InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ collared ❯ ruined ( Chapter 9 )

WARNING: I'm no longer putting warnings on here! Read at your own risk… :-)

 

ruined

 

“What do I mean to you?”

 

Her voice rang out through the empty, lonely air, but Kagome cared not. It felt good to speak openly, to ask what thoughts ran through her mind. So many times the questions had been there, but Sesshoumaru had brushed them aside through passion's touch.

 

“What do you not let me know?”

 

She smoothed her hands over the silk of the kimono Sesshoumaru had given her to wear upon their return to his home. It was beautiful; clinging to the curves of her body. Its colors matched her perfectly and gave her skin an almost unearthly glow. Still, it felt almost odd to be wearing clothing once more and even worse for it to have been given to her by him.

 

The daiyoukai had washed her body, cleansed her of the dirt and grime and sweat. His hands had ghosted across her flesh, caressing and holding her intimately. And in his eyes… In his eyes there had been secrets that had both thrilled and scared her. No longer had the golden depths been as guarded when they had looked upon her and the thought of what she'd envisioned in them still sent shivers up her spine.

 

Kagome slid off the bed she'd been placed upon by Sesshoumaru to rest. When they had returned to the Western holdings, she had been so tired, barely awake, that she hadn't been aware of where he was taking her. She had thought he would return her to her usual holding cell. He had not. The accommodations of this new place were far richer than any she had beheld before. The feeling of him was everywhere and yet nowhere at the same time. The colors were darker, more masculine. As was the furniture that she could see… Was this his room?

 

The fire had all but died, casting most of the room into shadow, but Kagome could tell that wherever she was, it was spacious. Large enough for a fully transformed inu youkai to move about, at least.

 

Tentatively she started forward, almost scared of being caught and reprimanded for leaving the bed without permission. Shaking away such thoughts, such feelings, Kagome reached deep inside herself to that carefully controlled center of her being where she kept her most private thoughts and feelings. Sesshoumaru had all but dominated her fully, being all she knew and felt in this world he'd created for her. Still some part of herself remained, rebelled, and that part found all of this utterly wrong and was pissed as hell about it.

 

Her stride lengthening, her steps becoming more sure, Kagome moved forward. It felt different to be clothed, yes, but it also acted as armor for herself. She had never realized before how truly vulnerable she was without her clothing.

 

She came to a stop when she noticed something peeking out of her from the darkness. It took Kagome a moment to realize that it was herself looking back at her.

 

She didn't recognize herself?

 

Moving forward slower now, Kagome reached her hand out just as the image in the mirror did the same. Her fingers skated across the smooth surface, tracing the face that looked back at her.

 

She really hadn't recognized herself…

 

There were her eyes, staring back at her in innocent wonder, but they were not hers. Those were her lips, parted in questioning, but they were not hers. It was her hand that stroked the mirror's surface, but the appendage seemed strange somehow.

 

The feeling of seeing herself, but not knowing herself was so strange, so out-of-place that Kagome felt her control snapping inside. Anger rushed through her veins as it hadn't since he'd first taken her. What had that bastard done to her?!

 

Stepping furiously away from the touch of the “other” person in the mirror, Kagome ripped open the kimono. She heard the delicate fabric tearing, but cared no longer for it. It felt as if the silk upon her skin was like a vise grip. She bared her body to the sight of the mirror and looked upon herself fully for the first time in years.

 

She was beautiful. There were no other words that came to mind, even though she was not one to be overly selfish. Her body was fit, breasts full and inviting to touch. Her hips swelled perfectly from her waist, framing the dark thatch of hair between her legs like a gilded frame. Her legs that had walked thousands of miles were slender and long; toned from the treks she'd made.

 

Despite the familiarity of the sight, though slightly older now since last she'd stood before a full length mirror, something was off. Something was different. Was it the look in her eyes? Or did the difference run deeper than that? “No,” she said aloud. Her voice echoed off the walls. “No. This is not me.”

 

Suddenly, Sesshoumaru's youki washed over her, like an unforgiving blanket, and Kagome yanked herself away from the false image of herself to face him. She straightened her back; lifting her chin and narrowing her eyes at his image. “You…” she said, her anger and disgust obvious. Though at whom the anger and disgust were focused at, she could not yet say.

 

“Miko,” he intoned, his voice a void of emotion. “You trouble this one. Control yourself.”

 

“I trouble you?” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. Her anger was sharp, biting at her to let it out. The accumulation of it was gigantic and the stress she'd been through only compounded upon it. The tone of his words, his words themselves, only rankled her more. “What in the hell have you done to me?!”

 

Sesshoumaru's eyes narrowed, the only clue she had to his growing ire. He took a measured step towards her. There was nothing but domination in his stance, but in his eyes… In his eyes there was a heat, a passion, a fire. And it scared the shit out of her right then. Kagome found herself backing away from his oncoming; stopping only when her back was pressed firmly into the mirror behind her. “What has this one done to you?” he repeated back to her. His voice captured each word sharply. The almost accusing tone struck her like a whip. Each word he spoke curled around her ear like a poison.

 

“I don't know me,” she answered, ashamed of the shaking that had overtaken the anger and outrage in her voice. She gestured, with a throw of her head, to the image now at her back. “That is not me and you are responsible for it.”

 

He moved so fast, Kagome could not track him with her human eyes. One second Kagome was facing him, her back to the mirror, and the next she was in his arms, staring once more at the image before her. Unable to look away from the face staring back at her, Kagome flinched when Sesshoumaru whispered, almost cruelly in her ear, “This is you in truth.”

 

She shook her head in denial. “No.”

 

Kagome stared at the scene before her; the woman shown in the faint lighting of the room and outlined by the form of the inu youkai behind her. Standing as they were, looking to be one but not, the picture was addicting. The darkness of her hair and body contrasted greatly to the moon paleness of he. His longer hair wrapped around her body, caressing it as if it possessed a mind of its own. His slender fingers gripped her shoulders, the paleness of his flesh standing out against her own. The tips of his fingers, covered with long, sharpened claws, caught what light was in the room and seemed to shine. She noticed how the softness of her own body complimented the hardness of his. His tall frame fit to her smaller one perfectly. “No,” she said again, her voice stronger than before. “That is not me. That is the me you created through your manipulations.”

 

“This one has created nothing. Manipulated nothing. I have only brought forth that which yearned to be free.”

 

“No,” Kagome denied again. “That is not truth and I will not hear it.”

 

“And what makes you say that, miko?” he breathed into her ear.

 

The feeling of his breath sent betraying shudders across her skin, memories of days past, but Kagome shook the lulling feeling away. What power did this youkai hold over her that she swayed so easily to him? She was a fighter, always had been. At least, she always had been before him. “You are a deceiver and a liar,” she hissed, grabbing her waning anger as she did.

 

Kagome should have expected the almost violent turning of herself. She should have expected it and yet, when it happened, a noise of surprise, of weakness, escaped her lips. She found her back pressed once more against the mirrored surface with burning crimson eyes staring down at her from an angelic face. “Bitch,” he hissed between clenched teeth. “You dare to call question to this Sesshoumaru's honor?”

 

Refusing to give an inch, Kagome nodded her head yes. She tried to vocalize her thoughts, but the terrible burn and fury of his countenance prevented her from speaking. Her nod was all that was needed, though, as a terrifying growl ripped forth from the inu youkai before her. “Bitch,” he hissed again between clenched fangs.

 

Finally finding the footing she had lost when faced with his anger, Kagome raised her chin another notch. “I,” she said, stressing each fragment of word that parted from her lips. “Am. Not. Your. Bitch.”

 

Immediately his long fingers closed around her throat and she knew he felt how her pulse jumped. Holding her almost gently yet not giving her an inch to run, he pulled her away from the mirror's length. His free hand ripped the shoulder of the kimono away to expose her back. Then the hand holding onto her throat forced her to look over her shoulder into the mirror behind. “You bear my mark of ownership, bitch.”

 

Kagome's eyes raked over the newest scarring of her skin. At the sight of his name, in kanji, carved upon her flesh by his claws and poison, anger rose even higher within her. The inu youkai, Sesshoumaru-sama, had dared… DARED…to carve his own name into her skin like a branding iron. “You bastard,” she whispered, her eyes tracing over the mark there. Her reiki, long seeming dormant within her, rose to course over her skin like a lover all its own in response to her emotions. “You fucking asshole.”

 

Despite the burn of her purification, or maybe because of it, Sesshoumaru kept his hold upon her. “Try to defy me all you wish, miko,” he snarled. The sound of her title was like a curse upon his lips. “But you are mine. The day you crossed the boundaries of the Western lands, you became mine completely.”

 

“I will never be yours, Sesshoumaru,” she spat back, turning her head to lock eyes with him once more. “You may take my body, use it in whatever way you want, but you'll never own me.”

 

His lips slammed into hers with such force that Kagome was knocked off the high emotional pedestal she was on. They molded to hers perfectly, drawing out the carnal desires that Sesshoumaru had only helped nurture and grow during the time he'd held her. Kagome found herself responding to his touch, her hips arching towards his own. Her body was demanding, but she forced herself to act through the haze he'd risen in her mind. She pushed her reiki outward, using it to try and get away from his mind-numbing onslaught.

 

Sesshoumaru pulled back reluctantly from tasting the sweetness of her lips. The miko's face was flushed with her ire and growing passions. He could see his desired death in the depths of her sapphire blues as they glared at him. Her lips, swollen from his kisses, were drawn back in a sneer of disgust. Her defiance, her insulting and disrespectful words, should have pushed him beyond his limits of control. He should have brought her to heel just like the unruly bitch she was being, but for some reason he found he could not. This…this excited him. Already his cock was swollen with the need to take her, but he wanted to take her with her consent, with her pleading for more echoing on those very lips that cursed and denied him.

 

He let his gaze rake slowly down her body, enjoying the way it reacted to him as he were physically touching her. Her angry breaths caused her chest to rise and fall in the most delicious of ways and he could not resist running one of his claws over the tempting sight of her nipples. “Do not touch me.”

 

To her tone, commanding him, Sesshoumaru paid no heed. Not even dignifying her demand with a response. Who was she to command him? Who was she to deny her attraction and desire to his touch? Who was she to contest which most would consider an honor of the highest?

 

His fingers continued to glide across her skin, sinking lower and lower upon her body. He did not miss the way she clenched her thighs together, as if that would stop his advances had he intended to touch her there. Smirking to himself, he splayed his fingers across the smooth contours of her abdomen. Then he raised his crimson eyes from watching the pathway of his fingers to look into her face. Flaring his youki, letting it brush across her body and react to the reiki that still flowed strongly throughout her flesh, he waited.

 

Kagome stiffened as his fingers traced down her body, fighting against the need to move into his touch. When his hand stopped its torture, she closed her eyes to hide the relief in them from him. Then his youki flared against her, causing her own to charge up in response. Not understanding what the purpose of this display was about, Kagome met his crimson stare with a glare of her own. He was pressing his youki into her, forcing her body to react to it, to fight it, to expel it. While she knew she wasn't strong enough to damage him irrevocably, surely the contact with her reiki was painful? Then, all of the sudden, she understood.

 

Sesshoumaru knew the minute the miko felt the life within her respond to their dueling strengths. The pup's response was slight, merely a flicker against the backdrop of their larger forms, but there nonetheless. Her eyes widened to an almost impossible degree as she felt the pup answer their calls from within herself. “You didn't…” she breathed.

 

Kagome's mind raced as she thought about the possibilities. She tried to remember the last time she'd bled. Having never been very reliable in the first place, her schedule was often thrown askew by stresses and travels. She couldn't remember when her last period had been and she had lost track of how long Sesshoumaru had held her here. Kami…

 

Sesshoumaru swooped in once more, his lips taking possession of hers as his youki continued to dance around them. His fingers curled against her flesh, the sharpened points of his claws pricking against her skin but not breaking it. He did not release his hold upon her, did not let up on the thrashing waves of his youki as he bombarded her with it, forcing her reiki to submit to him.

 

It was too much. He was so strong. Kagome felt her reiki bowing under the weight of him, receding once more into the heart of herself. She could have cried to have that familiar security gone from her once more. When finally he released her lips from his own, Kagome sucked in the air denied her. “I hate you,” she whispered.

 

His growl was almost feral and she found herself twisted in his grasp again to once more face the mirror. This time the image that greeted her was of a woman, flushed with passion, and of a youkai lord, crimson eyed, behind her. “As I despise you, “ he bit out between lengthened fangs.

 

The hand about her throat loosened, sliding downward to cup one of her breasts. His fingers teased and tormented the nipple to an almost unbearable degree before sliding down to join his other hand still splayed across her stomach. He pulled her backwards as his hips thrust forward, the evidence of his lust pushing against her.

 

Kagome watched, excitement building within her, as his hand grew closer and closer to the apex of her thighs. She watched as her legs parted for his questing fingers, though her mind screamed no.

 

Sesshoumaru gripped his chosen bitch between her succulent thighs. The turmoil of her emotions, the war she fought with herself, washed over him like a never-ending tide of pain and confusion, but he would not relent. She was his; always had been and forever would be. There were no lengths he would go to when it came to holding on to her and it was time the miko learned the extent of his devotion. He could not be without her now.

 

As his fingers danced across her pussy, rousing the wetness there, Sesshoumaru leaned in towards her ear once more. He did not miss the way his voice made her jump. “Miko…”

 

“No,” she breathed again. “You have not done this to me.”

 

“You speak nonsense, miko,” Sesshoumaru chided lightly as he deepened the pressure of his fingers. “We have fucked many, many times. Is this not the outcome of such unions? Accept it. Accept the fact that you are mine.”

 

It was so easy to follow him; so easy to bend to his massive will and think all would be well in the world. Kagome found herself wanting to give up control to him, to not think about what had just been revealed to her, what Inuyasha had been about to say before Sesshoumaru had silenced him. When his other hand lifted her leg, exposing her womanly center to the mirror before her, she could not help but observe with growing fascination.

 

It was an erotic sight, to watch her body being played like an instrument by Sesshoumaru's long fingers. Her breasts were rising and falling, the slight jiggle of them like a calling card. Her own hands reached up, squeezing her breasts and teasing the nipples there with sharp pulls and twists.

 

Watching the miko touch herself caused his dick to harden even more, the throbbing of it now almost painful in the confines of his clothing. She was already wet and ready for him. Releasing her leg but keeping his hand between her thighs, Sesshoumaru adjusted his clothing to loosen his cock. He pressed himself once to her backside, groaning at the friction and feeling that action aroused within him. Then he removed his hands from her pussy to use both to pick her up, spreading her legs wide and exposing her completely to the mirror before them.

 

The miko gasped in his hold. The hands that had been teasing her own breasts grabbed into his arms, nails biting into his skin with her fright at the sudden change of position. He did not miss the way her eyes darted towards her exposed pussy in the mirror and at the more than evident wetness there. “Miko,” he growled against her ear. “Move your clothing.”

 

He felt her hesitation, but watched as her fingers slowly feathered down the length of his arms, her touch adding to the fire in his blood. When she finally pulled the ruined kimono aside, exposing his aching length, Sesshoumaru immediately pressed his cock forward, rubbing the head of his erection against her wetness. Her hands loosened their hold upon the silk of her garment as a quiet gasp escaped her lips. Leaning forward, placing his lips gently against her ear, he whispered, “Would you let yourself be taken like this, miko?”

 

In the reflection of the mirror Sesshoumaru saw her eyes widen at his words. They wandered down the length of her exposed body, pausing over her breasts and then pussy where the head of his dick rested. Her body was still wound tight, still coursing with anger-—though that anger was quickly being overwritten. Sesshoumaru wanted nothing more than to bury himself to the hilt in her tight, wet walls. He wanted to the feel the burn and fire of her reiki against his flesh in this most intimate of ways. But he would not take her without hearing her say yes. Arching his hips once more, reminding her of his question, Sesshoumaru waited.

 

Kagome looked over the being in the mirror before her. The hands of the reflected image traced up the strong arms holding her in such an exposing manner and across the flesh of the female's body. She could not deny the erotica of the sight before her, of the swollen flesh of the youkai lord's cock as it pressed itself eagerly against the wet lips of the female's pussy. Closing her eyes to the sight of it, she opened them again when a low growl of reminding sounded behind her.

 

Did she want this? She paused a moment longer, feeling the need barely held in check by the male who gripped her. If she denied him, if she said no despite the obviousness of her body's want, would he take her any way? “Yes,” she said aloud, in answer to her own question.

 

Hearing her words and believing that the answer to his question, Sesshoumaru arched his hips upwards once more with a swift thrust, burying the length of himself within her blazing core. The miko gave a sharp cry at his sudden intrusion, but she was so hot. So hot and so very tight. The pressure placed upon his cock was nearly unbearable; the need to move, to feel the friction, undeniable as the purification of her reiki worked against him.

 

Sesshoumaru withdrew only to bury himself within the fires of her body once more. Again she cried out and he locked his crimson gaze with the blue one in the mirror. Neither could look away as he fucked her, his cock moving faster and faster as it goaded her to reach completion.

 

He knew she was close, so very close. All of his senses were on fire with her sweet scent and the sound of her racing heartbeat. In his hands he could feel how her body struggled to move with him, to give as much as it was taking. Wanting to feel the burn of her reiki one more time as she came, Sesshoumaru thrust harder, pushing his youki against her again and forcing her to respond.

 

Her orgasm washed over her just as his seed released itself within the confines of her body. Unable to look away, Kagome watched as she shuddered and writhed in Sesshoumaru's gasp. He was panting from the strength of his own release and the sight of him, of the pleasure on his face and the lust in his eyes, only wound her body tighter for a consuming second release.

 

“Damn you,” he cursed silently behind her as the rippling walls of her pussy clenched around him even tighter than before. “You have ruined this Sesshoumaru for all others.”

 

As her orgasm passed and the muscles of her pussy slowly released, him, Sesshoumaru withdrew from her clenching heat. Taking his time in doing so, he almost groaned aloud as each inch of himself he removed from her instantly missed the wrapping tightness of her womb.

 

Kagome both felt and saw the emptiness inside herself. The daiyoukai filled her so perfectly, stretching every inch of her and exciting every nerve.

 

Still holding her in his arms, Sesshoumaru carried her back over the luxury of his bed and laid her down upon it. He stretched his tall frame next to hers, wrapping his arms and legs about her. His nose he pressed upon the juncture of her throat, inhaling her scent deeply and willing his youki to recede.

 

Kagome ran her fingers down the arms that encased her. Her body, despite the anger and now confusion coursing through her still, was already relaxing, falling into a state of post orgasmic bliss. Shakily, her fingers settled across her abdomen, holding there. His hand moved down the length of her body to settle on top of hers, entwining with her fingers to touch the skin of her body, as well. A contented growl rumbled from his chest and Kagome felt her confusion grow. She turned her head away from him, looking off into the darkness of the room. “As you have ruined me, Sesshoumaru.”

 

ruined

 

a/n: Ruined in a good way or a bad way? Now that is the question…

 

 

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Recently had a few reviews mentioning Inuyasha and the rest of the gang and what they'll do now. Just wanted to remind everyone that this fic takes place after the defeat of Naraku. A diversion from half way through issue 558, if you will. I'm supposing that Shippou is off still advancing with his kitsune things and that Miroku and Sango have returned to the slayers village to rebuild it (I'm sorry I didn't clarify this earlier and I know Sango and Miroku stayed in Edo, but go with me here!) This started out as a nice long one-shot, not meant to expand from the first chapter, and I'm working things as I go.

 

For all who've reviewed, thank you so very much! I hope I continue to please.