InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ hurt ( Chapter 4 )

A huge shout of thanks to Teensie (my beta) for making my smut legible. She always seemed to know what my depraved side wanted to say and she keeps drawing more of it out of my prude little fingers. And it seems as if my porn without plot is slowing growing a plot within my mind. Oh dear...

Also much thanks for all the reviews and support this story has gained. Even if you haven't reviewed, thank you for taking the time to read.

WARNING: This chapter contains cunnilingus.

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Kagome opened her eyes to an empty room. Unfettered, she groaned as moving at all seemed to send stabbing aches of pain racing through her. Her entire body hurt like it never had before. Gingerly rolling onto her back, she raised her head and looked around her for the first time.

She was in a bedroom, sparsely decorated in both decor and furniture. Besides the overly large futon she lay upon, only the chair she'd first seen Sesshoumaru sitting in, the table he'd sat at before, and something that was probably a wardrobe sitting near the entrance to the room filled the massive space of it. A large painting showing a dog demon in his true form standing proudly before a wasteland of bloodied remains hung on one wall, dominating it entirely. The other was reigned by the large fireplace she'd heard before. There were no windows to the outside world visible to her.

Sitting up, Kagome noted the thick, plush rugs that covered the floor. Those were what I had knelt upon as Sesshoumaru took my virginity, she thought. Then her eyes alighted upon a wooden tub, steam wafting up from the heated waters inside. Instinctively she knew the water was for her to bathe in. Struggling to her feet, the pain making it hard for her to walk with ease, she made her way over to the tub and greedily sunk into the waters.

The heat immediately assuaged some of her aches and she sighed to herself. Laying over the rim of the tub was a washcloth. Taking it in hand, she rubbed the cloth over her breasts, remembering Sesshoumaru's touch upon them. Her hand moved lower, rinsing the memories of his fingers splayed across her stomach away. He had said she was ripe, she remembered. Ripe as in available to bear children?

Shuddering at the memories that thought arose, Kagome slowly moved the cloth down to clean between her legs. She winced as touching herself brought more discomfort. She didn't remember her friends remarking upon the pain they felt after having sex for the first time, but she hadn't really been paying attention and she doubted they'd been taken by someone like... Her mind faltered as it went to think his name, but her lips would not deny it. “Sesshoumaru.”

Pulling the wet cloth back up, she grimaced when she saw a small stain of her own blood on it. Blood was something she was used to seeing. She'd seen acres of it during her travels across Japan looking for the Shikon shards and for Naraku. Something she hadn't seen often, though, was her own and the sight of it made her stomach churn.

Her mind conjured up images she didn't want to remember and Kagome dunked her head underneath the water, holding her breath for as long as possible and trying to force her mind to be rid of those erotic images. When she surfaced, her body stiffened as she realized she was no longer alone.

Kagome's hands covered her breasts as she turned to confront the intruder and her heart stilled when she saw Sesshoumaru standing but a few feet away from her. He was dressed this time, in the kimono she knew so well, but his armor was absent still. His eyes, cold and unreadable, regarded her silently. Then his clawed hand lifted, gesturing towards the table. Kagome's eyes followed his hand and saw a platter of food sitting on the table, awaiting her. Slowly, her eyes moved back to him. “Thank you,” she whispered, unsure of what to say. She just wanted him to stop looking at her. His gaze was so intense, making her skin crawl with a mixture of distress and excitement.

He made no motion to let her know he heard her. Instead he stayed where he was, staring at her. Kagome turned back around, sinking further into the water as if that would keep him from seeing her. Kagome bit her lip as she finished washing herself, wishing she had at the very least some soap. Knowing there was nothing else she could do for herself and knowing Sesshoumaru wouldn't just go away like she wished he would, she looked for something to wrap herself in and was greeted by Sesshoumaru, standing closer than he had been before, holding a large towel in his hands. His eyes were still unreadable, but Kagome knew he would not relinquish his hold upon the towel to let her wrap herself in it.

Standing, she covered her body with her hands as best as she could as she stepped out of the tub. The aches from before had lessened somewhat, thankfully, but still she cringed.

Stepping towards Sesshoumaru, her body shaking from both the cool air and fright, she tentatively turned her back to him, extending her arms. His arms and the towel wrapped around her. Then he drew her back against him. Kagome gasped as she stumbled backwards and collided with his firm body. “Still so virginal, miko?” he asked, reminding her of their first time together.

Placing her own hands upon the towel, Kagome refused to look at him, knowing she was blushing furiously. Thankful to have something covering her this time, she stepped away from him and he let her go. Still not looking at him, she moved slowly around his still form. He stayed where he was, his eyes following her as she made her way to the table. There was only one chair, the one he'd been sitting in, and Kagome reluctantly took it, trying to keep as little of herself from touching it as possible. It hurt to sit.

The platter before her held a simple fare; a bowl of rice, a plate of smoked fish, and another bowl that looked to be a mixture of fruit. Conscious of the daiyoukai watching her, she ate slowly, trying to bide her time. There was a glass of water, as well, and she drank it almost greedily, her body dying for nutrients and liquids. When the food was gone, she set aside the chop sticks and then stilled.

Sesshoumaru was behind her. He hadn't moved the entire time she'd been eating and she could feel his eyes boring into her back. She wanted to confront him, to ask him what was to happen to her next, but, then again, she didn't.

Sighing silently to herself, knowing there was no escape, she rose, turning to face him as she did. Keeping her head lowered because she didn't think she could bear to look at him, she clenched her hands into fists against the towel. “What now?” she asked, not offering him the respect she knew he wanted from her.

When no answer came from her inquiry, she slowly raised her head and gasped at the heat readable in his eyes. He took one step towards her. “Remove the towel.”

Kagome shook her head 'no', not wanting to relinquish the only covering she had. If she removed the towel, she knew that he would touch her and her was body screaming for it to be left alone to heal and recuperate.

At her denial of his request, one brow rose. “You refuse, miko?”

“Yes,” she breathed, praying he wouldn't react with violence against her.

She was surprised when a low chuckle sounded from him. She'd never heard him laugh, in any way, in all the years she'd had interaction with him before and the sound was still something her mind was having trouble adapting to. “So bold.”

Suddenly he was before her, moving so fast her eyes could not follow. His hand was upon the towel wrapped around her, ripping it away. She tried in vain to reach for it, but the towel was gone, out of her reach, before she could even raise her hands for it. Then she was standing there, naked before him once more. Only this time there was no collar and there were no restraints to keep her from covering herself. Her hands automatically rose to shield herself from him and his eyes hardened. “Do not hide yourself from me, miko,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. “You are mine.”

“I'll never be yours,” she argued back to him, her spine stiffening as her pride took root.

He smirked at her declaration and Kagome felt her ire raising once more. She fought it back, knowing her temper would get her nowhere in this situation. Then his hands were upon her own, moving her away from her body with ease. He was so strong; much stronger than she. The resistance she offered was nothing to him.

His eyes raked down her form. Her skin was still flushed from the warm water and the scrubbing she'd done. His gaze settled upon her abdomen. “You are already mine,” he said, his tone indicating that he knew something she did not.

“You may have taken my body,” Kagome said defiantly. “But you will never have me.”

He moved closer and she could feel the heat of him. Her mind swam with the memories of his naked flesh pressed against her and Kagome could feel her body reacting. Her legs pressed together as a familiar wetness began to form. “Your body,” he replied as his hand settled upon her shoulder and began moving slowly down her arm, his claws lightly scraping her. “Is enough. For now.”

Kagome shuddered as the implication of his words was filtered by her mind. He was right. Her body was his. She'd screamed that dozens of times while he'd mastered her. When had she lost control over herself?

His hand reached hers and lifted it, placing it against his chest and over his heart, while his other hand placed itself against her side. She could feel his heart beating underneath her palm, strong and steady. Her eyes stayed trained on her hand, not wanting to look elsewhere. “You are sore,” he said, his voice low, caressing over her skin. “You are hurting.”

Feeling her face burning with a blush as her mind recalled why, exactly, she was hurting and of her response to his attentions, Kagome remained silent. She knew Sesshoumaru was aware of her responses to him, to his words. He could smell the blossoming arousal between her legs and hear the blood rushing through her veins. Knowing he was waiting and would continue to do so until she answered, she nodded her head yes.

Suddenly the table was pressing against the back of her thighs. She hadn't even known he was moving her until then. His arm wrapped around her, holding her still, as his other swiped out, knocking the platter and the empty bowls and plate aside. The action caused a loud crash that hurt even her ears and she automatically looked up to the daiyoukai to see his reaction. His face was impassive, his eyes seemed filled with a fire all their own as they stared down at her. Before she could even react to the heat of his gaze, he was leaning her backwards, laying her down upon the table. With his body pressed against her, her legs remained open just as her back touched the table. “I will help you,” he said simply as his lips descended taking one of her suddenly aching nipples into his mouth.

She sucked in a large gasp of air as he suckled her strongly. Kagome could feel his fangs against her flesh and her hands rose to tangle themselves within his silver tresses before she knew what they were about. Her eyes were drawn down to study him as he moved against her. His were closed, giving her a greater view of the magenta stripes that adorned his eyelids, which only brought more into focus his other markings of heritage. He released her nipple with an audible pop, glancing at her briefly, his golden gaze searing her, before devouring her other tit.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, fighting against holding him where he was and pulling him away. He seemed to pay no attention to her hands' actions as his lips played across her body. Sesshoumaru gripped her hips, holding them still. Kagome was not even aware that they were bucking against him in carnal need.

Slowly, his lips relinquished her breasts and began trailing down her body towards the juncture of her thighs. She felt his warm breath move across her while his tongue trailed across and around her thighs purposely not touching her there. The ache built up within her where she was so needing yet so sore. She moaned aloud, the sound seeming to echo around her. Then his mouth closed around her clit and all thought was lost as her mind shut down. He wasn't gentle when he sucked upon it heavily, making her inhale sharply as her body tensed with bliss.

His tongue, long and rough, immersed into her folds, leaving a throbbing fire of pleasure behind that rivaled that of her pain. Kagome inhaled sharply as his mouth worked against her pussy; sometimes seeming to give soft caresses and at others pressing hard against her swollen cunt. When his head dipped lower, tongue running from her puckered hole to her clit, Kagome couldn't hold back the sound desperate for release in her throat. Her hands, tightly gripping his hair, pulled at him, demanding his attention even more. He chuckled against her flesh, the feeling vibrating through her, increasing the wetness seeping from between her thighs. “So eager,” he breathed, the feeling of his warm breath as heating as the movement of his mouth against her. “Relax, miko,” he continued, blowing on her heated center with purpose. “This Sesshoumaru shall see you brought to satisfaction.”

Kagome could not contain her whimper, her plea for more, when his mouth settled possessively on her clit again. His hands, still holding her hips, massaged against her gently as his tongue and lips continued to move. “Oh,” she breathed as wonder filled her at his touch. Her legs splayed open wider, giving him greater access to her body.

Then Sesshoumaru pulled back and Kagome, wondering at the loss of his mouth upon her, looked down at him. He seemed to be leering at her and knowing he was watching her made a fresh wave of juices flush out from between her swollen lips. Then his nose dipped and she could see him inhaling her scent. His eyes looked up to hers as he did, locking her in their golden trance. “You are so hot,” he said, his nose breathing in her scent once more. “So heated. This Sesshoumaru demands more.”

He delved his tongue between her lips, piercing sharply into her hole, making her fight for breath. As his tongue swept across her asshole to the tip of her clit, Kagome thought she'd lose all consciousness. She heard him speaking and had to deliberately force herself to listen. "Who brings you pleasure, miko?"

It took her time to register his words. Kagome found it difficult to respond, her tongue seeming to have swelled in her mouth. “Y...y...you." She felt her lips quiver while her body shook.

“And who am I?” His gruff voice required total submission.

He wouldn't let her forget who was making her cry out, who was making her body shake with desire. “Sesshoumaru,” she rasped breathlessly, clenching her teeth as the all too familiar tightening began. Her body was so sore, so used. And yet she couldn't help but want more, leaving her to wonder how she was going to handle it all.

The burn continued to build as his mouth moved relentlessly over her pussy. The grip of his hands on her hips tightened as the pressure built and her body began making its own demands upon him. His name became her mantra and Sesshoumaru took it as victory. Each time she whispered his name he pushed his stiff tongue deeply inside of her. “I...I can't....,” she finally moaned, her voice dying out with a swipe of his tongue against her clit followed by a cool breath of air.

“You cannot what, miko?” he asked before suckling heavily on her clit once more.

“I....I can't take this.”

“You can and you will!"

Her eyes, already closed, clamped even harder shut. Her breaths were ragged, her chest heaving with its need for intake. Her hands were no longer under her control as they held his silver tresses tightly in her grasp, making sure he would not leave her wanting. She moaned, loud and long. “That....,” she began, her voice dying as a wave of pleasure overtook her.. “That feels so goooooodd.”

He did not respond to her; his mouth working the flesh with a tongue so skilled Kagome knew not what he was about. Her body was tensing, readying itself for its release. “I...I...”

She never finished her words as her body suddenly released, arching away from the hard surface of the table beneath her, wetness seeming to gush from between her thighs into his open mouth. He lapped at her like starved man. His ravenous tongue continued to work against her, making her body twist sharply. His grip on her tightened as her hips surged forward with a strength she didn't know she had. “I need.....,” she cried out. “I need....”

Her voice died again as his tongue lapped against her ass once more. She stiffened, feeling him probing her there where she'd never thought to feel physical enjoyment before but had, several times over. She still hurt and was grateful when his mouth moved back to her clit. “What do you need, miko?” he asked against her.

She released a sigh of pleasure, the aftereffects of her orgasm seeping into her body's muscles and relaxing her mind and tongue. What did she need? She needed to feel what she'd felt before; letting her body scream its passion out, gripped firmly in the hands of desire. Kagome needed to stretched and pounded into to the point of breaking. She didn't care for anything else. She needed...him. His touch.

“You,” her lips breathed softly in complete and utter abandonment. Nothing else mattered, not her pain, not her pride. Nothing.

“Then you shall have me,” he said positioning himself at her entrance, right before the tip of his nose touched hers.

His silver hair spilled around them, brushing against her as it hid all else but him from her view. His eyes were carrying an intensity of urgent lust as they stared into her. His large girth was bearing down. The ache she'd felt upon waking seemed long gone as her body embraced him. Kagome whimpered at the feeling of being opened and filled. Her hands settled upon his shoulders, clutching at him almost desperately.

She moaned aloud again, turning her head into the silken mass of his hair. “Look at me, bitch!” he ordered, his voice hard and menacing. Kagome's head snapped back forward, her eyes locking with his. “You will keep your eyes on this Sesshoumaru. And only this Sesshoumaru.”

Kagome nodded her head, strangely turned on even more by his dominance. Never had she liked being spoken to like this, but with him, with Sesshoumaru, a side of her she hadn't known existed, her carnal self, emerged. She relished in it. “Do you like that?” she hazily heard him asking as he slowly shoved himself to the hilt within her.

“Yes,” she hissed. Satisfied, he slowly pulled his cock out of her. Then forced it right back in. “Oh, yes,” Kagome purred.

“Can you feel this Sesshoumaru within you?”

Kagome nodded her head in answer. Her eyes still locked with his, her mind entirely focused on what he was doing to her, she lifted her legs and secured them firmly around his slender hips, bringing him more into her. “Don't stop,” she pleaded, her body straining towards another climax already.

She'd never known sex could be like this and she'd never pictured it with this youkai. Never. In all her youthful dreams another had been in his place, but, for some reason, the daiyoukai pleasuring her so fully seemed so right then. She knew she was ruined for all others.

Sesshoumaru jerked his hips then, drilling his cock sharply into her sore vagina and making her gasp from the intrusion. He stilled within her. Worry she hadn't thought to hear coated his tone. “Does it pain you, miko?” he asked, the tenseness of his voice letting her know he was holding back on his own desire to see her cum on his dick.

Kagome grimaced as the pain of his actions radiated through her. As much as it hurt, his stabbing into her also felt incredibly good. Not believing it was her speaking, she answered, “In the best of ways.” Then, unable to keep looking at into his golden eyes, she threw her head back, baring her throat submissively to him and tightening the grip of her legs. “Give me more. Harder.”

He growled, low and long. The feel of it vibrated through his shaft and into her body, sending shock waves through pulled back once more and, as his hips propelled forward, Kagome raised hers to meet him, crying out as they met. “Sesshoumaru!”

Her calling his name seemed to be all the daiyoukai needed. Soon he was impaling himself into her dripping wet sheath with abandon. Kagome let go of her inhibitions. She let go of the thought of what was taking place and focused only on what was happening with her, within her. The heavy sacks of his balls slapping against her as he drove his cock into her body only stirred her more and she found herself crying out loud, demanding more from him.

As she neared her climax, Kagome squeezed her legs against him, trying to hold his cock inside of her. She cried out, arching her back once more and offering him her breasts. His head dipped lower, his hair brushing against her, and his mouth took one of her nipples. He suckled strongly, the feeling of his fangs scraping against her sensitive flesh increasing her body's demands. Just as he slammed his cock back into her, grinding himself against her, he bit down lightly. Kagome gasped, her orgasm washing over her, shaking her to the core of her being. She could feel her wetness washing over his member buried deep inside of her. She slumped her boneless body onto the table.

Sesshoumaru stayed buried within her until her orgasm subsided and her clenching muscles relaxed. Then he withdrew and Kagome automatically missed the feeling of him. Her hips arched towards him in demand for more. Instead she received his arms wrapping around her, scooping her up next to him. His cock, still stiff, rubbed against her nether lips as he settled her and Kagome growled with growing desire. She entwined her arms around him, pressing her breasts against his rock hard chest and rubbing them there. “More,” she breathed, her lips and tongue moving across his chest and neck as if they were possessed, as if parting from him would kill her.

She heard him growl in return, his hips flexing and pressing his cock against her folds. Kagome closed her eyes against the sensation. As much as she wanted him and what he did to her, her body was tired. “You must rest. You cannot take much more.”

“But I want more,” she heard herself saying, sounding like a petulant child being denied a treat.

“There will be more,” he said as he laid her back down upon the futon. “This Sesshoumaru has told you that before.”

“But I want it now,” she argued, yawning and curling her body into a ball as she did.

He laid beside her, wrapping around her form. One hand stroked slowly through her hair while the other settled heavily against her hips, letting her know of his presence. “Rest now, miko,” he said as he placed soft kisses against her bare back. “This Sesshoumaru will be here when you wake.”

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