InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Demon Slayer Sango ❯ Chapter 11 ( Chapter 11 )

Chapter 11

 

"First you weave the stem in like this and then pull it through-- be careful not to damage the petals." Sango sat with Rin in the garden west of the inu palace amidst a pile of freshly cut flowers in several shades. Yoshiro had come just that morning to bring her to the inuyoukai palace according to his master's directions. She'd had just enough time to set her belongings down in her room when Rin came bouncing in, babbling about how she wanted flowers in her hair for the feast of the full moon. The event would take place the next evening and already Sango could sense the whole palace buzzing with activity.

 

After much cajoling the taijiya agreed to help the spirited girl weave an appropriate wreath. Now they sat together in a pleasant part of the garden working and enjoying the sunlight. Riotously beautiful botanical sights surrounded them. 'Who new youkai had such an appreciation for cultivated beauty?' After some time a lovely little crown of flowers was completed that Rin could model in her dark shiny tresses.

 

Sango remembered how startled she had been after Yoshiro appeared at her door that morning to escort her. He'd bowed low to her and used the salutation "Huntress-sama", and for the entire trip to the inuyoukai palace behaved in a distinctly reverential manner by inquiring frequently as to her comfort and needs along the way. Usually the conceited court messenger seemed barely able to tolerate her presence, and would half drag her along in an attempt to complete his task as quickly as possible. However that morning he had behaved in a totally different, highly protective way, making Sango believe he would fight for her life on their journey should the need arise.

 

When she pressed him on his change of attitude Yoshiro declined to explain, leaving her to assume it had something to do with the budding relationship between herself and Sesshomaru. She wondered how many at the inuyoukai court knew about them, and on arrival at the ancient fortress started to realize that most everyone seemed to have at least an inkling. Gone were the hostile stares and condescending sniffs when she passed them in the corridors, and inu courtiers and servants alike regarded her with a wary curiosity. Many deferred to her with hasty but respectful bows.

 

"Have you picked out a kimono to wear to the festival yet, Rin-chan?"

 

"Not yet, I want you to help me. Hisako always picks the heaviest, ugliest things for me to wear."

 

"Well, she probably wants to make sure you aren't in danger of catching cold."

 

"Still, I want you to help me this time. We should make a wreath for you too, Sango-san. We will attend as sisters..." Rin looked up and gasped. "Oh! Its Sesshomaru-sama!" Sango watched as the girl suddenly rushed away to install herself at the side of her calm, indifferent protector who approached from the main building. Sango felt her heart beat hard and a tingle flow through her body while watching him walk toward them at his usual upright and measured pace. It had been just two days since their parting on the north road but to Sango it had seemed like an eternity. He had been on her mind constantly since her arrival at the palace, and now here he was-- so powerful, so beautiful. She found it an effort to remain composed, wanting desperately to run and slip herself into his arms.

 

"Sesshomaru-sama! I'm so excited about the festival tomorrow, Sango said she would help me pick out a kimono to wear. And look! She helped me to make this pretty flower wreath. Don't you like it, lord Sesshomaru? I will make one for her and then we will be the same! Sess-sama, would you like one as well?"

 

The calmness of her protector's demeanor did not waver while he scanned the floral crown atop his ward's head, and he made no expression or comment. Both young women had come to learn that this could mean anything from delight to extreme displeasure on his part and Rin was not discouraged by his silence. She adored her Sesshomaru-sama, and had learned to take his silences in stride. He then looked up and stared at Sango for a few moments before returning his attention to Rin. He spoke plainly.

 

"I understand you have not learned the latest set of characters Hisako has assigned you. You will not attend the feast until I have proof that you have learned them, Rin. I suggest you go to your rooms and study."

 

"But lord Sesshomaru--"

 

"Do as you are told," he said flatly. Rin did not protest further. What her lord said was law. She skipped away, leaving the two adults staring at each other across a patch of white flowers. Sango stood and closed the distance between them while experiencing the familiar shyness she felt whenever he stared at her. Not knowing what to do with her hands, she nervously placed them behind her back.

 

"Why did you send her away like that? She was enjoying herself."

 

"The child must learn discipline. Hisako lets her run wild. It falls on me to correct the situation." His cool demeanor did not change as he spoke, although Sango could detect a hint of tenderness in his eyes. Wordlessly, they moved closer.

 

"Rin worships you," said Sango.

 

"Does she? Well, she could do worse." He relaxed his indifferent mask to show he approved of their current closeness. "There is also the fact that I wanted you to myself. It is my wish to be alone with you, exterminator." He spoke quietly, and his low voice fell on her ear sweetly. Sango smiled and reached reached out to trail an index finger across the inside of his wrist, then down into the center of his palm. She had learned that touching him this way brought out a significant reaction in her normally perfectly composed prince. His eyes glittered and he shifted his stance somewhat.

 

"Have I gained your attention, lord Sesshomaru?" she asked seductively, her eyes full of mischief and passion.

 

"You know you have," he said through clenched teeth. One touch, it was all it took to have him nearly falling at her feet. Knowing that she understood him pleased Sesshomaru but also made him wary. How could this creature, this human girl have such power? No one controlled the Lord of the Western lands save himself, but this taijiya was quickly making a farce out of that rule. He followed her to a far corner of the garden where an area of walled paths and old tree growth promised seclusion. His mouth began to water as he watched her curvaceous hips sway enticingly in front of him.

 

When they turned the corner and stepped into the space of an abundant walled garden, Sango raised her arms and pulled him close to her body. Sesshomaru trailed his fingers through her glossy tresses and noted with pleasure the sweetness of her scent and the way her body molded to his own as if she were made for him. He embraced her, nuzzling and kissing her neck and temple.

 

"Are you pleased to have returned to me?" He whispered into her hair.

 

Her head swam with anticipation. "Of course I am. I couldn't wait to come back." Satisfied with her answer, the demon lord eased her back against a smooth stone wall and lifted her chin. He leaned in and kissed her, using his tongue to part her lips and draw out her passion as he tasted and caressed her depths. Satisfied with the gentle sighs this produced, he then slid his lips across her jaw and over to the patch of tender flesh below her ear to begin a gentle kissing and licking. Sesshomaru had discovered this to be one of her most sensitive places, and the groan of desire she issued while he teased her there confirmed it.

 

"Do you want me?" Hot kisses trailed down her neck.

 

"Yesss!" she hissed, and turned her head aside to allow him more access.

 

"Say it."

 

"I want you, Sesshomaru...gods, I want you..." Her fingers bunched and twisted in his hair as he returned to her sensitive spot, nipping and kissing. She moaned and pushed her hips forward, seeking him.

 

"Say you belong to me (kiss). Say it (kiss) wench." His fangs now grazed over the exposed flesh at the swell of her breast. He did not puncture her, but scraped lightly only to test the resistance of her skin. His hands traced the curve of her hips.

 

"I belong to you...ah!" His teasing began to become like torture. Sweet, aching torture.

 

He paused to look into her eyes. 'Beautiful.' He stepped back and she fell on him, tugging and pulling at his fine silk clothing. He allowed her do as she wanted and watched as she carefully but quickly laid aside his white fur and then untied the heavy blue and gold sash that held his two swords. He set them aside and then helped her with his armor.

 

The urgency of her movements and her scent spoke of a deep yearning for him. His youki began to rise within as he responded to her call, and his eyes flashed red. The unrestrained demon inside him now wanted to ravish her, to devour everything she had to give, and to push them the utmost limits of her endurance. Even in the grip of passion Sesshomaru was still able to reason that a rough approach might succeed in slaking his desire for her body, but would probably defeat his ultimate goal. He wanted to enjoy every bit of passion she had to give him, and rutting alone most likely would not accomplish that. He wanted to hear her sigh and moan beneath him, to feel her body quiver under his hands. Deliberate, careful exploration was best way to achieve this, he concluded.

 

"You will leave me one day, and I will cry," she whispered while undressing him. A slight brush of his hand against her bare thigh made the taijiya jump. He had quickly removed the light yukata she wore and tossed it aside.

 

"What is this you are saying? I have claimed you as my own. I cannot leave."

 

Sango had a sudden premonition that something would separate them and now wanted reassurance. "Say that you won't. Say that you won't leave." She looked up at him, pleading. His eyes were still. "Say it, Sesshomaru."

 

"You give orders to me, woman?" he asked.

 

"I do, my lord." Her hand slipped inside his kimono and caressed the bare skin of his abdomen. He took a sharp breath. Her touch had a marked effect on him.

 

"I will not leave you. Not now, not in the foreseeable future. Now get to your knees with your recklessness." Sango obeyed and welcomed the touch of his fingers in her hair as he stroked her head. She could see the outline of his hard manhood. He reached for her creamy, feminine body and knelt down. Pushing her back, Sesshomaru began to explore with his hands, seeking all the hidden places that drove her to the heights of ecstasy. Soon they were entangled in passion, naked together and writhing on the ground.

 

Sesshomaru found after a while that he had to cover her mouth with his hand to quiet her screams. They were close enough to the main building to alarm any suspicious guards and send them running if trouble were suspected. He rocked her hips with his own as he held her wrists over her head, thrusting into her core repeatedly in search of that precious vibration that meant her orgasm. 'She fits me perfectly. The sensation is incredible, unreal,' he observed in a haze of lust.

 

After her first climax Sesshomaru increased the pace and began pounding, his youki emerging as he raised her legs over his shoulders. She dug her fingers into the ground, screeching and wild herself as he took her on the cold ground, their bodies slapping together in sensual abandon. It went on for a very long time. Youkai were known for their endurance when it came to sex and Sesshomaru was no exception. He delighted in her stamina, finding that she could tolerate him as long or longer than a demoness of similar build and age. He rolled her onto her knees and positioned himself behind her. Placing his hands on her hips he drew her back onto his swollen cock, and began to pump her depths, rocking her back and forth over his hardness.

 

Sango eventually came a second and then a third time with him. She moaned deep from her belly and rolled her head back and forth in ecstasy. By the time it all ended she was spent from the intensity, and had to shake her head to be sure she was fully conscious.

 

"You are a demon, I am convinced of it," breathed Sesshomaru, panting hard from the exertion. He had sprawled next to her, his white hair fanned out around them like a feathery cloud. She had gone with him very far indeed, once again enduring his powerful need with ease. It surprised him every time.

 

Sango laughed weakly and threw an arm over him. "You wish I was, my lord."

 

"I do wish." He turned to face her. 'If only she were inuyoukai,' he thought. 'Then this mating business would be simple. She has the poise, the strength, the character...'

 

If Sango were inuyoukai Sesshomaru would not hesitate to take her as his mate, he knew this now. She would bear his pups, assume the title Lady of the West and stay beside him as caretaker of his household and family. Already she was a lover so perfectly suited to his needs that it seemed the gods had sent her just for him. No demoness satisfied him the way this amazing human woman seemed to do.

 

The sobering fact remained however that she was not inuyoukai. It displeased him to have to discuss his predicament with her, planning to let events speak for themselves once they played out. But now he saw that it was necessary to speak his mind.

 

"Sango, there is something I must tell you." His voice became somber, and they sat up together. Sango noticed a gravity in his tone and moved closer.

 

"What is it, my lord?"

 

"Tomorrow night, at the festival. Something is going to happen. It involves...dynastic matters and the inuyoukai as a people."

 

"What does that mean?" she asked. Sango understood what the word 'dynastic' meant, but wondered what it had to do with the two of them.

 

"The time has come for me to choose a mate and produce an heir for this territory. Tomorrow night I begin the process of courtship and claiming, which will lead to what you humans call marriage. It must be with an inuyoukai female, preferably a noble demoness of appropriate bloodline and social status." He had no idea how this news would affect Sango and frankly had not considered it until now. What was between them was entirely unconnected to this particular issue, at least from his point of view.

 

"What is this? What are you saying?" She faced him. A knot of dread began to ball itself in the pit of her stomach. It grew larger and larger as he continued to explain.

 

"I must mate, Sango. I need an heir, a son. If I were to die and leave no one in place to inherit the territory, it could fall apart. Tomorrow night on my instruction a number of demonesses will be present at the festival for the purpose of courtship. I have already chosen who I intend to mate so it is simply ceremony at this point, but still necessary."

 

Sango didn't know what to say. All she felt was a terrible heaviness in her chest as if she were losing something precious. "Already chosen? What? Wh-what about this, Sesshomaru, what about the two of us?" A wave of panic flashed through her.

 

"What about it? It won't change anything." He stood up and began to dress, apparently unaware of her inner turmoil. Sango rose as well and reached for her robe. Something had been nagging at the back of her mind and now came painfully to the surface.

 

"You need an heir, a youkai son. A youkai..."

 

He blinked slowly as he turned to her face her again. Draping the luxurious white pelt over his shoulders, he spoke. "The Western Lands require an heir for survival. It falls to me to produce one."

 

"And a half-demon son or daughter would be unacceptable...at least to you..." Her face began to flush red as she began to understand. Sesshomaru despised humans. So much that he would never consider mating or producing a child with one. With her.

 

"I cannot provide a hanyou to this territory." Sango got up and staggered back as if in shock. She looked at him warily. "What is it girl?" He began to become impatient but stood stock still, calm and upright.

 

She shook her head. "How could I have been so stupid? How could I? Oh gods!..." She looked up to the sky seeking answers but found none. Turning, she faced him. A deep sense of shame and sadness began to wash over her as things became starkly clear. "I am human, I am less than you, that is what you believe isn't it? You meant only to take and take from me...I have been nothing but a fuck for you, haven't I Sesshomaru? An exotic curiosity?" Anger seeped into her tone.

 

"What are you saying woman? You have seemed content until now." He betrayed the barest hint of confusion in his eyes and voice. "What did you expect from this arrangement?"

 

Sango took a deep breath and steeled herself. It didn't keep her voice from breaking as she spoke her next words. "N-nothing. I expect nothing from you, you heartless demon! I need to go. I need to get out of here..." She turned and ran, not knowing her direction, only knowing she needed to get away from him.

 

 

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Sesshomaru found her in the hallway leading to her rooms. Seeing him approach she began to run but he caught her easily and took her wrist firmly in his grasp. "We need to converse exterminator," he said cooly. His grip on her was like iron and Sango could only give in while he pushed her into the room while closing the door behind them.

 

"You seem to misunderstand the nature of our liaison," he said directly.

 

"I-I thought I did understand. I suppose things have changed for me. I am in love with you now. Can you tell me, what is it you really want from me, Sesshomaru? Why have you been with me? Was it only to sleep with me?" She sincerely wanted to know, to understand if this was all a matter of imbalance of emotion, with her carrying most of the feelings.

 

"I find you...of interest," he said noncommitally.

 

"Of interest? As a piece of property? Yes, that is what I am to you...simply an item for your use!" Her face grew serious. She was now beginning to understand what his claim on her might actually mean. The news that he would take a mate had set her mind spinning, and the ramifications were just now starting to become clear to her.

 

Sango admitted to herself and to him that she was now deeply in love. She wondered how it could have happened so easily, believing herself to have been in firm control of her emotions. He had swept her off her feet with his sensuality, his intelligence and his power. And she had been a willing and eager participant, allowing herself to become blind to the dangers of letting her guard down too much.

 

She had known what Sesshomaru was, what his limits were likely to be when it came to her emotionally. And yet here she was, furious that he would dare to take a mate. It stung her to the core and made her see that she had not been in control at all. This was the worst possible news. Hadn't Miroku crushed her happiness by insisting on relationships with other women? Was this not another form of that betrayal? Memories of their breakup came forth in her mind. 'It can't be happening again. Please, no.'

 

"If you wish to know whether or not I see you as a servant I can say definitively that you are not. You have a unique place here. I do not expect what is between us to change after I have taken a mate."

 

"But what about her?" she asked, referring to his future Lady. "What about what she wants. Surely a noble demoness would not approve of your having a mistress, she would want you to herself." 'As I do,' she thought, her heart breaking. Sango could not believe she was actually considering being his mistress even if only for an instant and quickly banished the thought from her head.

 

He began to grow impatient with her strange behavior. He quickly came to a decision. "Sango stop this. You will come live at court, I wish it. You will be made comfortable and have your needs looked after. Things will be as before between us." He took a step toward her but she withdrew.

 

"What?" she asked, creeping backwards away from him.

 

He stopped his advance. "I desire that you stop this ridiculous behavior. Also you must cease demon hunting and remain here at the inuyoukai palace under my protection. If it eases your mind I will make appropriate accommodation to separate you from my future mate when and where possible."

 

What was he saying? Was he suggesting-- "B-but I can't do that. I can't leave my work. It is all I have, you know that." Seeing what he planned to do, she began to panic. "Oh please Sesshomaru, please don't--" she begged him.

 

"After the feast you will relinquish these ridiculous objects and take your place." He indicated her armor and Hiraikotsu. "I have made my decision."

 

"What about what I want?" She was becoming frantic.

 

"You belong to me, girl. You must obey," his tone was flat and final, his surface demeanor indifferent.

 

"I do not! I will not!" She shouted at him. Her fists tightened and she drew up to her full stature, which was still considerably less than his. "Not when it comes to this, Sesshomaru. I have a duty to those people. I can't just abandon the villagers on your whim! Who will keep down the youkai who seek to murder them and ravage their homes and crops?...And you want me to serve as your bed toy! Your occasional fuck to be hidden away in the corners of this forsaken place and whispered about behind my back by these spoiled dog demons? And when you tire of me what happens then, Sesshomaru? Will I be poisoned? Will you snap my neck and toss me in the river? Will you throw me to your warriors for sport!" She shook her head emphatically. "NO! I won't! I have more respect for myself than that!" she spat her words out and paced about, stomping the ground with her foot.

 

Sesshomaru remained calm and silently observed her display. When he concluded she had finished he spoke evenly. "You will do as I say, woman. This conversation is over. I have no desire to belabor these points." He began to turn away and leave. "This is becoming tiresome. You will need to collect yourself before going again to Rin."

 

"I am nothing more to you than a willing lay, a plaything and yet you want to take away what means the most to me in the world! My life's work! How dare you, you bastard!" She refused to relent, intending to have it out with him.

 

With a blinding burst of speed he was suddenly on her, clawed fingers wrapping tight around her neck. He snarled with deadly ferocity and bared his fangs, his patience at an end. She would now see his displeasure. He then spoke slowly and clearly, his tone dripping with malice. "Do not forget that you wanted me to bed you, huntress. You came to me and I agreed to it. You are now my property, to do with as I please. You accepted it." He sniffed the air around them. "You want me even now... I can sense it, yes." Danger lurked in his eyes, and Sango felt a cold fear begin to take shape inside her as he did not decrease the pressure on her slender throat. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the wall.

 

"You would resort to rape, Sesshomaru? Is that the beast you are?" she managed to speak in a strained voice.

 

"I am what I want to be, Sango. You must not forget that." She next felt him ripping at the hem of her robe with his claws, finally releasing her from the hold he had on her neck.

 

"You want me, I can smell it." He growled and began to suck at her exposed, reddened throat. "Your body hungers for me, doesn't it girl?" Gathering her hair in his hand he pulled sharply. She winced although there was little pain. "What an insatiable wench you are. You want me between your legs night and day, don't you? You can't get enough of my cock inside you, can you Sango..." he began to moan into her ear. "What a lusty, hot little bitch you are, it pleases me." His fingers stroked her face, and she tried to struggle but realized it was futile. A searching tongue then began to slaver at her bare breast. He pulled her hair. His eyes shone red and he sucked hungrily at her exposed nipple, causing an involuntary shudder to course through her body, and a moan escaped her lips. She hated herself for responding to him and tried to resist, but could not escape. His crudeness shocked her.

 

In truth Sesshomaru had no intent to force himself on her. He had merely lost patience with her relentless ranting and wanted her to understand what he was capable of. She needed to be taught a lesson. She needed to learn obedience. He did not want to hurt her, and already started to ease his grip on her body.

 

"You are nothing more than an animal! How can you say such horrible things after what we've shared? This must be what you really are-- nothing but a monster! You might have my body but you will take nothing else!" He caressed her with his free hand through her robe as he pressed her against the wall. She felt his hips begin to grind against her, though not harshly and another guttural moan escaped his throat. Her body defied her, and she trembled under his searching hands. Sango fought back with words. "Inuyasha is so much more than you will ever be! He cares about others, he respects his friends, his wife!" She began to sob in frustration and sadness. It wasn't supposed to be this way, not with her precious youkai lord.

 

"Shut your mouth you insolent bitch!" He pushed her away roughly, sending her into a sobbing heap on the floor in front of him. Her words cut him to the core and he reacted in anger. Any thoughts he had of easing her distress now flew out of his mind. How dare she compare him to that fool Inuyasha? He began to pace.

 

"Then why come to my bed instead of his, Sango? Why seek comfort in my arms when he was right in front of you? And don't tell me it is because of the priestess. I have observed the way he looks at you. At one word he would take you behind that hovel he calls a home and rut you into oblivion. If he is so much better than me then go to him!" The demon lord's composed demeanor had been abandoned long ago and he spat his words out at her.

 

Sango wanted to strike him. "How dare you speak such vile trash!"

 

He began to pace again. "You will come to the feast. You will watch me court the demoness, and watch her accept me as her betrothed. After I retire you will be brought to my bed and we will enjoy one another."

 

She began to cry uncontrollably and her shoulders shook with despair. How could this be happening? How could he be so uncaring, so cold?

 

"What has happened? Sesshomaru, why! Why do this to me?"

 

"Because I must." He turned and swept out of the room.