InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Confrontation ❯ Cocoon ( Chapter 42 )

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Chapter 42: Cocoon

 

The monk sat vigil by the hanyou's side. They had found him lying on the ground his face buried in the dead leaves and sticks beside him. Blood, his blood covered the area.

 

When they initially found him they thought he was dead, but with a check of his vitals, Miroku found a pulse and a faint heartbeat. After carrying his battered body back to the house he stitched and bandage his friends' wounds as best he could.

 

Neither Kagome nor Sesshomaru was anywhere to be found, but neither was Jouyoku. He tried not to let his imagination run away with him, but how could he stop it?

 

His friend lay before him beaten and bruised, hanging on to life by a thin thread. The miko…the closest thing to a sister he ever had, gone…seemingly vanished. Dipping the cloth he had been using to clean the hanyou's lacerations in the bucket next to him, he sighed, `Surely `we' have pissed off the Gods above, because this life…this life that `we' live is not a fair one.'

 

Did the absence of the miko mean that all was lost? Did Inuyasha's condition mean that he had put up a good fight but lost? Did Sesshomaru's absence…did his absence mean that the dog lord had lost his fight as well, or was he giving chase? Was he trying to locate Kagome's whereabouts?

 

The Houshi shuddered, just the thought, the idea that maybe…perhaps that beast had taken her. Had beaten both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru…had won. What were they going to do? How would they as a group heal from this? What would his comrade do? Would he survive and if he did, would he ever be the same knowing that the woman he loved was gone…taken to a place…a world beyond their grasp…his grasp?

 

His soul wept tears that he could not. What would he say to him when…if he woke up?

 

Staring down at the Prince of dogs he closed his eyes. He no longer wanted to see the way his chest struggled to rise only to fall again. He didn't want to hear the wheezing sound of his haggard breathing. He didn't want to look upon his damaged body and soul that would never…could never truly heal from this battle…this fight…this lose.

 

`My friend I am so sorry.'

 

He wanted to pretend that none of this happened. He wished…hoped that he could go back to the days before Jouyoku…To the days when there was only Naraku, Hyoga, Kaguya, Menomaru, and even a pissed off Sesshomaru, but he knew these wants…these desires were childish at best. They had disposed of all of those demons, with the exception of one and he seemed to slowly be joining them or rather tolerating them as best he could.

 

Reaching over he dabbed some blood from the cut on the side of the hanyou's head.

 

`You don't deserve this. No one…no one deserves this.'

 

Looking over to his left side he glanced at his wife, who lay curled up in a tight ball. Though her eyes were closed he knew she wasn't sleeping.

 

When she had seen the blood around Inuyasha and no sight nor sound of her friend…her sister, she seemed to have a nervous break down. She didn't scream nor cry, she just collapsed to her knees staring, mouth agape. She didn't blink nor flinch only stared at the blood, the hanyou…the carnage.

 

He tried to talk to her, he had even asked her for help bringing Inuyasha inside but she just sat there as if in a daze. In the end he had to go back and retrieve her.

 

Sighing sadly, `What has this monster done to us?'

 

At one time she was so full of life, bold, mouthy, nothing less than a spitfire. Now she laid there an utter mess. Her mind muddled and bemused with thoughts of him, Jouyoku and no doubt what he was doing to her friend.

 

He wanted to take her in his arms and tell her that she no longer needed to fear him, but what good would that do? He had made the same promises to her that Inuyasha had made to Kagome and what difference did that make?

 

Hadn't she been brought to him in the arms of the wolf youkai, partially dressed and almost raped only a week or so ago? Hadn't he made passionate love to her? Hadn't he married her and made her an honest woman and still that monster owned a part of her…still that beast had made himself a home in her mind and in her soul.

 

`Will you ever…will `we' ever rebound from this?' He thought solemnly.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Stagnant darkness enveloped, immobilized, engulfed and surrounded him. There was no pain, no worries. There was no thoughts of betrayal or that all too consuming fear of being left alone again…alone in a world that hated him from the moment he took his first breath.

 

Yes, this world of darkness…of silence could be his home. He could stay here forever, stuck between here and there, wherever here and there was. Yet something called to him…screamed at him…shouted for him to MOVE!

 

`No'

 

He had searched for so long for this place that hugged him and held him as tight and as close as a lover would. This place is where he wanted to stay this is where he belonged, yes? Still the voices around him...the apparitions of people he should have known, voices he should have remembered screamed at him demanding he wake-up, demanding he stay with them.

 

`Why?'

 

He felt his new friend, his new lover push him forward then back again, it jostled him, toyed with him, then encircled him once again.

 

He floated effortlessly, with out care, with out reason.

 

The depth of the darkness above him…below him…on either side of him was bound by nothing and everything. He wanted to melt into it, he wanted to become one with every part of it, to rejoice in it. To be free from the agony of life and its disappointments, its fears, its fights…He wanted to be free from all restraints.

 

`Free'

 

Still there were the voices that raged on, screaming utter nonsense at him. He tried to ignore them…to silence them, but to no avail.

 

One voice softer than the others seemed to hold more power over him. It didn't scream, it didn't shout, it only pleaded…begged…whimpered his name repeatedly, telling him that he must come for her. He must not give up on her…on them…their future…himself.

 

`Future?'

 

It made no sense to him. Finally he had found the peace he had secretly sought for so long, finally he was happy, wasn't he? Was the pain not gone? Did the ache not fade? This world was where he belonged, did he not?

 

`Inuyasha' the feminine voice whispered as the voices around it grew louder more violent…more demanding!

 

Faces flashed through his head, melting into one another like a collage of beautiful colors. He saw vague forms with dark hair and dark eyes. He envisioned tall figures draped in silver and white. He watched red and green rays of sunlight blend in with the silver, then she came.

 

Her face was so close to his that he could have touched it, he supposed. She was beautiful, radiant, warm and inviting. She smiled at him…with him. Touched him, caressed him, and groomed him. She spoke to him though he did not understand exactly what was said.

 

In his mind he reached out to her, tried to pull her to him, but she vanished only to appear moments later with tears in her eyes. Her heart…her very soul seemed to be shattering right in front of him.

 

`Don't cry.'

 

At that moment for the briefest of seconds he wanted to save her, he wanted to heal the wounds inflicted on her, but who was she? Nothing made sense to him, not here, not in this dark mysterious place.

 

She looked behind her, and then back at him as if she was watching or waiting for someone. She mouthed something softly, she was telling him something, but what? What was she trying to say?

 

As she faded from his mind for the final time he felt her fingers brush delicately against his face.

 

All of a sudden it felt as if a large boulder had been placed on his chest, his eyes snapped open! Reality, his state of mind, and this world that he had welcomed became a nightmare, “Kagome!!”

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Racing through the forest Sesshomaru followed traces, remnants of the miko's scent. He cut down any and everything in his path. Trees, bushes, lesser youkai, humans, it didn't matter, if they hindered him for even a quarter of second he cut them…it down!

 

It was late into the night or was the early morning hours and still he refused to veer from his path! Her scent took him through trees up cliffs across what appeared to be a beach but he cared not, he paid no mind to it. His goal…his intention…his only destination the miko and the vile beast that had gone one-step too far.

 

He had watched them seemingly disappear right in front of him. Black smoke swirled around the two of them, beginning at Jouyoku's feet and ended at his head. He had seen the tears in the miko's eyes as she was pulled into the monsters' arms. He watched as her eyes became lifeless her body went limp and he could do nothing, with the purifying energy coursing through his veins.

 

When he realized what she was apologizing for it was too late! He was already frozen in place. It took everything in him not to fall to his knees or recoil from the smell of burnt flesh…his flesh that engulfed his senses. What in the hell was she thinking, doing something like that! What did she hope to gain?

 

`Surely she doesn't think that this will save Inuyasha or herself!'

 

By the time the pain subsided the both of them were gone leaving only traces of her scent…the scent he was now following. He had only spared a second to look down at his half-brother who lay helpless…weakened…beaten, and unconscious on the forest floor.

 

He remembered thinking, `This sure gives a new meaning to being a half-breed.' Sure he knew what a half-breed was, but what he didn't know…what he hadn't considered in all the time that he had lived was that half-breeds actually turned human on a particular night. Perhaps that's why it had come as such a surprise when he smelled Inuyasha's scent change so drastically. Unable to spare another moment lost in his thoughts of hanyou's turned human, he stored that information away for later contemplation as he took off at a break neck speed into the forest his whips at the ready.

 

Knowing that it was too late to turn back, he fought away the cold uncaring part of him that told him that this was not his fight. He ignored the part of him that demanded he go back to his mate.

 

If he did that, if he turned away without finding the miko…without gaining retribution for the damage done to his mate…without fulfilling the promise to the wolf youkai he knew he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

 

`That wretch!' He was still upset about what happened to Rin and he more than likely would be for a very long time. Now however, was not the time to think about it. With his brother out of commission per-say, was it not his duty to protect the miko? That was the rule, right? Was that not the reason he had tried to beat him to within an inch of his life? Pushing himself harder he crested the top of the cliff, `I will not make the same mistake he did!'

 

Stopping for just a moment he scented the area. “What kind of treachery is this?” He hissed. All at once it appeared that the scent that he had followed thus far had disbursed in all directions around him. Was he supposed to follow all of them? What if he followed the wrong one?

 

For the first time in his life he was utterly confused. If he went left when he was suppose to go right it could mean the end of the miko and the escape of that disgusting beast!

 

Running his hand over his face glanced to his left then to his right, `I don't have time for this!' Sparing on last moment he glanced towards the sky, `How is that possible? He couldn't have gone up there, or could he?'

 

Grunting, he dissolved into his energy form and soared into the sky creating a zigzag pattern as he covered the territory more swiftly.

 

To onlookers, it would have appeared to be a glowing ball or a small version of the sun just zipping back and forth across the sky, but only he knew that he was searching for the area…the vicinity in which her scent was strongest, or where it ended.

 

If he found an area where her scent was stronger that would tell him that she was definitely close in proximity to him. But if he found a place where her scent just stopped…vanished…disappeared that would tell him that there was some kind of barrier set up and most likely she was behind it with Jouyoku.

 

Should that be the case he would then be forced to retrieve the Tetsusaiga and induce the red blade that he had seen his brother use in order to bring down one of Naraku's barriers. In any case, he would be a lot closer to retrieving the girl and exacting his revenge.

 

As he scoured the area his attention kept being pulled in one particular direction, `Could it be?' Hovering over the area in question he noticed what looked like a rather drastic rise in the landscape.

 

Landing at the base of the small mountain he sniffed the air around him then began walking its perimeter. “No opening, how strange.” He whispered as if it really did confuse him. The fact that her scent seemed to diminish drastically at this point told him that more than likely this was the place surrounded by a weak barrier. Now the question was how would he get in.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Kagome knew she wasn't sleeping but she wasn't awake either. She could hear movement around her, but her eyes seemed to be glued shut or was it that her body was no longer obeying the orders given by her mind.

 

She tried to lift her arms, but it felt like they were chained to her sides though she didn't actually feel any chains around her wrists. She tried to turn her head towards the sounds around her but once again her body rejected her…ignored her.

 

She could only remember one other time feeling this way.

 

She had just gotten home from the feudal era after fighting Kageroumaru and Juuroumaru, two of Naraku's creations. The battle and the trek back to the well had taken such a toll on her that she immediately collapsed upon reaching her bed. She remembered lying there telling herself that she needed a go bathe, then study. She tried to push herself up off the bed but her body wouldn't move. She tried to call for her mother but no sound left her lips. It felt like some invisible force was holding her down.

 

The next morning she asked her mom about it and she remembered her saying, `Honey, that's nothing to worry about. It's just a restless spirit lying on top of you. They mean you no harm.'

 

Shaking those thoughts off she tried again to move but to no avail. She was quite certain that this time it was no spirit unless it's name was Jouyoku.

 

She felt as if her body was being submerged in some kind of liquid. It was warm and thick and it clung to her skin. `What is he doing to me?'

 

Almost immediately on contact with the solution her thoughts melted away. Replaced by touches and sensations that she had never fathomed existed.

 

She felt like there was hundreds of hands caressing, touching and stroking her. Soothing away every inch of tension in her body, making it so that her mind only focused on `it' on what `it' was promising her.

 

`What is this stuff?' She thought weakly as her soul shivered from the intimate touches.

 

Phantom hands raked soothingly over the skin of her legs up her calves to her thighs. Ghostly fingers walked slowly down the valley between the breasts to her stomach. She heard herself moan as her conscious mind sunk further beneath the blanket of desire that was enveloping her…Smothering her, making it so that she couldn't think of anything else.

 

It made her long for more. If this was to be her destiny then why not drown her self in this invisible ecstasy? Why not let this thing, whatever it was take her away from here? Why not let it erase her heartache and soothe her tortured soul?

 

Her mind became a bottomless barrel of sordid thoughts and desires.

 

Visions danced in her head of herself and someone…a faceless man. She was on her knees with him behind her. Sweat glistened on his brow as he pounded into her. She could hear a slapping sound as their bodies connected over and over again. He drove himself repeatedly deeper and deeper into her while she bucked back against him screaming for him to go faster, harder, and deeper.

 

`Fuck me! Please just fuck me!'

 

The scene changed, she was laying on her back on what appeared to be some kind of animal pelt. He was between her legs running his tongue ever so slowly up and down her slit. Her hips rose and fell against him as he teased her with his soft gentle touches. She felt two of his fore fingers slip slowly into her wet heated cave while he sucked gently yet aggressively on her nub causing her to gyrate viciously against his lips. She begged him with her hips to bring her to her end; to make this craving…this need go away.

 

`Please…I need more! Give me more!' She pleaded breathlessly.

 

Her head twisted back and forth as her mind and body became a muddled field of want, unquenchable agony, and insatiable desire.

 

It could've been a blink but all of a sudden she saw herself on her knees before him, her hands roamed slowly over his hips up his buttocks to the groove of his back. She pulled him to her while taking his thick throbbing manhood in her hand. Pumping it slowly up and down she brought it to her lips. Licking her tongue out she ran it from the base up the shaft to the delicate pink head before slowly swallowing every inch. The sensations of such an intimate act sent her nerves into overdrive. She sucked on him with wanton need. Possessively pumped him in and out of her mouth until he screamed her name and exploded in her mouth.

 

`Hmmm, more…please…more.' She moaned.

 

Falling back she watched as he descended on her. This feeling, this insatiable desire to be pleased, what was it? She could feel the slick wetness of her nest, and a pulse that vibrated through her demanding that it satisfy her.

 

She reached out for him, pulled him to her while hungrily positioning his member at her entrance. She rocked against him as he slid into her, while lifting her legs so that they lay comfortably over his shoulders.

 

The feeling this position brought her was nothing like she had ever felt. He drove her insane. Made it so that she couldn't think, couldn't see pass this need, this feeling that was running up and down her spine, making her abdomen burn with desire.

 

Turning her head from right to left then back again she gripped the fur of the pelt she was lying on while he dove into her repeatedly, pounding away her need to be pleased. She felt the heat in her abdomen become almost unbearable and then it happened…

 

She felt a million massive explosions happen all at once within her body. Her toes curled as stars swirled before her eyes. The ground seemed to have slipped from below her as her chest heaved up and down and her stomach did acrobatic flips. Her muscles twitched and convulsed involuntarily and still she begged…pleaded…demanded more.

 

Simonkal of Inuy

 

Jouyoku stood against the wall one leg bent behind him, his arms crossed comfortably across his chest.

 

Staring at her, he still found it hard to believe that she was here with him.

 

After leaving the dogs in the clearing he made sure that she was unconscious for their journey here.

 

Since she wasn't just something that he would feed on, he had to cleanse her, which meant washing away the person she was and basically replacing it with a female version of himself. He couldn't very well leave her the way she was, could he? He needed to have someone that would be able to match his sexual appetite, someone that would crave him instead of loathe him for what he was.

 

After laying his soon to be counterpart in the seduction serum he only had to wait a matter of moments before it started working.

 

He watched anxiously as she touched her self, running her hands down her chest to pluck at her nipples. He watched her other hand delve lower to her womanhood where she dipped her fingers repeatedly then brought them up to her mouth and began sucking hungrily, licking off every drop of her own juices.

 

The smell of her arousal almost knocked him over. He had known she was tempting, but the mixture of her sensuality, her power…her energy was almost unbearable.

 

`I made an excellent choice. Yes, yes I did.' He thought with a chuckle as he sensed her climax from the erotic dream he was sure she was having.

 

He remained where he was telling himself that he would not go to her. He would wait…He would be patient. Stilling his thoughts he gazed at her as she sat up abruptly her chest heaving up and down, her hair slicked back from the gel like substance she was laying in.

 

She gazed in his direction. Her eyes heavily shadowed by feelings of lust, desire, and a bottomless pit of passion. The innocent, naïve, and almost angelic miko were gone, replaced by this woman with a voracious sexual appetite. She was now insatiable, needing only to be pleased, only seeking to recreate the feelings brought on from the bath, or time spent within her cocoon.

 

He knew that at this point she would fuck any and everything that came across her path. Much like he, except she didn't care whether the object of her desire was touched or untouched. She didn't care what he looked like or smelled like as long as he brought her to her end…As long as he made her cum.

 

`Thank god she'll be locked away.' He thought as he watched her step slowly over the edge of the large basin and onto the floor. `Even the manner in which she moves is more erotic.' He watched her stretch slowly then run her hands down and over her chest to her hips where she left them.

 

They stood there staring at each other for a long moment, before she slowly licked her lips and smiled seductively at him.

 

“Mine” She whispered as she softly bit her bottom lip.

 

“My god.” He whispered.

 

Her perfectly round breasts sat high on her chest. Beautiful erect pink nipples stared at him…calling to him…taunting him. Her skin glistened from the sheen of the transformation gel as the leftover solution dripped down and over her womanly hips.

 

“That hanyou…so stupid.” He mumbled as his eyes traveled further south to the soft dark curls of her nest. Licking his lips he regained his composure as she slowly began to approach him. “What do you want?” He asked softly, his eyes trained on hers.

 

Stepping forward, she aggressively grabbed him through his hakama, “I want this,” she whispered while taking another step towards him, “inside me,” another step forward, her nipples brushing delicately against his chest she finished, “Now,” while wrapping her leg around his hip.

 

Until Next Time…(Your reviews are always appreciated!!)