints. The ring of tightly puckered muscles slowly gave way with each thrashing movement as he ookami unwillingly impaled himself.

 

“Who’s the bitch now?” She questioned the ookami after he’d bottomed out on her finger.

 

Slowly her finger twisted around as she sought out that little nub of flesh every male had, the hidden spot that’d make his eyes pop out of his head in pleasure. An anguished moan broke from his lips and she knew she’d found it, noticing how his cock suddenly twitched and his face contorted when she’d located the little bundle of nerves.

 

“Hm…looks like you enjoy getting fucked.” She failed to consider that she was unconsciously pushing her own lust into him through the possession mark.

 

Kouga gasped as a surprising wave of pleasure flowed thru him as her finger forcibly brushed against his prostate. His body rebelled against his mind as he started uncontrollably rocking back and forth on her finger, each simple movement causing him to whine like a bitch in heat. Tears of disgusted threatened to fall as his will was started to break, already his body had yielded and deep down some parts of his mind were beginning to follow. He felt like a whore, disgust flooding him as his balls began to tighten as he was pushed closer and closer to the brink. They both knew he was close as Kagura once again took his cock completely within her mouth before she forcing a second finger into his over stretched entrance.

 

Kouga’s body started to twist and convulse as he blocked out the sight of his most hated enemy behind closed eyes. Desperately he fought against the tingling sensation of his impending climax as he imagined he was anywhere else than right here at the moment. The image of woman in front of him began to morph, slowly being replaced with a vision of a naked Kagome. He pushed forward until her lips rested against his brown patch of hair, his body snapping taut as the pressure suddenly becoming too much as he violently climaxed.

 

A guttural cry tearing from Kouga’s mouth just before his body was thrown into a mind-blowing release. Kagura’s lips tightened around his cock, the sudden rush of the ookami’s hot thick fluids quickly filling her mouth. Swallowed as quickly as possible, she slipped Kouga’s cock outwards until only the head remained trapped. The fingers buried within him continued moving, extending the ookami’s release as she milked his prostate. Her other hand gently working his length as he slowly finished his orgasm.

 

He couldn’t help but feel as the burning heat from each gush was swallowed; the prolonged release feeling like it would never end. Each spurt slowly draining him until with one last rush of heat it was over. Bonelessly, the spent ookami sagged in his restraints, his eyes remaining closed as the dazed ookami tried to regain his breath…

 

~*~

 

‘You’d think someone as strong and vigorous as him would recover quicker,’ Kagura couldn’t help but think.

 

Normally she’d be right, but for 2 factors working against him. First was that no matter what others might think based on his popularity, Kouga was in all respects a complete virgin. As such, he’d yet to develop any stamina when it came to sex. Everyone knows the first time is always fast, memorable, and mind blowing. Second and more importantly, he done everything he could to prevent his release. Not wanting to give the Wind Sorceress the satisfaction of receiving his seed. How does the saying go? The bigger they are the harder they fall. Or in this case the harder he fought his release the stronger it ended up being in the end, and he had fought with everything he’d had.

 

Fed up with the ookami’s unresponsiveness and eager to get to the good stuff, the Wind Sorceress lightly slapped Kouga’s check several times until she finally garnered his attention. ‘What… when did she stand up?’ He questioned himself, not realizing just how out of it he currently was…

 

“That’s better, we don’t want you missing out now that it’s my turn to have my fun now do we?” A tired, but still threatening grow was her response. “I see your demeanor hasn’t changed. A slave should always thank their mistress for granting them release, especially when I allowed you the privilege of swallowing your seed instead of spending it worthlessly into the dirt where it belongs.”

 

“Go fuck yourself.” Kouga broke eye contact, turning his head way acting like she was ill relevant and unworthy of his attention.

 

“That, my Naughty Ookami is exactly what I plan on doing…” Kagura smirked when his eyes flickered back toward her while he feigned disinterest. “Of course, you’re going to help with th-”

 

Kouga scuffed, turning his head back towards her. “Now, you’re delusional. You can’t force me to do anything, and I’d rather cut off my own cock then willingly mate with you.” If only he’d realized the later irony of his words.

 

“Who said anything about mating?” She teasingly asked. “Mistresses don’t mate slaves. Hell, slaves don’t mate slaves. But if you behave and cooperate I might just choose to stud you out. I’d wager you’d jump at the chance to seed your little miko…” She never got the chance to finish that train of thought.

 

“You leave Kagome out of this or any of your sick deranged fantasies you fucking bitch of a whore.” The ookami’s eyes flashed red as he snarled in his face before receiving a shock from his slave mark as he started to spasm in pain.

 

“I see your tongue is still as sharp as ever…”  Her hands slowly ran across his waist before traveling up the flat planes of his hard convulsing abdomen. “Mhm, I wonder what else I can train that tongue of yours to do?” She whispered huskily as she watched the muscles ripple beneath her feathery touch.

 

“Bitch… I… I’d never mate with you or anyone you directed me at, and there isn’t any way you can force me.”

 

The Wind Sorceress couldn’t help but laugh at his mistaken conviction. “You really believe that don’t you?” She rhetorically asked the ookami. “Men are all the same, believing that a woman can’t rape them. Well, that’s where you’re wrong.”

 

There was no way was she letting the ookami getting out of giving her the pleasure her own body was craving, and one way or another she was planning to thoroughly enjoy the fine cock before her. Besides, she was dying to try something she’d witnesses when she’d stumbled across another demon on her way there. Reaching into the folds of her kimono, searching a few moments before she located and withdrew a small black silk bag. She watched the ookami involuntarily gulp the instant his senses located the corrupted power signature emanating from within.

 

‘How could I have missed it?’ Kouga’s instincts were telling him he needed to get the hell out of dodge, yet he was helpless to comply bound as he was. ‘She’s had a jewel shard this entire time and hasn’t used it?’ He questioned himself. ‘Furthermore, why is this vibe I’m getting from it feel so wrong…’ The thoughtful contemplating look that crossed his face wasn’t missed by his captor.

 

“Yes…” She’d decided to enlighten him after reading the expressions crossing his face as she reached into the silk bag. “There’s a jewel shard in there... along with a few other “useful” items I picked up a demon a ran across on my way here.” Pausing for a second, she extracted the shard, displaying its tainted beauty between her thumb and index finger. “The demon was pathetically weak and otherwise distracted with feeding itself when I’d arrived.”

 

“I’m sure that your aware that it’s said that a single shard taken from the Jewel of Fours Souls can double a demon’s strength.” A thoughtful look crossed Kagura’s face as she remembered ‘just exactly how’ that particular demon had been feeding. “Did you know,” her thoughtful voice drew Kouga’s attention as he finally looked away from the jewel. “That that same shard grants different powers depending on what each individual who possesses it wants? Sure most use them to become more powerful in one way or another. With you its speed, with Naraku it’s always a stronger body, with Inuyasha…” Here she trailed off for a second in contemplation. “Well, come to think of it I don’t believe that mutt has ever used a shard.”

 

Shaking her head, she got her thoughts back on track. “This little jewel, as I’m sure you can tell by the feel of its tainted aura, is different. It wasn’t used for power, but was instead used by a succubus to suppress or more specifically prevent her male victims from reaching orgasm.” She could help but laugh when the ookami started shuttering uncontrollably the moment, he made the connection. “Yes, I relieved her of the shard after watching her spend over an hour draining the human of all his energy. The shard kept them continuously and painfully aroused, stuck just below their peak while she sucked their very soul right out of his body leaving behind nothing but a withered empty husk.”

 

The captive ookami watched helplessly as the Wind Sorceress once again kneeled; quickly turning his head away in revulsion as she carefully gasped his cock, unwilling to watch his further defilement. He felt his foreskin rolled back, the purple-colored head of his ookami cock was revealed as Kagura stroked back the flesh of his foreskin. He felt the sharp tip of the corrupted shard as she dragged it gently against the sensitive flesh before carefully pressing it into the still dribbling slit.

 

“Watch me,” She commanded sensually as she twisted the fragment around gathering some of the ookami’s natural lubricants on it. “I said watch me,” she repeated while forcing a little youki thru her mark until the ookami complied.

 

Kouga both felt Kagura’s thumb and index finger clamp down on his limp shaft, the action restricting blood flow causing the glans to engorge. Watching her every move, his breath hitched when the sharp tip of the defiled jewel fragment was pushed into the slit. “I bet this is going to hurt…” He distinctly her the Wind Sorceress mumble. His eyes locking with hers as he drew in a breath to retort, it never came…