InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Cocktail Mix ❯ Mix XIV ( Chapter 14 )

And what do we have here?
Sango gets hold of the Witchblade and is asked by Ian Nottingham to get rid of Kenneth Irons.
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Cocktail Mix XIV

Sango walked through the museum. She was dressed in her slayer suit, but covered it up with a long black leather coat. She had followed Kagome through the well once Naraku had been destroyed. There was nothing left for her in the feudal era. Her brother, her father, her entire tribe was gone. She had nothing left. She asked Kagome if she could go with her to the future and Kagome of course couldn't deny her "sister" anything. Sango settled down very easily in the modern day Tokyo, but soon her restless spirit drove her to travel the world instead. She ended up in New York. She missed her Hiraikotsu from time to time, but she had found a better weapon instead. A small dagger that she always kept close. She was a warrior; she had not met her match yet. She had knocked out several men at once, and then using her little cell phone to call the police. She was gone before the police arrived at the scene. Sango giggled at the memory, the poor men, they had barked about an Amazon woman that was as lethal as the Ebola virus.

Now she was strolling through a museum that had a whole wing dedicated to Jeanne d'Arc, swords, armours, just about everything around that time period. She saw a very odd metallic glove and she looked at it with curiosity. "What kind of weapon or armour is this?" she asked her self but her thoughts were soon cut short when she heard yelling and then a shoot out started. Sango ducked on the floor and she saw a brown haired woman take cover next to her.

- Get out of here!! hissed the woman and Sango could see the badge hanging around her neck.

- Sorry missy, but I'm not moving from this spot, snarled Sango and bared her teeth just like a demon.

The woman grunted and got up. In the middle of all the shooting a lot of the glass cases broke and the police ducked again. The strange glove exploded into the air, surrounded by glass shards. Sango could see it float through the air towards the police woman but then it turned around and it looked like it was propelled by an unknown force towards Sango instead. Before she could do anything about it, Sango had the strange glove on her hand. It transformed as she looked at it and she screamed.

- GET IT OFF!!! GET IT OFF!!!!

Sango felt a wave of panic as the thing glued itself to her skin. She couldn't get it off. The shooting stopped for a few seconds and she got up to run outside. But before she could reach the door she heard a shot and the whole place exploded into a sea of flames.

"Man, what a fucking night."cursed Sango as her head was ready to burst with pain. For a moment she thought that she had a real hangover, but as the memories flooded her mind she knew that it was not the case. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself being inside a large room with huge paintings on the walls. "Ok, where the hell am I?" She got up from the couch she had been lying on and looked around more carefully. Every bit of her slayer intuition went online as she scanned her surroundings. She was in an unfamiliar place. She looked at her hand but the strange metallic glove was gone. Instead she had a very beautiful looking bracelet with a red stone. "Where did that come from?" She shook her head lightly to get her thoughts together and got up; she was not going to be caught off guard if she could help it. She stiffened when she heard the door open. Her next move put her in a defensive mode. Her fist rose to fight anybody who tried anything.

Sango saw a white haired man come into the room. He smiled and Sango shivered, this was a man with power. She was a bit surprised because his aura was similar to that of Sesshoumaru's. But Sesshoumaru was a demon; this was a human man, not a demon. But his charisma could chill her soul in an instant. She growled in the back of her throat.

- My dear little girl, you have no need to fear me, said the man as he smiled secretively.

- I'll be the fucking judge of that, snarled Sango.

- What is your name girl? asked the man.

- Hah, you think I am that stupid?

- You have a very odd accent, could it be that you are Asian?

- What's it to you? asked Sango as her upper lip curled in anger.

- You my young Asian flower are a wild card that I didn't have the power to foresee, I thought Sarah Pezzini was the chosen one, but clearly she wasn't. Why were you at the museum?

- Are you stupid or something jiji? Why do you go to museums?

- To look at old things perhaps?

- Dhaaa, there is your fucking answers. Now tell me - where the hell I am?

- My name is Kenneth Irons and you were found by an associate of mine. He brought you here when he realized that you wielded the Witchblade, said the man.

- The witch of what? Sango looked confused.

- The Witchblade, the little bracelet you are wearing right now. That is the Witchblade. It was meant for Sarah Pezzini, the police woman. But somehow you came in the way and now you are the wielder of the blade. But I can't help but wonder why. What about you are so special that the Witchblade choose you?

Sango looked at the silver bracelet around her right wrist and she frowned. This guy was seriously deranged. This thing around her arm was just some worthless piece of jewellery, nothing else.

- Jiji, get out of my way before I seriously harm your ugly face, said Sango and took a few steps forward.

- IAN!!

As soon as the white haired man called out the name a dark shadow appeared in the doorway.

- Little Asian flower - meet Ian, my associate, said the man before he disappeared out the door.

- Hey you fucking chicken fag!! COME BACK HERE!! shouted Sango as she watched Irons walk out the door.

- Your fight is with me, said the dark cloaked man.

- And you are? snorted Sango without wasting a closer look at the man.

- The name is Ian Nottingham and I was the one who dragged you out of the flames in the museum, said the man. He did not look at Sango; his eyes were glued to the floor in front of her feet. His hands were behind his back.

Sango growled again. This man was even more powerful than the one who had left the room. She could feel his life force flow around him like a tornado. And why the hell did he look at the floor?

- Look at me human!! she snarled and that earned her a curious look from the man.

- Why do you call me human when you are as human as me? asked the man.

At first Sango was at loss to what she was going to answer him then she regained her posture.

- I hade to say something to get your attention, she spat angrily.

- You have spirit, that must be why the Blade chose you and not the police woman, said Ian and his dark eyes drilled themselves into Sango's soul. - Would you please give me your name?

- Why should I?

- Because I want to know the name of the wielder of the Blade before I kill her, said Ian with sincerity.

- Like a human could have a chance against a taijya.

Sango smiled when she saw his face frown. He was unfamiliar with the word taijya. "That gives me something to work with." she thought and got into battle stance. She knew better than to underestimate her enemy. And this Ian was strong, she waited for his attack.

And he didn't fail her. He rushed forward in order to tackle her to the ground. But the only thing he got from her was a soft laugh and he felt a foot in his back and he tumbled to the ground, face forward. But he was soon up and turned towards her again. Ian saw the sparkle in her dark green eyes and he launched at her again. But again- again she dodged his attack and he could feel something hard connect with his neck. An elbow perhaps.

- My dear Ian-chan, you are too slow for a taijya like me. You are no match, send in your boss again so I can spank his pale ass and then get out of here, smiled Sango.

- I don't know what a ta-ajja are, said the dark man as he rose to his feet once again. Never had he been so easily defeated before and this woman was laughing at him.

- A taijya are a person who lives on exterminates parasite assholes like your boss, said Sango without explaining any further about demon slayers.

Ian's black eyes widened when she heard her foul talk. He saw her get into defensive stance once again. She was acting on his attack, therefore she could calculate his movements. Perhaps if he was to do the same? He nodded inwardly to his conclusion and followed her suit and backed away a few feet as if he was expecting her to attack. But it never came. He wanted to snarl like an animal and he looked at her with his heated glare but she still only smiled gently, as if she was looking at a child that thought he was doing something bad but didn't. Ian walked closer and raised his fists.

It was now the Witchblade choose its moment to show its true potential. Before Sango even knew what happened her right arm was covered in steel and on the upper side of her hand a small dagger appeared. "WOW!! What the hell is this?" she asked her self as she eyed the blade. Sure enough it was real, she could feel the coldness of the metal as it blended with her warmth of her skin. But as she waved the dagger in front of her she nodded in approval. A formidable weapon indeed. A confident smirk grazed her lips and she looked at the dark figure known as Ian. For the first time since she had laid her eyes on him, she let her self really look at him. He was very handsome. His dark brown hair curled itself a bit in his neck. His moustache and small beard made him look intimidating, not that it affected Sango in some way - uhu - no way. But still, he was a handsome fellow. His eyes were dark, almost black, but in some views they almost looked like they were light brown, like burnt sugar. Unconsciously she licked her lips, thinking thoughts that were not appropriate at this time.

Ian could feel a hot spear penetrate his stomach as he watched that little pink tip of her tongue graze her rosy red lips. It was almost like it put him in a trance. This was something that was un-chartered territory for him. His so called father Kenneth Irons never told him about this. With a muffled yelp he could feel his manhood grow hard. Oh, no….

"Oh yes…" thought Sango as she saw the bulge that grew under his black trousers. He was lusting after her. She couldn't help but smile, the men would never deny themselves. What would happen if she showed him some skin? Would his dick burst through his zippers? Not that she would explore that option. But what made her a bit confused was that he seemed surprised over his own reactions. "Don't tell me that he never had experienced sex or something in the neighbourhood?" she thought as she cut the air in front of her with the odd weapon that she now wielded.

- Come on!!she coaxed and tired to get him to attack her again. For a few seconds she felt something that could easily could be described as blood lust. But as she soon as she felt it she pushed it away. She wasn't a soulless demon that craved human blood, although she could imagine a drop or two from this man.

- Tell me your name girl, asked Ian with his dark, rich voice as he held back. He could clearly see why the blade had chosen a new wielder. His master was right, she was a wild card. But the way she used the Blade told him that she was used to swordsmanship. She had fought with a sword before, and often. Her looks and accent were Asian, perhaps she was trained in Asian marshal arts, and they sometimes used swords.

- My name is of no importance to you Ian-chan, said Sango with a light smile. - I am just a nobody and trust me when I say this - you can not trace my place of birth even if you had my name. So just fight me so I can defeat you and get out of this… this… where the hell I might be!!

- I am not comfortable with fighting a woman, said Ian truthfully.

- Don't be fooled by my tits Ian-chan, I am a better fighter than any man or demon out there, said Sango.

"Demon? Is she serious?"Ian's dark brows rose as he thought about what she just had said.

But before Ian could attack again, the doors flew open and Kenneth Irons entered the stage once again. Sango didn't waste her opportunity. As soon as she was sure she could escape she knocked down the multi billionaire and rushed out from the secluded room.

- IAN!!Get her back!! I know who she is; she is the last of the demon slayers. How she ever made it here is a riddle, but I want her Ian. I WANT HER!!

Ian jumped over his employer and followed the young woman down the hall. He saw her jump over the edge of the stair case and he took a deep breath. But when he came to the spot where she had jumped he could see her run out the front doors of Vorshlag's industries. "Man, she is more than a slayer, she is a fucking Olympic gymnastic." He thought and ran down the stairs. He didn't dare to repeat her death defying act. But as soon as he came out of the enormous building she was gone. He growled in the back of his throat and went back inside. The girl and the Witchblade were gone.

Kenneth Irons was howling in agony as Ian told him that the girl was gone. Irons' eyes blazed with anger towards his young minion and then he struck Ian right over the face.

- You imbecile, you let her get away. Do you have any idea of you have done Ian? snarled Kenneth Irons as he saw the young woman fold away right in front of him.

- I let the woman with the Witchblade get away?

- No Ian, that is not all of it. You let away the last of the taijyas slip through your fingers as well.

- I don't understand Father.

- While she was here with you I tried to process everything she said to you into my computer and what it came up with was - she is the last of the demon slayers from Japan. But they were thought to have been slaughtered during Japan's feudal era, but still - here is a woman, claiming she is a taijya. And by the looks of it, she is using an ancient technique of fighting. No wonder the Blade choose her and not Sarah Pezzini. I want her Ian. I don't care how you do it, I want her.

Ian nodded and then bowed and disappeared out the room, thinking about disappearing forever from Kenneth Irons and his deranged plans.

Sango never went far away from the Vorshlag's building. That thing was still clinging around her arm, it didn't seem that it wanted to give up its hold of her soon.
"This is getting to be very creepy." thought Sango as she took a closer look at the metal glove that covered her lower right arm and hand. "It feels wrong, you know that don't you Glove." Sango flickered her eyes when she realized that she was trying to mentally talk to the glove.

- I'm going crazy, that's it - I'm going crazy, she growled but inhaled sharply as the glove disappeared in front of her very eyes and turned into that elegant bracelet again.

She didn't notice the dark shadow that appeared behind her.

Ian saw her bewildered look as the Witchblade turned to be the bracelet again. He could also see the disgusted look on her face. She didn't want it. She hadn't asked for it and she certainly didn't ask to be a puppy slave to Kenneth Irons. Perhaps this was the person he would make peace with and try to be an ally with? Perhaps she was the thing that he needed to defeat his so called Father? He cleared his throat and saw her turn around on her heels to face him. She immediately got into a fighting stance again. Ian held up his hands in a yielding gesture.

- Young woman, I do not seek to harm you. Not this time. Now we are out of earshot of Irons. Now I may act freely if I may?

- Don't ask me for permission how to act boy! prompted Sango but lowered her fists.

Ian kneeled in front of her. His head bowed, to show her respect.

Sango backed a few steps when she saw the kneeling man in front of her. Ok, so this did her skin crawl. First he was trying to make her black and blue, perhaps even kill her. Now he was kneeling in front of her, showing his weak spots. Yep, this was creepy indeed.

- Hey Ian-san, get up before you creep me out, said Sango with a low voice.

- Why do you call me Ian-chan and Ian-san? asked Ian confused.

- Ehhh, well… Ian-chan means… roughly Little Ian, said Sango with a somewhat stupid smile. - And Ian-san, I think you could translate it as Mr. Ian.

- Little Ian?

Sango giggled nervously but nodded.

Ian fell into her soft laugh. That was quite humorous since he was about a head and a half taller than her. And it was a bit funny that she actually had managed to defeat him very easily. She was a skilled warrior and once again he could understand why the Witchblade had chose her to be its new owner.

- May I know your name Taaaaijya? Ian tried to pronounce the Japanese word for slayer with out sounding to corny.

- Sango, my name is Sango.

- Lady Sango, I am pleased to meet you, said Ian again and bowed.

- Stop with the bowing-thing, I am not of noble or of demon birth, said Sango and blushed lightly.

- You are the Wielder of the Blade, Lady Sango, said Ian without moving an inch from his position.

- So???

- That makes you very noble.

- Stop it, just stop it Ian-san, this is getting creepy again! spat Sango and took a few steps back.

- I am sorry… miss Sango.

- Sango, just Sango, no miss or anything, just Sango!!

- Sango?

- Yes, that is my name. Use it or else!!

Ian chuckled a bit and rose to his feet. The little woman in front of him was sure a worthy opponent, but right now he didn't want to fight her, he wanted an allegiance. And if she would agree to join with him, then Kenneth Irons would only be a name in the papers. Ian wondered how he would approach the matter with Sango, but she solved the dilemma for him.

- If you are not here to fight me or take me back to that slimy creep Irons, then why are you here? asked Sango.

- I need your help to get free Lady Sango, said Ian without hesitation. - I think you might be the only one that can help me Lady Sango. You have beside the Blade - power that Irons have not expected - your spirit. You do not bow to anyone do you Sango?

Sango looked at the dark cloaked man with a frown evident on her forehead.

- Not unless they beat me, said Sango truthfully. - Or have earned my respect.

- How many have done that in the past Lady Sango?

Sango thought back.

- Four people I think, first, my father, then Kagome-chan, Kaede-sama and then Sesshoumaru-sama.

- I get your father, but who are the others? asked Ian with curiosity.

- Kagome-chan is from this era, began Sango and told Ian about Kagome's strange journey between the two different times, and how they collected the jewel shards of Shikon.

- So Lady Kaede was a priestess as well, have I understood your story correctly? asked Ian.

- Yes, that is correct Ian-san, said Sango.

- Then who is this Sesshoumaru-sama you speak of?

- He is a demon lord, he still exist today. He found both me and Kagome once we travelled through the well the last time. He was waiting for us on the other side. He is the one that helped me get a identity in this era. He helped me to adapt as well as Kagome-chan, said Sango.

- Why do you call your friend Little Kagome? asked Ian.

Sango smiled and patted his head with her left hand.

- That honorific is also used between girls, when you talk to a younger child or if you are intimately involved with somebody. Kagome is very close to me, almost like a sister. If you and I would have a younger person here, perhaps a girl, I would honorific her with -chan as well, said Sango.

- So, you could have spoken to me intimately? As between lovers? asked Ian.

Sango knew that she was blushing but nodded, she was not a person known to lie.

- I could have, but I didn't. It was meant to taunt you with, said Sango truthfully.

- Too bad I didn't get it at first; perhaps it would have gotten to me, smiled Ian.

Sango wanted to gasp when she saw his smile. The man was downright gorgeous when he smiled. "Danger, danger!!" shouted her mind as she was transfixed on his smile.

- So what do you think Lady Sango? Will you help me get rid of Kenneth Irons? asked Ian.

- Why not, it has been a while since I fought against evil men or demons, smirked Sango and straightened her back, hoping that he hadn't noticed her checking him out.

- Then come with me. I have a place that Irons have no knowledge about. We can hide there until we have found a way to defeat him, said Ian.

- He is just a man, why is it so hard to get rid of him? asked Sango.

- He is strong, both physical and mentally, therefore I have not been able to rid myself of him.

Ian took Sango to what it looked to be an abandon warehouse. But once inside, Sango had to re-evaluate the storage. Ian had created a flat compatible to that of a luxurious top flat in one of New York's most respected areas. With the help of book cases he had arranged the large open space into smaller ones. And every book case was filled with books.

- Have you read them? asked Sango as she looked around in awe.

- Yes, each and every one of them, said Ian as he headed over to the kitchen area. - Want something to drink?

- Yes, tea please, said Sango and settled down on one of the chairs next to the table.

- So you are the last one of the slayers?

Sango nodded and looked at Ian. He had removed his cape and the polo he wore showed off a nicely built upper body. Sango could imagine that the rest of him was just as breath taking. She knew he was strong and possessed great skills in fighting, but why couldn't he take down Irons by himself? As if he read her thoughts he answered her.

- He is the one that brought me up into this world Lady Sango, he is the closest to a father I ever had. Therefore I can not kill him. Attack him I can, but not kill him. That is what I am asking of you, to help me be free from his bounds.

- I understand and I will do this for you, said Sango and nodded in consent.

It felt good to see the relief wash of his face and Sango felt strangely warm inside. She smiled nervously and looked away. The heat in his dark brown eyes made her soul tremble like a leaf in the autumn wind.

Ian saw the quick display of emotions cross her face and he was curious about it. He looked at her and knew that he wanted her. She was very beautiful young woman. Around twenty five years of age he guessed. Her long black hair was braided to keep it out of her face, but he couldn't wait to see it flow freely. Her eyes were dark, but he knew they were dark green in colour. The way she moved, the way she fought told him that she was both strong and powerful. He had suffered under the emotion of being defeated by her, but now it didn't matter anymore. They were allies, they had no need to fight each other anymore. Now when she had removed that long black leather cloak she wore, made him see more of her body than was healthy for him. That black tight suit that seemed to lick her body gave him the foretaste of what he would find underneath it. The material looked like nothing he ever had seen before.

- Nice outfit, he coughed as he turned around to watch the stove.

- It's my slayer suit. It's made from the skin of a lizard youkai, said Sango. - It is resistant to fire, poison, acid and to some degree even cold.

- Jokaj?

- Youkai, demon in Japanese, smiled Sango.

- Oh, I understand. I am learning more and more from you every minute that goes by, said Ian without looking at her.

Sango smiled and looked down and wondered if he was an easy prey for femininity like the rest of the mankind, then she remembered that he had gotten a hard on while they were fighting. "He is… so he is." she thought and blushed lightly. She could only dream of making love with a man. She came close once. He had liked her in the slayer suit, but once he saw her body he was disgusted. Her battle scars was hideous, he told her. That made Sango make up her mind. She wouldn't come close to a man ever again.

Ian noticed the change in his guest's mood and it was mood that turned towards sorrow. He didn't like it. No, a woman like Sango was not suited for sorrow. He wanted to know what it was that made her so sad so he could help her.

- Lady Sango, what is troubling you?

- N-nothing, just bad memories, mumbled Sango and took the cup that he held out to her.

- I will listen if you want to talk about it, said Ian.

- N-no, it's nothing.

- You looked very sad, that must mean that it was something that bothered you?

- It's none of your business Nottingham!! snarled Sango viciously, but she regretted her harsh words the second later and she shook her head. - I'm sorry Ian-san, but really, it's nothing. Just bad memories, nothing that ever will happen again.

- What will not happen again? asked Ian and sat down next to her at the table.

- Me getting involved with a man again, said Sango truthfully as she sipped the tea.

- Why not? Have you been raped or anything?

The blunt question made Ian bite his lip, that was not a very good question now was it? But Sango only laughed softly and shook her head.

- No, trust me Ian-san, I don't think a man could ever be able to do such a gruesome crime against me.

- Of course not, you are too strong for them. But what happened? Please tell me Lady Sango.

- If they ever could come close enough to get me on my back and naked, a rapist would still back away from me, said Sango with an angry voice. - You see Ian-san; I am covered in scars from my battles with demons. And I have a very prominent one on my back that my beloved brother gave me when he was possessed by Naraku.

He could hear Sango hold back her emotions as she spoke, but he could feel them ripple the air between them. She was hurt and he could feel it in his soul even. He saw her take a breath and continue.

- So I have a pretty face, I have a sexy body, but once they see some skin, they disappear in two seconds flat. Ha!! I am using false commercials you know Ian-san. I maybe look good to you like this, but once we get to bed you will back off with disgust, said Sango as she gulped down the rest of the tea.

"I doubt that."thought Ian as he walked over to his little bar and filled two glasses with whisky. As he filled the glasses with ice he tried to imagine how she would like naked and covered in scars and he be damned but he grew hard just thinking about it. He cursed inwardly and willed his unwilling erection away, glad that Irons' teaching was good for something.

- Do you want a glass of whisky Lady Sango? he asked as he turned around.

- Sure, perhaps I could drown my scars, snorted Sango with a hint of humour in her dark green eyes.

They looked at each other over the glasses and Sango could see something heated in his eyes. Something she was not sure that she could identify. She sipped some whisky and the strong drink burned her throat.

- Ehh, so Ian-chan, do you have anybody special you care about? asked Sango in her tries to get her thoughts away from what it would be like to be with him.

- I do know, said Ian with sincerity. - You are that special someone Sango-chan.

If it was possible then Sango made a perfect imitation of a tomato. Her face flared up and she could feel herself grow hot. She mumbled out an excuse and took her glass and walked away from the kitchen area and towards his "library." She took great interest in his books, or it was that she wanted to give the impression of.

- Lady Sango?

- So, you have read all these books? she asked, ignoring his questioning tone.

- Lady Sango, I speak the truth. If I want a special someone to share my life with, it would be you, said Ian and grabbed her wrist and turned her around to make her look at him.

- No, you don't want to be with me, she said without looking at him.

- I may not have seen you naked Lady Sango, but it wouldn't matter to me. I want to be with you.

- They all say that…, whispered Sango defeated.

- I am not like them, said Ian and closed the space between them. His hands cupped her face, tilting her face until she was forced to look into his eyes. - I am not like them.

Sango wanted to curse when she felt tears well up in her eyes. And when they burst their dams he was there to wipe them away. She heard him repeat his words once again. The moment later he kissed her. Gods, his kiss made her drop every defence there was and she let the glass in her hand fall to the floor to be crushed into a thousand pieces. Her arms went around his neck and she heaved herself up on her toes so they were at the same height. His tongue licked her lower lip and she opened up for him, letting him dwell inside her mouth. She made a dark sound and pushed her body close to his.

Ian moaned and hugged her tight. His hands moved lower, his fingers tracing her spine down to her lower back. Her mind said that she wouldn't get involved with a man again, but her body spoke another language. He could feel the heat radiate through the odd material of her suit. Her lips demanded his immediate response and she got it. He moved them gently towards his sleeping area; he was close to take her right there against the book shelf. Her fingers began ripping his black shirt and when he felt her hands on his chest he couldn't hold back a raspy sound of lust. And when he reached the end of his bed her mouth had moved from his lips to his throat, licking and kissing him passionately. Ian was about to explode when she licked his right nipple before biting down hard. But the pain only fed more fire to his raging body. He found the odd buttons on her suit and proceeded with undressing her as well.

Sango absently noticed that her strange bracelet began to glow as she felt her body built up the arousal and lust for Ian. But as he removed her suit and peeled it away from her body she couldn't care less what that devil bracelet was doing during the meantime. The only thing that meant something now was Ian and her. She heard him grunt impatiently and she pulled away from his delicious chest. She saw a frustrated frown on his face and she looked down on her body. Her chest bindings, she smiled and found her dagger in her discarded suit and put the tip of the cold steel against her chest. With a slow movement she cut through the bindings to free her breasts.

Ian licked his lips as her breast came into view. Those luscious mounds belonged to him, he claimed them right away. His mouth latched onto her left one, licking it, suckling it and then he bit down, repaying her for what she did to him. The scars that had scared away other men, was something that aroused him instead. Just seeing them made him hard. Seeing her fight, that made him hot. She was gorgeous when she fought, and she fought with an ease, such grace that it was almost like she was dancing ballet.

Sango saw him eye her upper body, but the repulsive look never came. Instead he licked and kissed each and every one of her scars that he could lay his eyes upon. His hands went down her ribcage down to her waist as he continued to worship her body with his mouth. Her hands went to his head and she pushed him closer as he licked her belly button. This man was unbelievable; he made her feel like she had burning lava instead of blood inside her veins. Sango closed her eyes as he licked his way down over her womb until her reached her womanhood. She put her right foot up on the bed and thus granted him access to her dark cave.

Ian saw her trimmed slit and he growled as his mouth watered. And when she parted her legs, giving him permission to taste her, he wasn't going to let the opportunity go pass him. He put his lips on top of her venus mound and then he parted her folds with his fingers. He could see cream coloured drops of her honey seeping out from her flower and he put his tongue on a drop and took it into his mouth. Her bitter love tasted better than anything he had ever tasted before. He pushed his tongue into her tight passage to get more of those tasteful drops and he could hear her call out his name. He looked up and saw her throw her head back as he devoured her sweet flower. Her fingers got a feisty hold on his hair, almost pulling it out from his scalp. As he continued to lick her slit, he freed his erection from its imprisonment and began to pump himself. He found her clit and suckled it just like he had suckled her breasts. And when he scraped his teeth against it she released her womanly fluids right into his mouth and he lapped up every drop of it.

- Ian, she breathed harshly as she came down from her peak. Her legs was shaking, her entire body was shaking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

- My Sango, said Ian as he pulled his face away from the apex of her thighs.

- That… that was wonderful, she said with flushed face.

- Mmm, I liked it as well my beautiful Sango.

Sango saw him continue to stroke his erection and she blushed but she couldn't tear her eyes away from it. A soft chuckle could be heard and he took her hands and placed it on his shaft. The pulsating warmth spread into her body and she let her curiosity guide her actions. Her fingers traced the blood filled veins before she let them close around the silky steel. She mimicked his actions and began to pump him gently.

- Jessssusss, he groaned and closed his eyes.

- You like it Ian? She asked as her eyes locked with his.

- You bet I do Sango, whispered Ian and pushed his hips against her pumping hands.

- I want more.

- Lie down on the bed, he instructed and felt the loss of her hands.

Sango kneeled on the edge of the bed and she pushed her behind up. She wiggled her ass before she felt his hands on her hips and then she was filled to the brim with his manhood. Her back arched as he drew back his girth before he plunged back into her warmth. He created the friction needed for her to find her release again, but he was going to slow. At first she was content with him moving in that gentle pace but as the bubble of need began to grow inside her womb she urged him to go faster and harder. She wanted to explode in stars once again.

Ian thought that he had died and gone straight to porno heaven when she wiggled her behind in front of him. But before he could contemplate if he was alive or dead he pushed inside her body. Her tight passage gripped his shaft, milking him for his seed the moment he entered her. Her inner walls massaged his flesh with their satin movements and he grunted out her name. He could feel her impatience but he wanted this to last as long as possible. But when she begged him to take her harder he lost it and gripped her hips tighter and began pounding hard into her lithe little body. The almost star shaped scar between her shoulder blades was very prominent, and he felt a wave of sadness when he remembered how she got it, from her possessed brother. But it didn't make her any less desirable; in fact, the scars on her body told him that she was a woman who would fight for what she thought was right, for what was hers.

- Iaaaaan….

Sango screamed his name as she tipped over the edge of pleasure. He could feel her womanhood take hold of his shaft and it hold him in a vice like grip, refusing to let go unless he spilled his juices inside her womb. And he couldn't deny her anything, he let go of his iron will to hold back his orgasm and he filled her with his cum.

Sango fell forward onto the bed and she took Ian with her, placing him on top of her body. For a few seconds they were connected on every plane that was possible. He was hers and she was his. What ever the gods had thought about when the placed Sango in that museum that day didn't matter any more. Ian moved them so they lay on their sides, he was still buried deep within her body and she wished she could purr like a cat right now. It felt good.

They were silent but before they went to sleep they decided that tomorrow was going to be Kenneth Irons last day on earth. Ian had to be free if they were going to be together.

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Ian had a steady grip around Sango's hand as they walked into Kenneth Irons' office. This was the moment; this was the moment where Ian would gain his freedom. But as the two walked into the office they could feel that something was off, something was not right. They looked around the huge room but Irons where nowhere to be found. Ian's eyes were drawn towards a pile of ashes in front of one of the windows. Before Sango could say anything, Ian pulled her with him and they went out from the office.

- What was that all about? asked Sango as soon as they came outside.

- He is already dead Sango, said Ian and smiled happily.

- Huh? How do you know?

- This, said Ian and put her right hand into the air and revealed the Witchblade. - The Blade took care of him. Irons once tried on the Witchblade. It burnt him but it gave him a connection with it. But now it seems like the connection was the thing that got him killed. The pile of ashes in the room - that was Irons. The love we share was something he couldn't handle.

Sango's eyes widened but Ian nodded. Then Sango smiled and gave up a howling scream towards the sky before she threw herself at Ian, who easily caught her and they turned around in a happy dance.

- Sooooo Ian-chan, what do you want to do now? asked Sango huskily as she licked his left ear.

- Mmm, I have one or two things we might do, purred Ian and kissed the last of the taijyas.

Sango mewled in consent to that. She knew some naughty things they could do until the grew tired and fell asleep.

The Witchblade was happy as well. She had found a very suitable wielder. A woman who was not afraid to fight for what was hers.

THE END!!

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So how was that?
This is a story that could be more than it is - so if you want to - go ahead and make it bigger, longer.
You have my blessing.. *lol*

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