InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Quiet Resistance ( Chapter 29 )

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Chapter 29: Quiet Resistance

Her mind screamed everything that her heart didn't want to believe. The inevitable was about to happen and she didn't have a prayer or the physical ability to stop it. She wanted to cry, but she refused to give this beast the satisfaction of seeing her tears. She was Sango, the strongest demon slayer of her village. This thought gave her pause, `I'm the last one. If he rapes me that will mean the end of my family line…there will be no more.' She thought she felt her soul quiver, how could she have been so selfish. This wasn't just about her or Miroku and what future they might have together this was about her fathers' bloodline and her family name.

She stared back at him unflinching waiting for him to make his next move. First and foremost she was her fathers' daughter, and she would honor him until the end. This beast would not get the satisfaction of knowing that he was the one that broke her. She felt him touch her abdomen softly and inside she cried, but she would not falter she would not allow one tear or a hint thereof to fall. Closing her eyes she willed him to disappear as his hands roamed absently higher touching everything with in its path.

He tried to contain himself to maintain some appearance of being in control, but the truth was he wanted this woman more than he had ever wanted any Ninjen. He could sense that she was fighting against herself to not enjoy what he was going to do to her. He could see it in her eyes the determination and steadfastness that had drawn him to her. `Fight little one, fight.' He thought with a smirk as he dragged his claws slowly up the front of her chest to rest underneath her succulent breast.

Bending down a little he leaned in and slowly inhaled the aroma that radiated off the girl in thick waves. He would enjoy this, but first he would make sure that she enjoyed herself regardless of whether she wanted to or not. Wrapping one arm around her waist he picked her up and pulled her to him so that her breast was with in grasping distance of his teeth without him having to bend down. “Don't worry, I'll be gentle.” He whispered.

Feeling his arms close in around her she wanted to lash out, kick, bite anything that would get him off of her, but she couldn't do anything except blink and pray, and it was obvious that either praying wasn't working or she wasn't praying hard enough.

As his lips closed in on her neck she felt her skin tighten tremendously. Was it as recoiled by his touch as her soul was or was she hallucinating? She gritted down on her teeth and hung there locked in his grasp as he slowly licked and sucked on whatever part of her he chose to.

He slowly licked and kissed her collar bone then traveled down to her breast where her nipples betrayed her by hardening at the mere idea of his mouth touching them. He sucked it slowly, tenderly as if he was milking her.

Her spirit died just a little.

Switching to her other one he slowly licked up from the base of her breast to her nipple then back down, repeating this process until his tongue had covered the entire area. Only then did he try to swallow her nipple whole drawing as much as he could into his mouth before releasing it slowly, ending in a lingering lick.

`Kami, please make him stop! I don't deserve this…no one deserves this!' She pleaded as she felt his hand rub smoothly over her buttocks, `Miroku!' She screamed in her mind. What was he doing right now? Was he asleep, dreaming about her? Was he sitting up wishing that he were with her? Her thoughts stopped abruptly as she felt his hand travel down and betwixt her legs.

Letting his hand roam slowly in a downward fashion he used two fingers to part her lower lips. Gently he grasped a hold of her clitoris and softly massaged it, making sure to apply enough pressure to arouse her but not enough to do any damage or cause her any pain.

Every nerve in her body seemed to have awakened all at once as a wave of tingles like nothing she had ever felt before trickled up and down her spine and disbursed off into every inch of her body.

`Gotcha,' he thought as he listened to her breathing become erratic. His hands lingered around her opening playing in the juices that leaked out. Bringing his hand up to his mouth he slowly licked his fingers as he lowered her back to the ground so that she was standing on her feet again.

`This is not fair, please somebody…anybody make him stop!' She wept internally. The fact that his touch had aroused her body in such away scared the hell out of her and made her feel ashamed. She felt she had betrayed Miroku and the trust that he had in her. She felt her self being lowered to the ground and she prayed that this was it, that it was finally over but she also knew that her luck was not that good.

Walking around her he slowly allowed his claws to drag up her chest and over her shoulder. “Get on your knees.” He whispered as he trailed his clawed hands slowly down her back.

Her body obeyed his request, but her soul, her very being felt humiliated, victimized, and weak. She would have rather taken her own life than to subject her self to anymore of this torment, but there was nothing she could do accept comply.

Lowering himself behind her he took off his Haori and loosened the knot on his Hakama while running a single finger from front to back on the slit between her legs. Growling as if he was a hungry dog he scooted back a little then dove in with his mouth and tongue, licking and sucking on everything his tongue touched.

She felt him devouring her. Nibbling, sucking, and licking on everything that was private to her. Everything that told her she was a woman. She felt him spread her just a little right before he shoved his tongue into her, slurping up juices that shouldn't have been there. She could feel the tears pooling around her eyelids, but still she refused to cry. She was stronger than this…than him. She would not allow him to see her break down; she refused to give him that satisfaction, but this feeling what was it? Why did it feel…good? Why did it have to him and not Miroku showing her these things? `You will not win. I will not allow you to break me. I don't belong to you.' She repeated over and over in her head as her heart rate increased and she felt her body beginning to rock slightly against him. When she wanted it to move it wouldn't but now it seemed to move of it's own accord.

Slurping up the last of the demon slayer's juices he straightened his upper body so that he was merely kneeling behind her. Pushing his Hakama down so that they bunched around his knees he grasped a hold of his hard member and slowly stroked it as he gently rubbed her bottom with his free hand.

He had noticed that she unlike the others had not cried not once. As a matter of fact there had been very little emotion flaring with in her warm brown eyes. Outside of the hate and rage he saw with in them there hadn't been anything close to what he was use to seeing in his other victims, but he promised himself that he would make her moan, cry, and crave him before this was all said and done.

Using his free hand he pulled her back to meet him as he slowly rubbed the head of his member against the slit of her warm inviting cavern. Applying just enough pressure to unnerve her he pulled back and listened as she exhaled the breath she had been holding.

"You're going to love this." He whispered seductively.

Steadying her hips he lined up his shaft with her unused hole and slowly applied pressure as he began to slowly enter her. Relishing in the feel of the warm juices covering the head of his penis he remained still, wanting nothing more than to enjoy this moment, this feeling. After all he only needed one good thrust and she would be long to him.

“You fucking pervert!”

SIMONKAL OF INUY

“Damn, what in the hell did I eat?” He mumbled as he walked out of the forest headed back in the direction of his self appointed post. Feeling his stomach churn and twist he frowned and gritted down on his teeth as the bile from his stomach rose into the back of his throat.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he turned quickly and trotted towards the nearest bush. `I'll never eat ninjen food again!' He thought briefly as what was left of his stomach contents poured from his mouth like an overflowing dam.

He had been dozing lazily near the door of the hut when the first bout of diarrhea occurred but that was hours ago and since then he had been continuously running back and forth relieving himself. He always seemed to make it half way back to the hut before having to high tale it back into the forest to relieve himself once more. As weird as it was he was happy that it was coming out his mouth this time, because he didn't think his ass could take much more.

Wiping his brow he sighed exhaustedly as he looked up into the sky, “It's almost morning. Thank Kami because tomorrow definitely has to be a better day.”

Taking a deep breath he swallowed whatever was left in his mouth and almost gagged on taste of the bile that lingered, `water…got to get water.' He thought refusing to close his mouth for fear that the taste and the smell that was over whelming his nose would stay permanently.

Running off towards the river he slowed his pace as a familiar scent filtered into his nose, “Ayame…but why would she be out here?” Stepping back he hid behind the large trunk of a nearby tree. Under ordinary circumstances he would have never hidden, but he knew that at the sight of him she would become hysterical.

He stood there watching her and wanting nothing more than to pull her to him in a tight embrace. She was there a mere few feet away from him and he couldn't touch her, he couldn't speak to her. It tore at his heart, the idea that he may never get a chance to tell her that he was sorry, that he had been a foolish man, and that if he was given a chance just one chance he would make everything that happened to her go away, or he would at least try.

As she disappeared into the distance he caught a whiff of another scent lingering on her. `Wait a minute that's not one scent it's…it's that ninjen woman and…oh, Kami, what the hell is going on?' He questioned in his head as he turned in the direction of the river where the slayer's scent was strongest, “she's aroused?” He asked to no one in particular.

He knew something wasn't right because Miroku was staying with Inuyasha and the slayer was so up tight that it would have be a cold day in hell before she allowed anyone even the Monk for that matter to... He didn't want to think about it, he didn't want to believe what his gut was telling him. `He has her.'

Running as fast as he could towards the river he silently cursed every vulgar obscene word he could remember and when he ran out of them he made up some of his own.

As if he had just hit a brick wall he stopped suddenly and sniffed the air around him. `What the fuck! Not again! This mother fucker is out of his mind!' He thought viciously as he scented Sango's arousal mixed with that of the prick that raped Ayame.

Following her scent he slowly and quietly walked just within the forest that lined the river making sure that he didn't make a sound as not to alert anyone that he was there. His sensitive hearing could pick up movement coming from the rivers edge but there wasn't a voice that went along with it. Stopping he listened closer, he could hear the girls' breathing hitch then release he could hear her rapid heart beat and smell the fear radiating off of her.

Stepping out of the forest at first he didn't see them, but as soon as he turned to his left side the sight before him almost made him sick all over again.

Sango was stark naked down on her hands and knees in front of the Youkai whom knelt behind her with a snide expression on his face and one of his hands absently grasping his cock while the other caressed the girls' butt.

He stood there for a moment with his mouth agape. Sure he figured that they would be doing certain things but he never in a million years figured he would catch them in a position like this. Shaking his head he tried to see pass the positions of their bodies. This beast was the reason why Ayame would never have pups, why she would never be able to mate with him; this was the reason why she would eventually perish and he along with her.

His vision blurred and the hairs on the back of his neck started to stand on end, “You fucking pervert!” He yelled as he ran and leaped into the air his fist prepared to knock Jouyoku on his ass.

He heard the voice but he was too slow to react. The wolf youkai that he had disregarded earlier was charging at him and there wasn't a damn thing he could do as his fist connected with the side of his face.

Glancing down at Sango Kouga could barely contain his anger as he stalked up to the staggering youkai. “You fucker!” He hissed through clenched teeth as he kicked Jouyoku as hard as he possibly could in his side.

Jouyoku tried the get up, he tried to stand so that he could defend himself but with his pants down around his knees they hindered his movements causing him to stumble back then fall. The kick to his side knocked the wind out of him, but still that didn't stop him from gloating as he tried to regain his composure, “what, are you upset because your bitch wants me?”

“Shut the fuck up!” Kouga screamed as he lifted his foot and stomped on Jouyoku's chest. Refusing to give him anytime to re-act Kouga lowered himself so that he was almost straddling his waist and began to pound on his face. “You stupid son of a bitch, who in the fuck do you think you are? I'll fucking kill you.” He growled between punches.

Pulling back out of sheer exhaustion Kouga looked down at the Youkai expecting to see blue and purple bruises maybe even swollen lumps and a few cuts. He knew he was hitting him with all of his strength, but there didn't appear to be a scratch on the youkai. “What in the hell are you?”

Slowly turning his head so that he was looking directly at Kouga, Jouyoku smirked, “I get it now…” Glancing down at the way the wolf was straddling his waist he continued, “You want me to fuck you, is that it? Did your bitch tell how she moaned and screamed for more? Did she tell how she practically begged me to `fuck' her again tonight?” There was some truth to his statement but it was said more for the purpose of getting under the wolf's skin.

“You sick fuck!” Kouga yelled as he leaped off of the Youkai. “Get the fuck up so I can finish you!” He hissed as he pulled a small katana he rarely used from his waist. Sure the words that had escaped the piss ants' lips bothered him, but not enough to cause him to rethink this altercation.

`I can't believe I let him surprise me! How did he know I was here?' He thought as he stood to his feet and glanced skyward. Noticing that the sun was beginning to rise he smirked at the Youkai in front of him, “some other time perhaps.” He stated nonchalantly as he tied his Hakama and dusted himself off. Glancing out the side of his eye at Sango, `I'm not done with you, woman.' He thought but didn't open his link to her as not to inform her of his intentions.

Realizing that this youkai was not about to fight him, Kouga charged him with his katana held high over his head, “you fucking coward!”

Turning his attention back the furious wolf youkai Jouyoku smirked as he allowed his body the dissolve into his mist form, “I said perhaps some other time”. He stated coolly as he floated away. He was fine with the wolf youkai calling him a coward, because he knew that he was anything but that. He knew the rising of sun would also mean the waking of the villagers and the other men that the woman, Sango traveled with so he didn't want to risk running into any of them until he had the Miko safely stored away.

Sheathing his katana he watched as the mist blended in with the first rays of daybreak, `you can run now, but I've got your fucking scent…I `will' find you.' Kouga thought his face sat in a deep scowl. Hearing movement behind him he turned and his heart sank.

Sango sat on the ground leaning up against the downed tree, her knees pulled up the her chest and her arms wrapped around them as if she was afraid that he was coming back. She thanked Kami that Kouga had come when he did, but she didn't want to rejoice for fear that this may be some cruel joke being played on her by the beast that had almost raped her. She sat there shaking afraid to move to look at anything but the river in front of her. `Miroku'

“Oi, a…are you alright?” Kouga asked quietly as he slowly walked up to the girl. He didn't want to get too close to her for fear that she would react in the same manner that Ayame had on their first encounter, so he stopped and quickly scented her. Sure he smelled the scent of the youkai all over her, but there wasn't anything permanent meaning he hadn't ejaculated within her, which also meant that she probably still held onto her virginity. `I got here in time.' He thought with a sigh of relief.

Picking up her yukata he walked over to her and knelt down, “I…I'm sorry.” He whispered sullenly as he wrapped the yukata around her shoulders.

She was afraid to look at him, afraid that he would disappear if she acknowledged him even a little. The air bit at her skin telling her she wasn't dreaming and still she didn't dare hope that this could be true.

Reaching over he turned her head so that she was looking at him, “its okay…you're safe now.”

Tears started to blur her vision as she heard his words filter into her mind, “safe” she whispered.

“Yeah, you're safe now.”

Throwing her arms around his neck she didn't care that she was still naked. She didn't care that he was not Miroku or Inuyasha. As her tears broke free trailing down her flushed cheeks all she could think about was that he had saved her…somebody had saved her.

He wasn't sure how to handle the situation so he allowed her to hold on to him for as long as she needed to.

Shortly there after he realized that she wasn't going to let go of him so he removed her Yukata from her shoulders and tied it underneath her arms so that it wrapped around her breast covering everything that no one but the Monk was suppose to see. Standing up he gently picked her up cradle style and felt her bury her face into the side of his neck as she quietly continued to sob. “I'll take you home, okay?”

As he ran he decided that maybe it was best if she was with the Monk since her emotional state was rather fragile to say the least. Veering from his intended path he headed towards Inuyasha's hut.

He had always hated when Kagome cried, but he never thought that this woman would have almost the same effect on him. The smell of her tears the sound of her quiet wails dug deep into his soul begging him to stop her. Glancing down at the girl as he leaped over a group of downed trees he whispered reassuringly, “don't worry, it's going to be find now…I promise…it'll be fine.”

She tightened her grip on him and willed herself to go back to the night before…before Ayame woke her up, before Kagome got hurt, before any of this happened. Realizing where Kouga was taking her, she almost told him not to for fear that the Monk would reject her, but she knew better. The Monk…her monk loved her, didn't he? So wouldn't he still love her? Would he still want to be with her?

Walking up the steps and into the hut Kouga noticed Inuyasha still laid unconscious on the pillows where they had laid him the night before. Scanning the area he didn't see the Monk right away so he shouted for him. A minute or two later he peeked out from behind what Kouga was sure was Inuyasha and Kagome's bedroom.

“Is everything alright?” Miroku asked sleepily while rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand.

Kouga didn't respond he just stood there with Sango still cradled in his arms.

Stretching his arms over his head the Houshi yawned and stretched his wary limbs. “You know that mat of theirs is pretty comfort…” He stated but stopped when his eyes came to rest on the girl held tightly in Kouga's arms. Narrowing his eyes he looked at Kouga then back down at the girl.

“What's going on here? And who's that?”

She wanted to look at him to jump down and run to him but she was afraid. She was afraid that once he found out what Ayame and that monster had done to her he wouldn't want her anymore, so she stayed quiet and refused to look in his direction. Right now she felt like Kouga was the only person she could depend on, he was the only person that had an idea of what she had just been through.

Feeling her tighten her hold on his neck Kouga looked away and at anything but the Houshi. He felt a little uneasy because of the way she was holding on to him but he had already decided that he was not going to let her go, at least not until he was sure she would be okay. Gently he squeezed the girls' side reassuring her that he still had her and she was still safe. “She…I found…she was…he tried…” as hard as he tried he couldn't find the right words to tell him what happened, `fuck'. Inhaling deeply he whispered, “S…she needs you.”

Miroku stared at what he could see of the girl and to be honest she looked no different than the millions of other girls that he had seen. Long black hair, tanned skin there was nothing about her that stood out to him. Although every fiber of his being told him he knew her and that he should take her from Kouga but he tried to ignore it.

“Okay, so what's wrong with her?” He asked as he reluctantly walked up to Kouga. `With my luck Sango will come bounding through the door as soon as I touch her.' He thought with a small smile. Eyeing Kouga he continued, “so are you going to tell me what happened?”

Kouga stood there speechless the Monk actually looked like he was scared to touch her. He wanted to tell him, `he found her by the river with the freak rapist, but I think I got there before he was able to do any permanent damage', but nothing came out. Not a whisper, not a sound escaped his lips as he swallowed hard and tried the keep his breathing even since he knew that was probably the only thing keeping the girl calm.

Annoyed with Kouga's lack of speech the Monk walked up to the girl and carefully pulled her air away from her face. “Oh, holy Buddha,” He gasped. “S…Sango?” He questioned more to him self than to the others. “What happened? Why is she wearing this? Why are you carrying her?” All these questioned passed his lips quietly as the truth reared its ugly head in his mind,`She was…he…r...raped…' He refused to finish that thought. Looking at Kouga with questioning eyes the Monk couldn't stop the ache that slowly started to build up with in his chest causing him to almost collapse.

Not knowing what else to say or do the wolf Youkai tried to hand Sango to him but she wouldn't relinquish her hold on his neck.

Noticing this Miroku tried to compose himself now was not the time to break down. If anything he needed to be strong for her…for Sango…for his love. Taking a deep breath he steadied his breathing and stepped up closer so that his body was touching her. Gently he began to smooth her hair back away from her face, “hey, it's me. You know I would never hurt you my love.” He whispered to her in a soft soothing voice.

Loosening her grasp on Kouga she slowly opened her eyes and turned her head so that she was looking at him, “M…Miroku.” She whispered as she broke down sobbing violently. Her almost naked body shaked and quivered as it was transferred to the Monks arms.

Taking her into his arms the Monk didn't know what to say, so he sat down exactly where he was standing and held her as she cried into his chest. He didn't know what to think. What was he suppose to do now? Had she been raped? How did Kouga find her? Pulling her closer to him he tried the shush her and tell her that everything was all right, but he knew in his heart it would be along time before everything was really alright.

“Miroku, he didn't…he didn't get a chance to…” Kouga tried to say but yet again he couldn't find the right words to tell him that his mate hadn't been raped just molested in the most obscene manner he had ever seen. “She won't turn out like Ayame, I scented her, and she should be fine.” He stuttered.

Gripping on to the front of Miroku's robes she mumbled incoherently, “I'm sorry, I tr…tried…tried to fight him…I did, but he…”

Not wanting to hear anymore the Monk shushed her again as he rubbed his hand gently up and down her back. Glancing up at Kouga with grateful eyes, he whispered, “thank you.”

Looking down at the two of them Kouga couldn't help but wish that somebody…anybody had saved Ayame that night. Turning to walk away with the intention of giving them some privacy, Kouga halted when he sensed movement from the Hanyou and a whisper that stopped him in his tracks.

“K...Kagome, please don't cry.” He pleaded softly his eyes still closed but his face was distorted as if he was feeling some kind of pain.

Sango didn't seem to notice nor did she quiet her cries but Miroku looked over at the Hanyou and watched as his eyes slowly opened. “He can smell Sango's tears and he thinks that it's Kagome.'

Slowly looking around the room he didn't know why he felt like something was wrong but the air around him reeked of sex and tears and…and shit. As his vision cleared he slowly pushed him self up into a seated position as he eyed the weeping slayer, `she smells like sex, tears and…what in the hell is going on?' He questioned to himself.

He would've asked but his throat was so dry that it hurt to even think about speaking. Sniffing the air again he searched for his reason for breathing. Realizing that he was in his home he looked towards their bedroom where her scent was strongest, but he knew she wasn't in there her scent was too old, `Where's Kagome?'

His body still felt fatigued, his shoulder ached from the slightest movement, and his head felt like someone was inside of it trying to beat their way out.

He wanted to go back to sleep, to the world draped in darkness where nothing bothered him, but he knew that was a futile want. It would have to wait at least until he got back to Kagome. Folding his arms across his chest he leaned against the wall behind him and suspiciously eyed the three people in front of him as he waited for someone to tell him exactly where in the hell Kagome was, why Sango smelled like sex and not Miroku, and just why in the hell did Kouga smell like shit.

Until Next Time…