InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Menage A Trois ( Chapter 28 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

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Chapter 28: Ménage A Trios

As of late her dreams were always pleasant. They all seemed to take place after the death of Naraku and before the one known only as Jouyoku first came to call upon her dearest friend, Kagome. They mostly consisted of her and the others doing everyday things but everyone once and a while there would be one or two with her and the Monk doing things to one another that always made her blush the following morning.

She didn't know when it happened, but she started looking forward to her dreams at night. It was the only time that she felt truly at peace with everything around her. It was the only time she felt that she could truly rest. So you could say it pissed her off more than a little when Ayame woke up and decided it would be nice to take a late night swim, with her as a body guard.

~Flashback~

“W…what?” Sango whined wanting nothing more than to hold on to the peaceful slumber she was being roughly shaken from. Looking around groggily through hazy vision her eyes came to rest on the source of her irritation.

“Ayame? What are you doing?” She inquired as she lazily pushed herself up so that she was leaning on her elbow.

“I'm sorry I didn't want to wake you, but…” Ayame said meekly. She didn't know why but all of a sudden she wanted to take a bath. When she first awoke she laid there for a while debating on whether she should go alone or wake the demon slayer. However the thought of going alone unnerved her so much that in the end she decided to wake her any way, regardless of the consequences.

“Please don't be mad at me. I need a bath and this is the only time I can go with out running into any men.” She whispered as she sat back on knees.

“You need a what? Do you have any idea what time it is?” Sango half yelled her voice laced with irritation. She didn't know if she was more upset about being awakened this late at night or if she was upset because Ayame was not only waking her up but expecting her to go down to the river with her.

“Please, come with me. I don't have anyone else to ask.”

“No, I'm not going. Just wait until a little before sunrise and I'll go with you.” Sango stated sternly. She wasn't trying to be nasty or mean she just wanted to get back to her peaceful dreams.

Watching the demon slayer get comfortable again, Ayame inhaled deeply then exhaled as if she was trying to calm herself. “Look, I really hate asking you this, but the last time I went to take a bath by myself…that's when he…he raped me.” She stated sadly her eyes filling up with tears.

Hearing this Sango sat up quickly and looked at the girl. `Oh Kami, she's right…but now?` Trying to shake away the fatigue that inhibited every inch of her body she shoved her blanket away as she quickly turned and checked on her still unconscious friend then looked back at the red headed Youkai, “okay, I'll go with you, but you have to make it quick.”

Smiling for the first time in what seemed like years she replied happily, “Thank you, Thank you, Thank you and I'll be real quick, I promise!”

As soon as they stepped out of the hut Sango was expecting to see Kouga so that she could tell him where they were going, but unfortunately he was nowhere in sight. `Where in the hell is he?'

~End Flashback~

Looking up at the moon she sighed sadly, `the things I do for people,' she thought as she tried to pull the flimsy yukata she always slept in closer to her body. She had to admit that it was a rather beautiful night and even though there was a light chill on the wind it was perfect for a midnight swim or a midnight stroll just not with someone of the same sex. Blushing at her own thoughts she tried shake off the feeling by focusing on the girl skipping ahead of her.

If she didn't know better she would have sworn that the Ayame was finally back to her old self, but she was sure that it was just being outside after being cooped up for so long. Or maybe because she didn't have to worry about feeling the pain she had been feeling nonstop since their initial encounter two days ago. What ever it was, she was thankful for it, because it didn't make sense for both of them to be miserable.

As she continued her casual but reluctant stroll behind Ayame she couldn't help thinking about the Monk.

After he and Kouga had taken Inuyasha out of the hut she hadn't seen him and quite frankly she missed him. Since she opened her heart to him things between the two of them had been almost perfect. She always enjoyed his company no matter the situation and she no longer worried about who he was looking at, or if he was going to touch this woman or that woman. She just enjoyed him for him. Smiling to her self she let her arms wrap around her body as if it was his arms hugging her and just like that the anger and irritation she was feeling towards Ayame seemed to evaporate.

“Umm, that feels good.”

Shaking her head to dismiss her private thoughts she looked in the direction of the voice and sighed. They were finally at the river. Ayame had partially already undressed and was now checking the temperature of the water by sticking one foot in while the other stayed safely on the bank. “I bet it does, now go ahead before anyone misses us.” Sango replied. This time instead of anger and frustration her voice held softness and understanding.

Smiling over at the demon slayer, the girl slipped her skirt over her hips and walked slowly into the water. Once up to her waist she stopped and lowered her body so that only her head was above water. Staring back at Sango for a moment she smiled sadly then she allowed her head to disappear beneath the water.

Turning her attention away from Ayame Sango walked over and sat on the trunk of a downed tree. She figured that if she had to be here at least she could practice meditating so that the next time Miroku did it she would be able to join him.

Closing her eyes she tried to envision the Monk in his meditation pose, the way he held his hands the sound of his breathing she tried to imitate everything about him. After a moment she started to feel more relaxed. Nature seemed to have found it's balance because slowly everything around her started to quiet down until there was nothing but a quiet hush, with the exception of a splash here and a splash there from the girl currently swimming.

Pushing out her chest, she straightened her back and raised her head as she inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly. `I'm meditating…wait until I tell Miroku, he's going to be so proud of me.' She thought quietly as she tried to quiet her mind again.

“It sure is a beautiful night, wouldn't you agree?” He asked as he slowly stepped up behind her. He had been watching the whole scene play out from the moment they left the hut. As he watched her he realized just how beautiful and tempting the Ninjen woman was. But then, what woman wasn't tempting in his eyes?

Unwilling to believe that she just heard a mans voice Sango remained in her meditative state hoping that she was hearing things, but the voice it sounded in her ears once more, this time much closer to her.

“Your are even more captivating up close.”

Jumping up from her seat she swung around prepared to attack the interloper, “who are you? What do you want?” Her feet were planted firmly on the ground and her hands were up in front of her prepared the do as much damage as they could.

Smiling softly at her, he gazed over her head as Ayame swam closer to the shore. `She will definitely come in handy tonight.' With a smile still gracing his gorgeous features he responded nonchalantly as he walked around her with out touching her and sat on the downed tree she had just vacated, “why do you Ninjens always ask questions you already know the answer to?”

Gasping loudly she covered her mouth with one hand and took a step back as her mind answered her question for her, `His hair, those eyes, his dimples…Oh my Kami…he saved me and Kagome he's…he's…J…J…' her mind wouldn't finish the thought for fear of the truth but her mouth was far too brave, “Jouyoku.” She whispered.

Looking up at her he bowed his head a little as he replied concededly, “at your service.”

“No, no…” she mumbled while slowly shaking her head. Looking away from him to the girl that was now slowly walking out of the water, she wanted to scream at her to run but something deep with in her told her it would be a waste of time. Turning her attention back to the Youkai that sat before her as if he and she were casual friends she noticed that there was nothing about him that said he was evil, his features appeared to be nothing more than that of a hansom human in his mid to late twenties. If it weren't for the color of his hair, his eyes and the claws that lined his hands you wouldn't have known he was Youkai at all.

Turning his attention to the red headed Youkai exiting the water he directed his question to the one closes to him, “Sango, since it is obvious that you've heard of me, why haven't you tried to run?”

`He knows my name!' She thought but had no verbal response to his question.

“Were you waiting for me? Hoping that I would come for you…that I would choose you?”

Her heart skipped a beat. Was he testing her? Did he really think she wanted to be here with him? Did she really want to be here with him? Gathering as much courage as she could muster she questioned, “How do you know my name?”

“I know almost everything about you.” He replied as he stared at her from the corner of his eye taking in everything about her. Of course his remark was a lie. It was only said to get a rise out of her. “Instead of running you choose to stand here and have a conversation with me.” Chuckling to himself he continued, “I think I was right about you.”

Narrowing her eyes at the man she could not believe what he was insinuating. Was he really that arrogant that he believed she would want to be raped by him? If he knew everything about her then he should also know about Miroku, and that she traveled with the short tempered infamous Hanyou Inuyasha, `he has to be lying!' She thought to herself but she stated coldly, “If I ran you would just chase me.”

“Smart, but I don't chase anyone.” He replied in a matter of fact tone. Opening his link he sent a message to Ayame, `get dressed and come here.'

`He doesn't chase, well does that mean I can leave?' Hearing Ayame's footsteps, Sango swirled around and yelled, “don't come any closer, go back to the village and get help!”

Chuckling to himself Jouyoku stated, “Sango, I thought you were smart. I thought you would've figured out by now that Ayame brought you here as a present to me. And she did it all for one touch, one caress of my gentle hands.” Of course he was telling a half-truth, but the look on Sango's face was priceless.

`No, she wouldn't.' Looking from Jouyoku to Ayame and back her eyes came to rest on Ayame, “please, tell me he's lying, you wouldn't do that.” Sango pleaded hoping that Ayame would confirm what she was saying and not what Jouyoku was saying, but instead Ayame walked up and stopped directly in front of Jouyoku as if she was waiting for orders.

From the moment she had gotten into the river she felt him so close that she wanted to run to him. A big part of her wanted to beat him senseless for what he had done to her, but her loins burned, her body ached, and the nerves on her skin begged to be near him. All she really wanted was a soft touch, a light caress. These thoughts made her hate herself, mentally belittle her very being she felt weak and useless.

She stood there before her rapist praying that he would maybe touch her or glance in her direction. At that moment everything with in her that was Ayame, every part of her that held on to some hope of her being able to still have a future died leaving nothing but an empty black abyss. It left her wishing for death and praying for deliverance and she didn't care where it came from. She would do as he asked because quite frankly, she no longer had a choice in the matter.

Staring at Ayame, Sango waited hoping that the girl would deny what was just said, but she didn't. She just stood there her expression blank with the exception of the longing that was apparent in her eyes.

“You bitch!” The demon slayer screamed as she charged at Ayame but halted when she heard a voice whisper inside her head.

`You will not attack her.' For a moment he hesitated giving this order, thinking that perhaps the sight of the two of them together would be rather interesting…or was arousing a better description. Smiling up at the demon slayer whom clearly didn't understand what had just happened he stated, “I can't have you harming my puppet, now can I?”

“What did you do to me?” She half yelled. She knew she was clearly able to move about at will; she just wasn't able to wring Ayames' fucking neck like she wanted to.

Stepping back she decided that if she was going to do something it would have to be now because there was no way she was going to just stand here and let him do whatever he wanted. Turning swiftly she dashed off in the opposite direction.

`Catch her,' was the only thought he sent through his link to the wolf Youkai as he watched the energetic Ninjen woman take off at a swift pace. And before he knew it she had pounced on the Ninjens' back and was now pinning her to the ground. Staring at the two for a moment with a bored expression he turned his attention skyward as he stated, “I already told you, I don't chase…anyone.” Opening his link once more to Ayame he stated, `bring her here.'

She knew Ayame was the one pinning her down, so she kicked and flopped her body around trying to throw her off, but to know avail. Feeling herself being pulled back up into a standing position she started to scream and shout for help but was quickly silenced when the red headed bitch clamped her clawed hand over her mouth. Flailing her body around she tried to break the girls hold on her, but she was too strong.

That was the moment when Sango lost every shred of sympathy, and understanding she had for the wolf Youkai.

Coming to a stop in front of Jouyoku Ayame released her hold and stepped away from Sango.

Glaring at the girl the demon slayer screamed, “You fucking bitch, how dare you? We should have killed your sorry ass when we found you in the clearing!” Wanting more than anything to just reach out and touch Ayame, Sango gritted her teeth together and hissed, “I will see your ass dead, do you hear me? Dead!” Sango had never been one to curse or use profane language, but in her present situation her mouth was the only weapon she had.

`Silence and be still' His mind whispered to hers. Her threats were empty and even if they weren't he didn't care to hear about them, he was here for one reason and time was a wasting. `Undress her…slowly.' He stated to Ayame whom wasted no time doing as she was told.

With every fiber of her being she tried to fight against the suggestion, but her mind wasn't strong enough. She envisioned her self pounding Ayame's face into the ground then straddling the beast in front of her and gauging out his eyes, but as mush as she wished and hoped all she could do was stand there speechless and unable to move even the slightest muscle. Watching the girl move in on her, her soul tried to shrink away from the reality of just what was about to take place.

Walking up behind Sango the wolf Youkai placed her arms around her waist and slowly untied the sash that was holding her yukata tightly closed. Letting it drop to the ground she reached up and slowly pulled the yukata down over her shoulders, past her breast then allowed it to collapse to the ground around the woman's feet.

Sango's heart raced within her chest. She wanted to scream, shout, curse, fight, and even beg if she was allowed to but she knew that wasn't an option. She knew if someone didn't come to intervene in this she would surly be taken. Everything that she had held dear to her would be gone. Her hopes for her future would end tonight by the hands of this beast and his little puppet bitch. She begged for the gods to wake up Miroku, or Inuyasha, to send Kouga or even Sesshomaru here to save her. Feeling her yukata slip down her shoulders she closed her eyes and in her mind she screamed for dear life and prayed for a savior.

Standing to his feet he slowly took in every inch of the girl before him. Her round supple full breast, the curve of her waist as it dove down to meet her curvaceous hips. With out removing his eyes from her private areas he slowly walked around her, “you are truly a sight to be hold,” he whispered as he reached out his hand and let his claws trail slowly and sensually around and over every curve of her upper body.

Glancing over to the girl Ayame that had obeyed his every whim with out an ounce of defiance he smiled, it was time for her to be rewarded. He would give her what she wanted and what her body craved, but he himself had no need for her. Walking up to her he rested a hand softly on her cheek as he leaned in and rubbed his lips across her forehead. It wasn't a kiss just a jester of one. Opening his link he stated, `go to her and…'

She quivered under his touch, begged him for more with her eyes and listened to him speak to her mind. She had given up on life on everything that was not him…she would do whatever he asked of her.

Stepping back, Jouyoku watched the scene unfold before him.

Glaring from the Youkai with the insatiable sexual appetite to the wolf Youkai that appeared to be nothing more than a shell of her once vibrant self. Sango tried to calm herself, maybe if she tried that meditating thing now maybe she could think of some way out of… As quickly as that thought entered her mind it was gone as her attention fell on the girl walking slowly in her direction. `What in the hell is she doing? Why is she looking at me like…' Feeling the girls' soft hand caressing her cheek, Sango's eyes grew to size of ripe apples, `She's…she's oh Kami!'

Ayame's mind was as blank as a clean sheet of paper. She no longer possessed the ability to think or discern right from wrong, friend from foe. All she knew and all she wanted to know was he, Jouyoku. Reaching out she gently caressed Sango's cheek as she slowly ran her hand down her neck and along her collarbone. Stepping up so close that they now stood breast-to-breast Ayame leaned in and seductively ran her tongue along the line of Sango's lips.

The only thought that registered in Sango's mind as she felt the girls hands on her body and her wet tongue rubbing against her lips was, `this bitch is so fucking dead!' She figured that Jouyoku would attack her and that she had semi prepared her self for, but this…this was out of the question. What in the hell was Ayame doing? She wanted the throw up, to spit in the girls' face; she wanted to…to crack her skull open with her harikotsu.

Allowing her claws to trail down from the demon slayers' collarbone to her right breast she allowed her hand to linger as she gently massaged it, while leaning in again and slowly licking up the side of her neck. Her other hand roamed freely down the front of the girls' body traveling over every groove every curve while forming small slow elegant circles as it moved downward.

Sango stood there grinding her teeth as she willed her body to move, then she would show this…this thing something. She felt the girls' hands roaming freely…effortlessly over her skin like it, like this was something natural. Feeling her hand move lower Sango's knees would've buckled if it were possible. Ayame's claws raked gently over her abdomen but it didn't stop there. It went lower and lower until one claw of her filthy little hand was parting the lips of her secret compartment her womanly parts her womb. `You stinking bitch!' Sango screamed in her mind as she felt the girl press two of her fingers firmly against her opening but not into it. This was too much she had no right to be touching her, she had know right to be doing this to her…he had no right to be making her do these things to her.

Walking around the girl, Ayame slowly dragged her claws over her hips and up her spine. Pressing her front flush against the demons slayers' back she licked the backside of her ear as she wrapped her left hand around to the front of her and palmed her left breast.

Jouyoku stood off to the side admiring his handy work as Ayame held the demon slayers breast up for his inspection.

Running her hands down Sango's side she lowered herself to her knees and she slowly ran her tongue up the crack of the demon slayers' buttocks to the curve of her back where she circled for a moment before continuing the slow leisurely journey up her spine.

Sango stood there unmoving and utterly repulsed by the hand that fate had dealt her.

Jouyoku reveled in the sight of the young woman touching, caressing, and massaging on the other. He felt like he was in heat, his groin was on fire begging, craving for a feel of her. The ache at the pit of his belly was slowly building and he wanted nothing more than to feed it. Walking up to the women he stopped in front of Sango so that he could look directly into her eyes. Opening his link he stated to Ayame, `you have had your fill now leave, go back to the village and sleep.'

Without question Ayame backed away from Sango and left with out so much as a look back over her shoulder.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He whispered.

Her heart sank to its lowest point as her soul openly wept. All she could do was stand there feeling helpless, violated and victimized and he had yet to lay a finger on her.

Until Next time…