InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Numbing the Pain ❯ Curtain Call ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

The spacious room she woke to had not been studied at all the previous day. The couple had landed on the wrap around balcony on the western wall of the room. It overlooked the colourful gardens below with a small pond filled with koi fish. Immediately entering the room the woman was pulled to an oversized soft futon. The usual bed was even with the floor because of the pit it was placed in. Beside them the fire flickered over the sweat covered forms, making the sheen glisten in the orange glow. They spent the entire day and evening together in the luxurious room decorated with only the best that money could buy. Her attention wasn’t allowed to wonder past pleasuring the beast that she had taken as her mate and seeking sleep between their short breaks. Water were usually given to her after waking up from a watering jar placed within reach and food was supplied usually when she needed just after waking. His need that night wasn’t sated easily though and not once did he let her dominate him. As the sun crept over the horizon she was woken by a soft knock at the door. Growling came from the form she was huddled against for his warmth. The room was just a bit cool and the tangle of blankets were scattered to dangle over the edges of the bed to flow to the floor. Too lazy by their last bout she simple tucked her body around the inu and fell asleep soundly. With the knock she was up in an instant not wishing someone to see her indecent state. The inu however clasped his arms around her and held her still.
“Sesshomaru someone’s coming,” she hissed wiggling in his naked grasp.
“Not likely,” he rolled over to pin her beneath him with his weight, “they fear disturbing me.”
Kagome gulped at the sight of his heavy lust filling his eyes: “Haven’t you had enough yet?”
“Of course not,” he growled huskily, “and I doubt I ever will.”
To prove his point the inu ground into the woman forcefully extracting the mew that resonated in his ears. His mere gesture caused an increase in her arousal. He didn’t intend to take the miko, there were things that had to be prepared for the evening but he refused to let his morning erection go to waste. She was his and so it was her duty to take care of him and all his needs. Prodding her gently with the head of his member he found her folds slick, as if waiting for him. It didn’t shock him that she was already eager for him trying to thrust onto the rod that teased her so. A light chuckle filled her ears as he pushed her firmly into the mattress stopping her motions.
“What do you want?” he interrogated her with her low baritone voice husky with desire and mischief.
“You,” she managed out reaching tucking her arms around the back of his head.
The inu smirked and let her pull him to seal their lips together. Tongues clashed while his fingers slipped to find her treasure. The pads finding the little bead. When her gasp emitted from her mouth he pulled away. His fingers stopped and he waited looking down to the angel in his arms.
“What do you want from me?”
The pleading in her eyes told him of her lust, her desire, her want, but he needed her to voice it. His beast relished in the words she murmured to him during his dominant act.
“Please Sesshomaru,” she begged for him not to make her voice the pleasure she sought but also to receive the pleasure. His determined look made her submit, “I want you inside pounding me into oblivion.”
A growling pleased purr vibrated through his chest as he positioned himself before her. With a slow thrust forward he buried himself to the hilt and the disappointed groan told him the woman wasn’t pleased with the agonizing pace. Aware that there wasn’t much time he decided not to tease and with his next thrust forward he began to pound into the woman. Harder and harder he drove into the tight walls until they convulsed in a strong hug. Each stroke forced her deeper into the mattress shifting the weight of her breasts back and forth. The long legs around his waist clasped firmly around him as she screamed and he joined her a moment later.
When their bodies and breathing had settled down he crawled down her body to the swollen belly. Kagome giggled when the silver mass of hair dragged over her skin in feathery wisps. He laid an ear against the bump and listened keenly. Beneath the gurgling sounds of her body he could pick up the beat of the pup’s heart. An instant later he could hear a bit of movement as limbs moved within the womb. It wouldn’t be too long before the pup would be introduced into this world. Not really sure why, he grew excited about the prospect of having a pup of his own. Although he loved his ward dearly he still long to hold a being carrying his own blood. More than anything he was proud to have the miko baring his pup. Just as he was pulling away he inhaled deeply at the scent he picked up from the woman.
“The pup is not hanyou,” he stated curiously propping his weight on his hands posed on the mattress along each of her sides.
“What?” she only caught a piece of the statement and wasn’t sure if she had heard what she thought he had said.
“The scent is that of a pure inu pup,” he explained.
“But…”
“Later, worry about it later,” his interruption was accompanied by his rising.
K agome looked down at the elegant kimono placed purposefully on the bed, spreading out to show the detail of the material. Obviously it cost quite the pretty penny. From the fine rare silk of the kimono to the jewelled accessories resting also on the bed, everything screamed rich.
“Do you like it?” a voice interrupted her thoughts and concerns.
“It’s beautiful but I can’t wear that,” she explained turning to the inu behind her.
“Why not?” his snapped filled immediately with anger.
“Because I’m not pretty enough to wear something so elegant, and I am a common peasant and don’t deserve such lovely, expensive robes.”
“You forget that you have status as a miko and now even more as this Sesshomaru’s mate. As such you are required to show status in your clothing. It would a disgrace for the Lady of the West to be dressed in anything less than what this Sesshomaru can afford for you. Now dress and prepare so you can be introduced.”
“Uh…” her eyes were lost in anxiety, “Sesshomaru what if I do something wrong?”
“I’ll be next to you the entire time,” he comforted her with his words and the contact of the hug he had learnt from her. “You’ll do fine.”
A maid walked in at that moment and lowered her head until she was told otherwise.
“Help the lady dress,” the inu order after placing a kiss chaste kiss on the miko’s soft lips.
He stepped away as the maid moved to assist his mate with disrobing from the light yukata she had slipped on after their little morning bout.
“Wait I can do this on my own,” the miko cried out looking to the inu.
The maid bowed her head and stepped away at the new order. Sesshomaru looked the woman over and thought for a moment. It had slipped his mind that the miko wasn’t use to the life of the rich and she wasn’t one to take advantage of the luxuries that wealth brought. This made him think further on the topic. His mate wouldn’t be impressed by expensive jewels, kimonos, and other such items he could obtain. He would have to find other things that would show her he was capable of bring her happiness. But the challenge was welcomed by his beast; he didn’t want a mere woman who could be pleased easily.
“Kagome allow her to stay in case you need anything,” he offered instead.
She nodded and watched as he exited the room leaving her behind to see to the rest of the preparations for that night’s ceremony. He was a distraction and with him away she could focus on dressing.
L ooking at the pale, clawed, open hand extended towards her the miko gulped. Kagome reached out and placed her own delicate slender hand in the large masculine one. At the smallest touch he clasped a tight grip around the appendage in a way that told the miko he wouldn’t have let her say no to the vow made before the court. He was never going to let her go.
“I swear to honour you my lord,” she recited obediently as she took a step up to the platform he stood regally upon, “As your lady, your mate, and the mother of your future pups.”
Willingly she bore her neck as it had been explained to her. Snaking an arm around her waist with a quick tug brought her form roughly against his. Elongated fangs nipped into the crook of her neck deeply, claiming the woman in a public audience as his. The laceration was sensitive to his touch, only his touch, and would no longer be a place of pain but of pleasure. As such it was hard to bite back the need to moan with his close contact and this need grew at the slighted brush against the symbolizing mar on her flesh. The moan moved to a groan and could no longer be held at bay. With the announcement and act of public affection complete before his court the miko was officially his.
“Let it be known to all that in accordance to the ancient laws: death comes to any who dares to touch or insult what belongs to this Sesshomaru,” his declaration boomed through the room after which he led Kagome to the high table.
One grand chair was centered at the long table looking to the guest in the hall. A second chair, smaller but equally elaborate posed to the left. No one touched their meals until the lord, and his new lady, took a bite. Along the second level of table sat Rin and Shippo. The young girl smiled brightly to her mother and the gesture was returned warmly.
& #8220;Sesshomaru, I don’t feel like it,” the woman mumbled pulling away from the inu. “I’m too big anyway.”
Stopping the wandering hands he locked his gaze on the watery blue depths. Lately the miko had slowed down, her libido decreased, depressing his beast greatly.
“A sign of a healthy, big pup,” he argued, “you should be proud.”
“I am but…” she stopped for a moment, “I hate being fat.”
“You are not fat.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t change the fact that I’m not in the mood,” she growled standing firm on her decision.
“Kagome,” he purred.
They currently sat in the garden, amongst the late fall plants blooming and flowering around them, enjoying the afternoon sun. The inu had finished with the reports… well the less important tiresome things could easily wait until later. Servants had informed him the miko grew tired of being kept indoors and had ordered to be taken to the garden. It annoyed him that there, sitting upon a pile of cushions and silks was his gorgeous prize, finally his, only his. Even now the miko was constantly distracting him. At first he argued she was new, although he had taken her many times before it had never been as his mate. Then he blamed the swollen belly carrying his pup. It was his beast that was happy, proud, and overjoyed, to watch the baby bump grow. Of course the more she grew and the happier his beast was meant the more the miko growled.
“What?” she snapped turning her head down to the scroll she was reading, “I told you no!”
“Hn,” her words didn’t stop him from pulling her into his lap after he sat behind her, “Would you like a bath?”
“With you?” she asked looking over her shoulder.
“Yes,” he could see hesitance in her eyes and he didn’t like it in the least.
“No,” she mumbled at last, “I’ll get one later.”
“Why are you avoiding me?” he hissed angrily tightening his hold on her.
“Because you’ve been so pushy lately!”
Roaring within his cage his beast raged to show his dominance over the woman. Unable to deny his baser instincts the miko found herself pinned beneath the inu. The scroll rolling from her hand held at her side between his knees. Angrily she glared, the fire depths of her blue hues swirled with the intoxicating emotion that dangerously waft off her aura.
“You’re mine,” the low tone of his baritone voice hissed with a raging peril.
“I know Sesshomaru but that doesn’t make me your fuck toy,” she whispered, “I feel like you only want me as something to take your pleasure out on and the object to hold your heir.”
The confession hit him hard. Underlying in her tone was the comparison to the hanyou who had treated her so unfairly. Although his beast protested stating they looking after her needs, in a teasing fashion, far before receiving their own pleasure most of the time. He wanted to assure her but, as it were, his usual means wouldn’t work. Pulling back from her forced him to look down, and really focus what he saw. His mate was perfect in his eyes. Not some random female bond to him for some political purpose. The miko was a comfort in his life and he didn’t require mistresses and concubines to take his pleasure from.
Instinct required her touch, he wanted her skin against his. It struck him that this didn’t necessarily mean he had to take her. A few seconds of silence gave him time to think things over. His thoughts landed on what needs rather than sexual that the miko had. Immediately he remembered something she had enjoyed a few weeks previous.
“Let me make it up to you,” there was a regret Kagome could make out in his voice.
“You don’t have to,” the miko mumbled moving to a half sit, “I’m sorry, Sesshomaru. I guess I forgot that the only reason we’re mated is because you want my body.”
“No miko…” he stopped and then corrected himself, “Kagome you are more than just an object of my pleasure. Let me pamper you.”
“Pamper?”
A short ‘eep’ filled his ears in a high pitched, short warning of surprise when he quickly rose to his feet, the woman a burden to his arms. Kagome could only watch as she was forcefully brought to the hot spring, a groan protest was held back as she was carried through the double doors. The inu made quick work of ridding her of the detestable garments. His own joined the growing pile of material at his feet. Immediately his beast purred when she was flush against him feeling the silky milk pale skin. Making no sexual attempt he carried her to the water and sat upon the curve of a natural underwater shelf. One arm support her around her waist, he let a gap form between her back and his well toned chest so his fingers could dart between them and work the tight muscles that complained as of late.
The rest of the night was spent in each other’s arms, Kagome loving the fact that he had obeyed her wishes for once and didn’t lay a hand on her in a sexual manner. But he was quick to explain that his beast needed the soft touches of her skin as it drew closer to his time of heat.
D arting pass the grand staircase leading to the family’s sleeping chambers and past the library double doors, the inu followed the scent of new shed tears. He found his mate amongst a couple of cooks both who looked fearful and worried as well as concerned for the woman who was obviously upset. Tear stained cheeks caused her already pale face to look ghostly. Growling in warning he close the distance between them and pulled the woman into his arms. His female fought him before letting the silent tears turn into a soft sob while burying her face into his chest.
“What happened?” his eyes glared at the guilty looking twins passing glances between each other.
“The lady wants…” the first of the two began.
“Ice cream,” the second finished.
He didn’t question the strange food in question deciding that it must have been something from the time she was from. The beast within him was more concerned with the woman state more than her latest craving. Wild emotions would drain her and he worried that with her pregnancy her body might be overworked if she continued.
“Leave,” he growled and was almost amused by the scrambling duo.
Twin chefs crawled over one another to get out of the way of the protective inu soothing his mate with gentle caresses of his deadly claws. The soft sobs returned to silent tears before the woman willed her face away from the broad chest so she could wipe away the salt water. Two finger hooked under her chin forcing her face upwards. Their eyes locked before he leaned in, a tongue crawling over the wet trails down her cheeks. Immediately the woman tugged away, still not use to his strange affection that he showed when she was upset.
“What troubles you my mate,” he watched as she straightened her mask and stared into her eyes.
“It’s nothing,” she whispered half-heartedly.
“What is ice cream exactly?”
Kagome sighed in defeat explaining about the frozen food that had yet to be invented. The inu inquired about the means to make such a thing and remembering the time they made homemade ice cream in school once she explained the simplest means. Retaining the information he offered to take the miko back to her rooms where she could rest until dinner. He carried the woman out of the room, growling lowly when the twins lingered their gaze on his female’s form. The miko fell asleep in his arms on the trip to the sleeping chamber. Just as he was about to place the miko on the bed he felt the sudden need to simply hold her. He could not let her go and so gave into the sensation.
A couple of days after the ordeal in the kitchen Kagome was introduced to a new youkai that would be working within the household. All day Sesshomaru seemed ultimately pleased with himself and whenever the miko questioned him he would push away the topic. Her anger grew and they fought, the verbal debate grew in power and soon the youkai was barricading himself away from the balls of purity she tossed at him. His beast was furious, and yet thrilled, about the woman’s sudden outburst against her alpha. They wouldn’t allow any harm to come to the woman even if she wasn’t carrying their pup. However he wouldn’t suffer pain merely because she wasn’t getting her own way. In a swift move he was pinning her arms to her sides and sealing his lips to hers. That fiery passion that was once her anger turned to desire and she allowed him to slip his tongue past her lips.
Within the enclosed gardens, heated with magic from the cool season winds and rain, he took her. The kimono was ripped from her form and his beast ached fiercely with need. Their eager kisses were demanding, hands flew to caress soft skin, dips and contours of the body, and heated cores of each other’s pleasure. Flipping the woman to her knees he pressed forward and grunted as his shaft found home in the convulsing walls. More and more the woman was telling him no. His beast understood why but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted her. Understanding his needs though the woman would usually give in enough to pleasure him with her hands and or mouth, yet nothing matched the warmth of her deep canal, which hugged him in such ways always leaving him wanting more.
“Sesshomaru faster,” she groaned biting her bottom lip causing the skin to break.
The scent of blood hit his nose and he let his beast end the quick session. Dinner was soon and it wouldn’t do to be late. Besides, he could persuade her tonight as a return gift for what he was going to give her. His seed split forth and when she had calmed from her release he pulled her to straddle and sit in his lap. His mouth tugged the wounded appendage into his mouth so he could reopen the slightly sealed injury and draw the blood from it. It heal slowly and only when the remaining crimson liquid was licked clean did he release his hold on her.
“Do you always have to tear my clothing to pieces?” she growled when the material on the ground caught her attention.
“I’ll replace it,” he replied causally.
“That’s not the point.”
He pulled his haori over her shoulders and helped her to her feet before slipping on his hakamas. As usual he left the mess for another to clean and escorted the miko to their room so they could dress for dinner. There was so much that Kagome had to get use to. The inu found for the first few months he had to enforce that she didn’t have to clean up. If she wanted something she need only ask for it to be brought to her. When she refused to cooperate one of the maids he entrusted to his mate came and told her she didn’t want to find another job. That was all it took for the woman to let the servant to do more. As far as she was concern it wasn’t her right to take another’s job away. As lady it was her job to see that their environment was safe and peaceful and the miko took her responsibility seriously. Most of those that served him had grown attached to her and it was obvious that most of the women in his household who had shown loyalty to him would easily stand up to him if he so much as made the miko cry.
“Shippo and Rin are still coming still right?” she grew excited with each of their visits.
Rin had announced that she was now expecting their first kit. It shocked the miko to learn that she would carry for almost a year before birthing the young ones.
He didn’t say anything as he lead her down the marble staircase and to the dining hall. Inside Rin and Shippo waited. The young woman seated next to where her mother would sit the kitsune standing in wait for the Lord and Lady of house.
“Okaa-san,” Rin greeted automatically standing.
Kagome took her turn to hug each of her ‘babies’ before taking a seat. Sesshomaru’s chair located at the head of the table and the miko to his left. Shippo sat to his right and Rin would usually sit next to him but the informal dinner didn’t require them to follow the usual rules. Mid-way through the dinner Kagome forced Sesshomaru to explain the reason for the dinner. The kitsune had proven that despite his young age he was fully capable of handling his position well, too well. Impressed, not that he admitted it, Sesshomaru raised Shippo in rank. Rin was thrilled; Kagome smirked at the overjoyed expression and chuckled when her adopted son looked utterly flabbergasted.
“I won’t disappoint you Milord,” Shippo swore with determination.
“Hn.”
As the meal was cleared away Sesshomaru waved his hand. Tilting her head to the side the miko was puzzled. The inu didn’t usually have desserts since she seemed to snack on the sweets through the day. When the lid was lifted and she saw the frozen treat she still craved Kagome squeal. Immediately she began eat the delightful little surprise. Rin and Shippo looked at the strange concoction and shrugged. All too soon they realized why their mother was so happy at the sight of the sweet treat. Sesshomaru, who refused to indulge in sweets, found he was curious. He lifted a spoon and dipped it into the white dish in front of his mate. Kagome glared at first but let him with a smile waiting to see his reaction. He ate two spoonfuls with indifference and then dropped the utensil soundlessly and waited for his pack to finish.
Kagome, under part of her duty as Sesshomaru’s Lady, saw to the farewell greetings to the young couple before returning to the study that her mate retired to. Her eyes ran over the littering mess, the one room that the maids were not allowed to tidy because of the importance each document held. Instead Kagome felt the need to begin straightening the scattered scrolls, piled reports, disorientated cushions, and other random objects that had been moved from their proper positions.
“Sesshomaru,” she came behind the inu sitting back in the chair behind the large desk.
Unknown to her his eyes had followed the movements. It turned out to be a nearly daily activity of hers, tidying up after the day of paperwork and visitors that needed to address him about issues involving the villages upon his land.
“Hn,” when he rested his head back he was able to rest it against her shoulder.
Only she was honoured to see him in his tired state. He truly believed she knew this by know and purposefully chased away most people come evening. It made him glad that she was now his. Her personality allowed her to care for those she loved, the miko had repeated this multiple times, and so she spent her time seeing to his ‘health’. As a human she didn’t understand at first that he didn’t require as much sleep as her. It was true he rested each night for a few hours but his sleep cycle was usually every five days, unless weakened for some reason. Their bond strengthened the miko greatly and after she recovered from the birthing of his pup her body would need only short rest. Although he assumed she wouldn’t maintain his cycle due to her humanity. His guess was three days, one day more than a hanyou because he was quite powerful, perhaps even four, since she was a miko.
“Thank-you,” she whispered kissing his cheek and wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders.
“Kagome,” he crooned, his chest vibrating in her hug.
“Hm?” she hummed curiously.
“I want you,” he declared taken her off guard stance to his advantage.
Two hands reached for her, although she was still as light as a feather in his arms, he wanted to ensure safety to the precious package. Gentle she tumbled into his lap, her shock expression unable to comprehend how he had managed such a feat without turning. But a blanket of nothingness covered her mind and folded over her thoughts to put them to bed when she felt his lips seal against hers. As he withdrew to stare down at the miko cradled in his arms, almost child-like.
“Why aren’t you refusing me?”
Kagome shrugged and slipped from his lap before he could protest, “Because I planned to seduce you after what you did to me this afternoon,” his female moved to the door of the study. One hand touched the knob as her eyes darted over her shoulder, “You quick finishes are cruel on a needy body.”
Her final words were whispered with danger tracing the edges like daggers. But his beast was thrilled at the prospect of her warning. Like a magnet he was drawn to the woman heading out the door. Step by step he tailed her until she stopped before the sleeping chamber’s double doors.
“Perhaps I should get a bath first,” she pondered half-jokingly to torture the inu just that much more.
One clawed tipped hand reached around her, grasped the knob, gave it a turn and pushed in the obstacle. He snapped his jaw while she was half pushed into the room. Behind him the door slammed. He fought the will to toss the woman to the bed and settled for trailing his claws over the silver and blue silk of her attire. Vaguely he wondered if she had realized he never destroyed those colours of his house. It wasn’t past her to use this to her advantage if she did figure this out. He was shocked with the woman pulled away from the caress and frowned.
“I wish to pleasure you tonight Milord,” her sapphires twinkled with trouble, “Relinquish your control to me.”
“What if I refuse?” he purred forcing her to step back with his step forward.
“I will force you to submit to me,” she vow, almost too confidently
“I see,” his octave dropped and thickened with the ideas running a wild rampage in his mind. “In that case I will have to teach my disobedient female a lesson.”
The entire time he continued to press forward, each step bringing her closer and closer to the wall. With his last words he was able to pin her with his arms and lean in, his lips a hairsbreadth away from hers, brushing the tender flesh as he whispered his warning.
“All defiant women must be punished accordingly,” he growled, chest vibrating with enjoyment when her arousal hiked further from the low tone.
Open kisses paved a way to her ear. The lobe was nibbled gentle and suck into his mouth to massage the appendage with his tongue. For good measure he lick the outer shell and then trailed light burning kiss behind her ear and down to her collarbone to fine the pulse hidden beneath the vivid symbol decorating the junction of her shoulder and neck.
“Sesshomaru,” the cry was nearly silent but it told a long tale.
She wiggled in joy from the gentle, moist caress of his tongue over the sensitive mar. The slender tips of her fingers wormed their way to tangle in the silver locks of his hair and he could feel the pressure of his head being forced upwards. His own hands clasped the wrist and wrenched them over her head. The remained pin there as he gave into her wishes enough by laying his lips against hers. The kiss was passionate at first but his tongue darted into her mouth and was soon dancing in dominance, intertwining and twisting with and against the dainty muscle of her mouth. He swallowed moan after moan as he pulled both her wrist in one of his large hands continue to hold them out of the way. As if to prove she could still be rebellious with her restrained against the wall her legs snaked around his waist so she could grind against his clothed length with her own covered heat.
“Why haven’t you undressed me yet,” she teased when he was unable to stop her body from rubbing against him.
Displeased about the way she played with him he roared and violent pulverized her hips into the wall behind her. Using his body he was able to stop any of her wiggling. But it would seem the woman was ahead of him yet again.
“Now how do you plan to torture me if you’re so busy pinning me?”
His gaze narrowed sadistically. He pulled the woman securely against him so he could carry her to the bed. With her laying flat beneath him he was able to seize her arms against her sides with his knees. Both hands were now free leaving him to smirk wickedly in his small victory.
“The question my mate is how do you plan to seduce me without the use of your body?” he took a good measure to thrust his pelvis into hers.
“Yes but I don’t have to… ah,” she tried to arched into his kisses onto her collarbone, “move to seduce you. I just need you to look at my body and hear my voice,” she added.
His open palms moulded her breast eagerly and he suddenly wanted more, so much more. It was at that moment that he realized the meaning behind the miko’s words. The female had more control over him than he had first believed. Even without her touches just looking at her, hearing the soft coos of her voice, remembering the tight embrace of her walls, and of course the deep swirl of blue drowning his golden gaze. Even his beast questioned the strange power and what it was. He had already learnt that he would give her anything that she would want. Of course his beast would want to give her everything already by instinct but thinking about it he was certain there was more to it that instinct. But there was something that lingered, something he couldn’t place, a feeling perhaps.
But his thoughts weren’t allowed to wander far. The woman beneath him was groaning and writhing as he pushed away all the layers of his kimono at once exposing her plump breasts to his insatiable eyes to ravish. The greedy tongue coated the erect tips in a thin layer of saliva while he circled the warm muscle in small motions before biting and nibbling gently and he finished the ministration suckling like a new born babe.
“Sesshomaru,” she cried throwing back her head when he pressed his hips further into her while his mouth moved to cover the opposite mount. “Kami, I…”
He hushed her with his lips as he pulled away his own clothing. With some difficulty he managed to yank away the hakamas and haori without releasing his hold on the female. Finishing his task meant he could run his hands over the bare skin of her form. He let one sink further and further to find her treasure soaking and waiting for his touched. Sinking a few digits into her drew out a gasp as he pulled his mouth away from her. Shutters could be felt raging through her body but she was unable bend to his touches which forced her to cry out even more.
“Please release me,” the begging tone was followed by a moan when his fingers found the little pearl to tease. “Ah, Sesshomaru please, please stop teasing… I want to feel you move with me.”
He honestly didn’t know what pleased him more. The fact that he could force the natural fight out of her, or the idea she always seemed to want him.
“Will you scream for me?” he asked in a dominating tease kissing the fleshy mar her neck adorned for all to see.
“Yes, yes anything just please take me.”
“Because no one else can complete you,” his possession laced the tone and normally she would hold issue but she could help think about the affect his low voice had on her molten lava insides.
“No, no one can. I only want you,” she agreed, mind hazy and aware all at once.
He was a drug. His body and touches were intoxicating. Even when she forced him away she still wanted him. It was for her own health that she lessened the time she spent with her legs spread. It was hard to tell who was seducing who at times like these. Either way he was addicting. She appreciated even more that he had chosen her, only her, to be completely his.
He took her words and stored them within the shelves of his mind. A quick thrust satisfied her growing need, her sensitivity had increased and he only had to dig into her deeply a few times before she was screaming the very air out of her lungs. His name flooded the world expressing to all that he was the one who could push her to the edge and tease her until she was free falling, only to be caught again and forced to repeat the gesture. Yet he was careful. Not once did he forget about the precious treasure she carried. It was hard to ignore the bulging belly and it pleased him that all males would see her and smell his pup. Reminding them all that much more that she was his.
“Sesshomaru stop going so far away,” she whimpered loving that she had free movement of her legs even if he still held her hands at her sides. “Come with me… please.”
Strokes of his member were greeted with her hips as she forced him to increase the fury of his pounding hips. As the warm walls around him snuggled around him securely he let his seed spilled coating her cavern in the juice of their arousal.
& #8220;Sesshomaru!” the woman screamed groping in the dark for something to cling to as she fell.
Just as she thought everything would be over arms wrapped around her hushing her with a soothing croon. The reassuring embrace woke her from sleep pulling her back into the realm of reality. The dream was more like a nightmare and reoccurred multiple times a night sometimes. It didn’t help that the incident that caused it would never be lived down.
It had cost the life of another youkai. A jealous male. A jealous prince. A jealous, young, arrogant, hasty prince.
That was something that haunted the most. Even though Sesshomaru comforted her many times telling her that it was his right to take a life that threatened the existence of his mate and unborn pup. But she was miko and beliefs built in from long ago told her death wasn’t the way to deal with the situation.
“Kagome,” the inu purred, “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
Cuddling closer in the circle of his arms helped to sooth her enough to calm down and find rest while her thought wandered off their organized shelves to the broad fields of her mind. That evening had been packed with social greetings. Kagome had to overcome all her fears of court and make nice with the many females that held importance in the youkai society. After an evening meal the miko had asked her mate to retire for the evening. The day’s events had drained her and it was understood by all as reasonable with her current condition. Making her way up the stairs she ran into the young son of the Northern Lord and Lady, a couple she quite enjoyed talking to. He didn’t have to look at her twice when she realized what was hidden in the deep purple depths. The cat reached out and in an attempt to keep her word to her Lord she stepped back out of the touch. A shield rose over her form from protection but her foot hadn’t touched down upon the marble stone floor as planned. In her wish to have no other male graze her skin she had forgotten that she was on the stairs.
Her first concern was the pup she carried. The second was what Sesshomaru would think of her. But before she could even fall completely down she was grasped and she turned to find one of the guards had caught her. Everything else had happened so suddenly. The guard growled bring others to the hall for the sake of the Lady’s protection. Her short scream had carried to the inu’s ears and he entered the room with a roar. By then Kagome was on her feet a little disorientated and confused. The inu was furious when he learnt from the witness what had occurred. His beast snarled for blood which he received when each Lord even the Northern expressed the prince was in the wrong.
Of course the miko had fretted greatly about the ordeal and when her tears were shed not for herself or the danger the event brought to their pups but that of the lost soul who cause the entire thing, well he and his beast weren’t happy. When she explained to him her uneasiness for taking a life he tried to calm her with reason. In the end the Western taiyoukai used his blade to grant the prince a second chance at life. But he was exiled from the Lands of the West. This calmed his female greatly. But then the nightmares came.
“What do you fear?”
It was funny that she didn’t mind how he spoke to her with short, simple commands and orders. Even his questions were more like statements. But she knew that if you paid close attention and you knew what you were looking for you would find those emotions that he apparently didn’t hold for anyone. At his inquiry she heard concern.
“I… I almost lost our pup,” she forced herself not to cry, “What if I had? What kind of mother am I going to be?”
“Kind, caring, protective, and loyal,” he posed, “You are the perfect mother figure.”
“But…”
“You cannot be the one blamed for this accident. It had been dealt with and will never happen again.”
He was of course referring to the fact that she was not allowed out of his sight in the least anymore. In the eyes of his beast it was their fault. The results could have been fatal if it weren’t for the fact that his guards were so well trained. He learnt quickly and refused for such an opportunity to have such a chance again. With her near him at all times he could guarantee his own consciousness and his beast that their female was safe. Their pup was safe.
“Now sleep. You forget that the pup can sense your emotions and grows uneasy with each of your concerns.”
Kagome obeyed immediately for the sake of the new life she carried.
B iting her lip the woman looked down, not at all sure why it would help since the massive amount of material and the bulge of her belly stop her from looking very far. There was a vague sensation of pain but what worried her was the wetness.
“Sesshomaru,” she called out, trying to sound calm.
Lately he had spent most of his time between the study and the library. The winter had come earlier and their nightly evening walks had been cut off when a healer had told the woman to rest more. A slave to her commands since she was in her final weeks meant the inu was immediately behind the miko sitting upon the cushions before the fire. A scroll in her hands was the entertainment for the afternoon while he finished a report to his generals overlooking the borders of his land.
“I… I think my water broke,” she hesitated in her deduction.
At first the inu looked confused but when the woman buckled over and yelped in pain he realized what she spoke of. Almost instantaneously she was in his arms and carried to their chambers. Once on the bed the taiyoukai turned to get the healers and midwife but another cry averted his attention and that of his beast. In an attempt to soothe the woman as much as possible he nuzzled her neck. When another wave washed over her his beast grew concerned and with crimson eyes he lost control of his beast instinctually trying to protect his female from harm.
Outside the chamber doors the servants had caught drift about what was going on and fetched the beings in need. A young looking, yet experience female entered the room and was rather amused at the sight of the inu trying to fight the source of pain causing discomfort to his female.
“Unless you plan to kill your own pup Milord then your attempts are useless,” her comment was greeted with a roar possessive and protective, “You need to leave I will look after the Lady.”
Not pleased at all by being shooed away Sesshomaru snapped his jaws violent and growled. The midwife prevented herself from flinching but only because she knew that so long as she stood her ground the inu wouldn’t move away from his ‘injured’ female and come after her.
“This is why males aren’t allowed in the birthing room,” she mumbled.
A male was prone to overreacting to their mate’s cries. Logic was overwhelmed by the instinct to protect. All and all a male would kill anyone, even their own children, if it meant keeping their mate from danger.
“Milady, please ask for something, anything outside of the room,” the midwife requested.
Separation would be the best course of action. The taiyoukai would gain some control as soon as he was away from the woman in pain.
“Sesshomaru can you get me a cup of tea,” teeth clenched and fist bunched in the pillows her voice was surprisingly even.
Jumping at the opportunity the inu headed to the door and when the male left on his pointless mission. His beast was required to heed to all the miko’s commands since she was the one carrying his child and she would know what she needed. Meanwhile the older woman let in a few of the female healers carrying much need supplies and then locked the door after the inu retired from the room. Barriers placed around the room would keep enough distance between the two so she could do her job properly.
P acing, it was something pointless to him. He hated it more than anything, especially when he was watching another pace. Yet he couldn’t help moving his feet back and forth across the floor of the hall. Sesshomaru was uneasy about the lengthy screams from the sleeping chambers. The moment he left the room he was able to control his beast better maintaining his distance so he wouldn’t feel the need to kill someone, something, in order to ease the pain of hearing his mate distressed so.
More than anything he hated waiting. Many long hours had passed by. The voices in the room were muffled through the natural barriers placed over the room for protection and privacy. In fact the screams were only barely caught by his ears but he could feel the pain through the bond they shared. At long last the door opened and a swarm of healers exited. Immediately stilling from his ridiculous movements he waited until the midwife appeared.
“You may go in Milord,” she bowed lowly and stepped to the side.
Anxious to see the pup, his pup, his heir, he rushed past and entered the room. Blood hit his nose first, followed by the intoxicating scent of his mate and then the strong new scent of a… female. Closing the distance between him and the bed he sat at the edge and peered over the bundle Kagome carried in her arms. A smile tucked into the corner of her mouth when she saw the absolute delight in the inu’s eyes.
“Say hello to your daughter,” she replied obviously tired and exhausted.
“A girl,” he mumbled moving to sniff, memorizing the scent immediately.
“I’m sorry you probably wanted a son,” she realized and bit her bottom lip nervously.
“Mine,” he growled instead and pried the child from her arms.
Carefully he mimicked the mother’s folded hold to support the tiny frame. It was a thrill to carry the pup for the first time. Even more so when vibrant green eyes blazed into his fearlessly as if daring him to take issue with any part of her. The fiery passion was something he saw in his miko daily and he knew the small pup would hold power and attitude no one would want to reckon with.
“Sleep angel. I will watch our pup while you rest,” he offered moving further onto the bed so he could hold both his child and his female affectionately.
“Sesshomaru,” the woman mumbled after a while, her eyes closed as she fell slowly into the deep recesses of sleep, “Thank-you, you gave me such a beautiful baby girl.”
“Hn,” he had to agree with the miko.
He couldn’t help study the pup and comparing her features to her mother. The green eyes were not shocking; the colour was a mixture of his golden hues and her sapphire tones. Nor was he surprised to see that her patch of hair was pure silver, a dominate trait within his line. The cute button nose was definitely a gift from her mother, as were the long eye lashes. Pointed ears, obviously from him and the dark blue crescent on her forehead told him that she was indeed pure inu. There were no stripes on her cheeks or her wrists but even her aura radiated the raw power of a youkai but he could also sense the purity of miko powers. He concluded that his choice to mate with the miko had been quite beneficial to continuing his line since it seemed any child she bore would contain not only his own jyaki but also her reiki.
“Go to sleep,” he ordered when the pup did nothing more than stare at him as he studied her.
He swore silver brows knotted together for a fraction of a second at his command. But a large yawn interrupted and the long lashes batted a few times before settling on sealing shut. Quite proud and content the taiyoukai let the croon in his chest vibrate gently. Both the miko and pup gave a sleepy sigh before settling into a deeper sleep.
& #8220;This Sesshomaru declares: this pup, Kyra, daughter of this Sesshomaru, Lord of Shiro Inu and Western Lord, and Kagome, Guardian Miko and Lady of the West, as heir to the Western Lands successor to this Sesshomaru should no son be produced before this Sesshomaru’s death.”
Within his arms he held their pup to the court, presenting her to the court, for the first and last time according to inu tradition. It had been two weeks since the birthing and it seemed that any daughters birthed did not appear into court again until they were ready to be introduced into society as an available female ready for mating. Kagome didn’t bring it up but she was sure it was because an inu would be overprotective of their daughters. Instinct told the males that females were weaker than them and needed someone to watch over them closely.
Kyra was handed back to her mother whom gladly took the pup securely in her tight embrace grateful to have the little bundle of joy back within her arms once more. Never in her wildest dreams had she thought that having young of her own would mean so much to her. Although she loved Rin and Shippo as her own children it was a new experience to hold something that depended so much on her.
The buzzing noise of the court grew loud and sensitive ears rang. Sesshomaru watched his daughter fuss about, but made not a sound. Finally she yipped loudly causing the miko to chuckle and the rest of the guest to go silent. It was understood by youkai that the demand was that of displeasure but something so young wasn’t usually heard emitting anything more than that for attention or hunger. The inu said nothing as he continued to speak with a Lord over a battle drawing close to home. When he finished he offered to escort his miko to their chamber to calm his uncomfortable pup under excuse that she needed to be fed. Wholeheartedly agreeing, if only to get away, the woman took the offer and followed behind the youkai closely.
& #8220;Ses-sho-ma-ru,” her back arched upwards into him.
It had been so long since he had been along to taste his mate. The healers had finally told the miko she could see to the pleasure of her mate six weeks after her birth. No one, not a single person, had ever told him that he could not show how pleased his beast was immediately after the birth. He had assumed that he would be allowed to take her right away, or a couple of days later when her strength returned. It had been his idea of a thank-you.
But all that didn’t matter anymore. He could have her now. Long and hard. Their pup was usually cradled between their two forms at night. Sesshomaru could see that the miko’s body slowly needed less and less sleep and she would spend most of the time watching her newborn babe; huddling even closer when someone approached the chamber’s doors. But a basket had been made for Kyra and he had placed her in it after she fell asleep so he could have full roam of the bed to dance with his woman at long last.
Her flat belly was currently being covered in open mouth kisses in attempt to kiss every last part of her. But he abandon the idea when the full round breasts came into his view after pushing aside the last layer of her formal kimono. The darkened tips were roughly tugged at, they stiffened in his touch. Drawing small circles around one nub with his tongue he teased the woman before pulling the erect tit into his warm mouth. Forgetting for a moment he suckled and stopped immediately. The thin sweet milk she feed their pup with flooded his mouth. Although he enjoyed the taste his beast refuse to take the nourishment that belonged to his pup. He abandoned the mounds and trailed back down to the heat of her sex. The heavy aroma of her spicy arousal told him before he even laid eyes on the folds that she was glistening in the bittersweet wetness. A rough tongue dipped between the spread petals forcing a gasp from the woman. He ran his claws over the sensitive nub while plunging the muscle of his mouth as deeply as he could to sample the nectar.
“Sesshomaru I don’t want to wait,” the woman cried out forcing her hips not to buck into him, “Please… skip the foreplay.”
The demand met his ears and he took a moment to contemplate. The aching rod wanted nothing more than to sink into her. There was plenty of time later that night to continue with his tortures. So he crawled upwards to crash their eager mouths together in a passionate battle dance of dominance just as he penetrated her deep, tight canal. Their moans were swallowed as he waited. But the woman, understanding that he feared harming her after such a long time, didn’t need his gentle caresses. She wanted the animal within him to come out and take what was his to take. Her hips moved against him, forcing the inu to groan and begin the eternal dance.
Their hips met time and time again and just before the woman could fall into her release he stopped. Annoyed the woman gave her own impression of a growl. But the sound was short lived and Kagome was soon on her hands and knees. The coiling heat building was robbed from the needed relief and with the new position it didn’t take long at all to push her body over the edge as it had sought to do earlier. One time was not enough for the inu though and he didn’t stop his brutal pounding. His attempts to bury his length deeper and deeper as the walls, still clinging to him as they use to, hugged him in a warm blanketed embrace.
Pride overcame his beast when the woman collapsed her lower body to the mattress, exhaustion wearing over her. The added emotion had his crash sudden and with a few final strokes his seed spilt to coat the sleek walls. As usual he pulled her to him so she could rest beside him in the comfort of his arms.
M any long days passed by. Sesshomaru was spending as much time as he could allow beside his mate and child. But the raging wars across his lands could not be ignored and nor would they stop. Frustration filled his beast and he felt the sudden need to see, hold, and touch his mate. But within the chambers of the room the miko was busy. Latched onto a breast and laying within the protective hold of her mother Kyra suckled her afternoon meal. It wasn’t the first time he had seen his pup feed. In fact he had watched many times with fascination. Any time he touched the overly sensitive tits his female cooed in delight.
Kagome saw him and smiled not at all shy about the open kimono baring only her chest to him although slightly obstructed with his pup in the way. He closed the distance between them to take a seat behind his woman. In the arms of the miko Kyra growled possessively but didn’t stop her earnest feeding. Sesshomaru didn’t like the tone and snaked arms around the female growling just as possessively. Although it was his pup he had to enforce that the woman may be her mother but the miko was his. Inu pups could grow protective of their mothers, especially the sons whom would take the job of protecting any female unless there was an alpha to force them to back down.
“Hey you two stop it!” the woman ordered not understanding the true meaning behind the nearly constant growl. But the vibrations didn’t stop in the least, “What’s your issue? Sesshomaru she’s your daughter.”
Nuzzling the woman’s neck he was able to peer over and down at the source of competition. Fierce green hues locked onto the golden eyes of her father. The pup ran on pure instinct and immediately stopped when her alpha snapped his jaws with displeasure. A moment later Kyra finished and put on a cute fuss in her mother’s arms. Kagome held her for a moment but decided to use the inu’s time to her advantage.
“I want to get a bath will you take care of Kyra?”
“Hn,” he took the youngster offered to him and watched as the miko left the room.
Outside the room she could immediately hear a growl and she stopped worried. The growling continued but just as she was about to head back into the room she could make out the deep voice of her mate.
“She’s mine; your mother but my mate. You do well to remember that before trying to make me stand down pup.”
Shaking her head she let things be and made her way to the hot spring. She was slowly beginning to learn more about her mate. Never did she thing bringing a pup into the world would be he would become more possessive of her. But then again it was a dog eat dog world out there. Life was hard and unfair and in his own way Sesshomaru had to ensure that everything that was his remained that way. Vaguely her mind wondered back to the future at brain waves such as these and she would ponder how long Sesshomaru and she would have together before the catastrophic event that would lead to the demise of all youkai. Part of her hoped it wouldn’t be for a while why the other half told her that it had already begun, after all her mate was at a constant worry about how to take care of his still fairly new mate, newborn pup, and his lands.
A fter a couple of months the young pup had already begun to respond to specific sounds and noises. In her heart she felt a small pang of jealousy about the bond that Kyra and her father would share because they were youkai. Both inu. But she didn’t let emotions such as that linger and never did she share the stupid feeling to Sesshomaru. After the day at the bath Kyra had picked up the nasty habit to growl whenever someone neared her if she was in her mother’s arms. Sesshomaru only had to give her a sharp look and she would obediently stop for him but any other person was tough out of luck until her mother looked upon her so sweetly and told her it was fine. Rin of course was the exception. The young lady had fallen in love with her ‘sister’ and spent the good part of an hour fretting over her. It came to an end when Kyra whined to be fed.
In the next few weeks Kyra began reacting more and more, creating new responses. Sometimes the sounds were animalistic other times they were simple gestures. Sesshomaru understood most of the sounds and she was able to pick up on the gestures fairly well. Soon she too was able to realize the meaning behind a certain growl or whimper. But it tore her heart even more as the simple sounds were understood even by the more powerful servants.
One night she spent the entire night cuddling the child, watching her pup sleep, and thinking about anything and everything. Sesshomaru had left nearly a week ago to tour around his lands. The trek would take longer than usual as he explained about seeing to each of his grouped forces. When she remembered everything all at once it plagued her and she could no longer hold back the emotions. Tears streaked down her cheeks slowly and in silence.
“Kaa-san,” the vivid green eyes snapped open and the woman was shocked to hear the word.
The young pup didn’t hesitated at all, there was no slurring, it was clearer than water. As if to prove a point the child repeated the word calling to her mother again.
“Kyra!” the miko immediately brightened her smile completely ecstatic about her first word, “You… you spoke.”
“Kaa-san,” she cooed rubbing her nose into the woman’s chest pleased to have cheered up her mother.
It was a few days before word of the inu’s return flooded the castle. By the day of his arrival rolled around the pup proudly had learnt a phrase that put her back into the fight for possession over her mother.
“Sesshomaru,” the woman smiled with her cheerful greeting, “Welcome home.”
“My kaa-san,” Kyra explained the second her father had walked through the doors of the sleeping chambers.
Immediately narrowing his crimson gaze at the pup clinging to her mother he stepped forward with a growl of warning. He had expected her to pick up on speech soon. If she was like him than she too would sit and listen to those around her to pick up on the meaning of words and certain phrases. What he hadn’t imagined was what the pup would use her first words for and though he was pleased with her he had to bring her back down to her place within his pack. The fight and refusal to back down was a good sign though so he would only discourage her from fighting for her mother with him. What did he care if she was possessive around others so long as she realized that he was the alpha?
“Mine,” he growled nearing the two and not releasing her gaze from his.
There hidden in the corner of her mouth was the smirk, a trait he was known for, “My okaa-san,” she happily exclaimed in a firm tone apparently quite pleased with herself.
Kagome simply sat on the bed bewildered about the small battle Sesshomaru and their daughter happened to be fighting out. Wanting to say something she received the feeling that she shouldn’t interfere. Instead she watched the inu drop his armour at the foot of his bed along with his weapons. He flared his jyaki engulfing mother and pup and crawled on the bed closer to them. Sitting in front of the woman cuddling the domineering pup in a protective stance he reached over and plucked the babe from the mother’s arms. Kyra growled fiercely and kinked her brows together in her anger her lips puckered in a pout.
“My okaa-san!” her arms flew over to try and reach to Kagome.
The mother uncomfortably twitched wanted to help her distressed daughter yet her mind reasoned that Sesshomaru was her father and it wasn’t right to fight his will.
“She knows how to say otou-san too,” Kagome whispered watching the inu interact with the pup in a series of growls.
“Hn,” he rose and placed the pup in her bassinet. “Mine,” he added reinforcing the statement with a snarl all the while hating the tactic he had to use in the end but proud that he could prove a point as he turned to his mate, “All mine.”
“Sesshomaru…” the worried look followed to the basket.
“You mustn’t always indulge in such ways,” he began, already straddling her waist, “I won’t have my own pup thinking she can keep my mate from me. It is prudent that she be separated in order to understand that you are not hers. You are mine.”
“She’s just a child,” she whispered.
“But inus’ learn by instinct and that instinct to keep their mother’s to themselves must be crushed enough so a mate might have his way with his female. This punishment will only teach her not to put up such a front so long as I am around.”
Sesshomaru was always patient with the woman. He tried to explain things in logical ways so she would understand where he was coming from. But he didn’t waste any more time in his explanations. His mouth latched onto the tit of one mount through the cloth of her kimono. Even under the thick layers he could feel the tip erect under the soft nibbles. His mouth left behind damn spots and when he pulled forth the liquid of her breast the small spots darkened and spread. Talking to the healers he had learnt that the more milk drunk the more the woman produced, meaning he could pleasure the woman without worries of starving his pup because of the lost spilt milk.
Almost on their own accord her fevered fingers tangled in the knots of his attire and pulled it from his form to feed her starving eyes. The massive muscular form forced the formation of a knot internally. He had been away for what seemed like forever and missed the sight of his nude form and the warmth his body offered her. When the tie of his hakamas was loosened he pulled away to discard the silk fundoshi as well and watched the woman pull to a half sit to tug at her own clothing.
“Let me,” he grasped her hands and pulled them away, “I’ve long for you, my minx.”
She dropped her hands and let his own undress her slowly. His lips lingered every inch of newly exposed skin while she pondered the cuteness of his use of pet name. But all thoughts vanished when he latched onto the now bare erect tit all the while his fingers slipped into the folds to find the hidden clit. His fangs grazed over her flesh, his spare hand moved over her the sensation of fire covering her body was the only image close enough to explain how he made her feel.
Each movement was purposeful; he had learned how to play her like an instrument. He was an artist pulling strings and creating a new song each time he bedded her. The speed like a tempo, her cries, the lyrics, and the rhythm of their bodies together were much like a melody and harmony, perfectly in tune with one another. When he finally joined her she screamed while arching her back to crash her chest against his. One of her long legs was thrown from his hip to over his shoulder so he could penetrate deeper. The coos and mews echoed the room and when he hear the disappointed yet defeated growl of his young pup he only pounded into the woman that much harder. Ultimately all good things come to an end and he let her body take its final release before claiming his own a short time later.
He wrapped them under a silk sheet and seeing his miko fret in his arms allowed her to rise and retrieve their daughter from the bassinet. She returned to him holding the pup close to her chest. The inu pulled the woman into his lap and circled his arms around her. The green eyes wouldn’t meet his at first but he was patient and chose to show his disinterest. It was obvious that the pup was upset that her own father was choosing to ignore her. Kagome began to explain the events of the past couple of weeks when she was interrupted.
“Otou-sama,” Kyra gave in and reached her arms up to be lifted.
A rare smile reached across his lips as he was offered to take his daughter into his hold.
A short while after Kyra’s second birthday Sesshomaru had left to lead his troops into battle. The human lords began marching over his borders destroying not only the youkai villages but also human villages under the inu’s control. Unable to ignore such a threat he had told the miko it was his duty to protect his land and his people. But moreover he was seeing to the safety of his mate and young pup. His promise lingered in the back of her mind. No more than three weeks. Only ten days left, she and Kyra counted down the days each night.
“Kagome-sama there’s someone to see you.”
The Lady of the West sat within the library with her daughter. Although still young she was learning fast. An inu would age slowly for the first few years but their intelligence and thirst for knowledge started at an early age. Looking up she noticed a young male dressed in the armour for the Western Lands. It was unusual to her because the guards never let any unfamiliar faces seek a private audience, especially a unmated male.
“How may I be of assistance?” she asked.
“This isn’t a topic for children to overhear Milady,” he commented.
Giving a short nod she turned to one of the handmaids and lifted her daughter into the woman’s arms. A quick kiss to the forehead was her goodbye as she ordered Kyra to be fed and she would come after to put her down for a nap.
“You realize it is most inappropriate to come to me alone.”
“I bring news about the recent battle,” the youkai bowed lowly kneeling before the presence of his lady and offering a piece of faded brown parchment.
“From Sesshomaru?” she smiled taking the scroll but stopped when the solider hesitated.
“Milady… no one survived.”
Kagome didn’t respond. Her eyes stared at the figure as if he were a stranger. The hands wrapped around the scroll tightened, the knuckles turning white as the parchment crinkled. Everything crashed against her in one instead as the reality began to slowly, oh so leisurely walk into her sheltered home. It was her ears; she determined that her hearing had gone wrong. That or the male was lying. She didn’t even know him and she never recalled seeing him at all during her times in the palace.
“What? No…” eyes were filled with disbelief, “No, that’s not possible.”
In the blink of a second Kagome turned violent in trying to cope with her sorrow. She ripped the scroll open to read the words, confirming the verbal report.
Sorry…Fallen…Sesshomaru… Died…
Of all the words scribbled only these reached out to her jumping from the page to burn her retinas.
“No…” she whispered and tossed the paper down, “No! You all lie,” the woman reached for the nearest book and threw it at the ignorant pup that brought her such untruths to her ears, “Get out! Out! Out! Out!” each word was said with a book flying through the air until the guard had left.
When she was left alone she sunk to the ground completely still. Her body had gone numb. Those words… the ones that had been placed within her head so long ago rebounded.
Does it hurt?
More than ever. Her mind was in denial. Unable to cope that she was left alone. A soft knock on the door brought her out of her trance enough to realize that she needed to think about her daughter.
“Kyra is in her room,” the female explained.
“Thank-you.”
Within the four walls of her pup’s room she hummed a soft coo to settle the young one down. After which she fell into a deep sleep unaware that her world was changing around her so fast. Kagome walked through the adjoining door and tried to comfort herself within the bed scented heavily in Sesshomaru’s musk. As if the dam finally broke she let the tears trail down her cheeks and she reached for the scroll to tear it into pieces to match her heart.
To: Lady Kagome, of the Western Lands, Guardian Miko of the Realm
I am sorry to report such sad news to our Lady of the West. Unable to receive contact from the Western Lord concerning my troops and upon sending scouts over the area we found that the entire Western Army had fallen in the battle along the Southern Border. Although the battle was lost the effort has not gone astray. The human army failed and was forced to retreat for the time being. In the event of Sesshomaru’s death I was told you were to continue in his place. I shall visit the Western Palace and bring with me the few affects of our Great Lord that was found at which time I wish to discuss future plans.
My condolences,
Lord Andon.
“Sesshomaru I’m so sorry…” she cried over and over until she finally exhausted herself into a restless sleep.
T he next couple of days were dark. The rest of the castle had been informed of the death of their lord. In the sorrow the servants turned to their Lady, the only one capable of ordering them, guiding them like lost puppy dogs. This kept Kagome on her feet and helped her hold back the need to collapse under the grief. In the long nights she held Kyra close and realized that after so long with the inu she had come to love him. Her heart broke into millions of pieces in the revelation and shattered further when she grasped the concept she would never be allowed to tell the inu this.
Things were falling apart fast though. There was a recent attack on the Eastern Lord and Lady. It left Kouga fatherless and the new ruler of the East. According to an intercepted letter, an assassin had been hired to take out Kagome and any heirs she had bore for the Western Lord. Of course this put everyone on a red alert and all necessary measure were being taken to ensure the safety of the Lady.
“Milady we need to get you and the young princess to safety,” a guard told her.
“I will not run away like a coward!” the miko flared her powers.
“But your daughter needs you more than we do!” he begged, “Please, Sesshomaru-sama would roll in his grave if I didn’t see to your safety and his heir.”
Coming to understand where the youkai was coming from she reluctantly jumped upon Ah-Un’s back and reached down to take her sleeping child.
“Where do I go?”
“The Northern Lord has offered his palace for your temporary protection until the threat is eliminated.”
A nod told him that she would do as requested but the fiery look in her eyes was enough to state that if she didn’t have a pup to care for she wouldn’t have left so easily.
W ithin the walls of the Northern Palace Kagome couldn’t help but compare the difference to the way the West was run. Sesshomaru was careful to ensure that everything was precise, clean, organized, all but his study. Each hall and room was welcoming and warm, not just literally either. But the stone walls of the Palace in the North were cold and isolating. It was far too overly large as if to prove a point that the Lord living within the castle was rich and powerful. Sesshomaru had a more subtle way of living, not to mention that although it was quiet and the servants knew their place, they were still friendly.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” Andon asked casually over dinner.
“As much as one can,” the miko mumbled truthfully, “I would like access to parchment and ink tomorrow Lord Andon if that is at all possible.”
“Of course,” he rumbled, “And if you would please hear me out Kagome, there’s no need to use such formality.” The miko didn’t reply so the taiyoukai continued. “I know that things are tough at the moment. You’re still suffering from the loss of your mate and father to your only pup but I have a request.”
There was something foreboding about the tone she picked up from the too friendly male: “I will listen but cannot guarantee I will follow through whatever it is you ask.”
“I hope that you might consider becoming my mate Kagome,” he paused and noticed the almost horrified look on the woman, “Don’t get me wrong. Sesshomaru was a good friend and I feel that it would be the best for his lands and for you to have someone beside you. I would only ask for your bed the one time to mate you and then you’re free to do as you wish. This way you are able to keep your title as Lady and I can keep my promise to protect you.”
She could hardly stomach the thought of taking another mate. All her mind and body wanted was the touch of her love. But with Sesshomaru gone she had to think about her daughter and the lands that she would rule. There was one other thing she had to see to as well and unconsciously she rubbed her belly to ease the butterflies fluttering to the rim.
“At least say you will think about it,” he told her when she was silent for some time and was glad to see a nod as her reply.
S napping her eyes open Kagome sat up and looked about the darkened room. Things had long since settled down and she had been able to return back home. But for precautions Kyra slept in her bed. In her sleep she had the sense that someone was watching her and even now, wide awake and alert, she felt eyes upon her. Flashing her aura about the room she immediately picked up something in the corner. Stepping forwards from the shadows the short male figure revealed himself. Amber clashed against sapphire as the miko rose and took a defensive stance. The all familiar red fire rat robes hung over his form, his fur-like hair, the fluffy ears, his sharp claw tipped finger.
“Inuyasha what are you doing here?” she growled stepping between the intruder and her pup.
Kyra cracked her eyes open and grumbled but immediately stilled green met almost familiar eyes… “Otou-sama?”
“No Kyra,” Kagome corrected the aim to her daughter but immediately focused on the hanyou, “I don’t know how you got in without detection but I will purify you if you don’t leave.”
“You’re pregnant,” the white haired male didn’t step any closer but simply stared intensely at the woman.
“Yes but that’s none of your concern,” the woman snapped hoping he would back off without a fight simply because of that reason.
“Listen Kagome I know you hate me and you have every reason to but you need to trust me just this once,” he was begging, “I will do anything you ask if you just come this once.”
Her eyes narrowed as she took in his form. He was whispering urgently, and direct right to the point. There were two guards posted outside the doors of the room at all times. They wouldn’t hear anything because of the barriers but any flare of her power would instantly direct their attention to trouble. His eyes didn’t fill with deceit or trouble and there was the slight tilt of his head. Certainly the gesture of submission was for her protective pup more than for her. Of course she was vigilant of him. Inuyasha had been the one to hurt her some many times in the past. Yet she was far from falling for any of his tricks. If he tried anything she would be ready. Thanks to the inu she had learned quite a few tricks.
“Where?”
“It’s pretty far. We can fly using Ah-Un and get there faster.”
The idea of flying with the hanyou wasn’t pleasant. The last male that had touched her was Sesshomaru and as far as she was concern she didn’t want another being to touch her. It was one of the reasons she had yet to answer the Northern Lord. That and she was well into her pregnancy. One more month and she would learn if she would bare a son for her dead love.
“Why should I trust you Inuyasha? If Sesshomaru were still alive he would have your head for even thinking you could even share the same air as me.”
“I don’t want to fight,” he begged, “I’m sorry about everything I did in the past. It was wrong, I was young and brash… just trust me this once.”
“Leave,” Kagome lowered her hands.
“But…”
“I need to dress as does my daughter,” she explained further and pointed to a door off to the side. “Wait in that room.”
To trust him was stupid. Part of her mind told her that she was endangering herself and her daughter as well as her unborn pup needlessly. Yet something ached for her to follow him. There was something begging her to believe his words and just trust him this once. So she tugged one a casual kimono, and hushing her inquisitive child dressed her as well. The sun wouldn’t be up for some time and the chill of flying added onto the chill of the early spring air would make flying not impossible but definitely uncomfortable. There were things that she wanted to gather together but she didn’t want to wake the entire household so she decided to just make do with whatever the wild would offer. There was the issue of alarming the household. She didn’t need anyone for worry pointlessly. So she peered out of the large chamber rooms and caught the attention of the two guards. Explaining that it was an emergency and the details couldn’t be discuss she asked if she could borrow both of their short blades. They handed the weapons to the woman without issue.
Closing the door she walked to the room where Inuyasha waited and gestured him to follow. She retreated to a large wardrobe last and opened it hesitating for a moment with her hands on the small knobs. Tugging it open she revealed two of the three blades Sesshomaru had grown to carry. Bakusaiga was missing but Tessaiga and Tenseiga along with other various items precious to the inu were pinned along the walls of the wooden wardrobe. Kagome reached for the set throwing knives and slowly began the process of hiding them within the folds of her attire. The short blades were pinned to her back. The hanyou couldn’t help but looked over the short haori and hakamas she wore, a navy blue lined with black. Never had he thought of her more than someone to retrieve the shards for him so he didn’t think it was possible for someone so useless to become affective in battle. The sight of Tessaiga made him want to take up the blade again but he held still and watched the doors shut hiding the blade from sight as the woman picked up her child, wrapped her in a small blanket and walked onto the balcony. Gracefully she leaped down to the gardens below using her reiki as a sort of brake to slow down her falling body. She couldn’t fly but she could fall from nearly any distance and live to tell the tale.
Ah-Un was kept in a luxurious shed like house. He didn’t seem shocked to see the woman enter his home and place the small bundle in her arms onto a nearby stool. The two heads watched the miko pull down his saddle from a high shelf and begin dress him for travel. When his muzzle and bridle were in place she led him to her pup and the dragon lowered down so the woman could climb on, pup cradled in her arms.
“Get on Inuyasha,” she ordered when the hanyou didn’t move from his position. “And if you lead me to anywhere that brings harm to my pup I will kill you.”
I t had taken time. A near day of almost constant travel. Each time they took a break from flight Kagome would jump off the two-headed dragon and pull her daughter into her arms for a secure embrace. The young pup let her mother coddle her and remained cautious around the new male whom smelt rather familiar. The amber eyes of the half-inu stared at her and when they averted to her mother she would growl lowly. Inuyasha would smile sadly and look away. They barely spoke. Kagome told him at midday that he could hunt since he was the one to drag them around like rag dogs. He obeyed for once and brought back the meat completely ready to be cooked. Grumbling the woman began to see to the meal ensuring that Kyra had the bloodiest rare cooked meat while she and Inuyasha ate the medium done.
But they never stopped long. The breaks were mainly for the dragon sake. None of them needed any rest for such a short trip and by the time the sun was setting Inuyasha pointed to a clearing for Ah-Un to land in. Touching down the dragon lower itself again and let the riders dismount. Kagome looked about confused. Inuyasha however began to lead the way into the forest. With a sigh she settled Kyra on her hip and followed in silence. She was a fair distance behind and didn’t see why the half inu had stopped until she entered the circle of trees he led them to. There was nothing special about it once second but Inuyasha pressed his aura over the area and after a flicker the mouth of a cave to her right could be seen.
Something weak pressed against her. It reminded her of something that she had long since give up on in order to not be disappointed. But she couldn’t ignore the dull flash of sensations through the mark on her neck. Many had told her it would take time to fade away and even then a powerful youkai’s mark wouldn’t vanish even after death. Never one to listen to others she wanted to believe her own feelings. But after nearly three months she couldn’t continue to torture herself. Yet when another wave washed over her body again her walk became a run and she began to trek down the long tunnel. It branched into two paths. Inuyasha behind her was about to tell her the way but she barely hesitated before rushing to the right. The darkness opened to a lighted cavern and the side in the middle of the room brought tears to her eyes. Kyra slipped from her mother’s hip to her feet as the miko stilled.
Pale and motionless, damp from sweat, but alive. Sesshomaru chest heaved with deep painful inhales that only someone close would notice.
“Sorry I couldn’t come sooner. I didn’t think it would be best to leave him alone until now,” the hanyou explained. “I did what I could but… I’m no healer.”
Kagome was still to stun to say a thing as she carefully placed one foot in front of another. The furs were those which Inuyasha had made before. He had skinned his kills and used them as a mattress and pillow the pile growing as time passed and more kills were brought to the cave. Kneeling before the injured male the miko reached out and brushed away a loose strand of silver. Even with the slightest contact she could feel his fevered body fighting away death. Guilt hovered in her stomach for her silliness to listen to what others had told her. If she had come to look herself she might have found him and she would have been the one to care for him. If she hadn’t obeyed logic and listened to her heart she could have prevented the sorrow that she had forced everyone through.
“Sesshomaru,” she whispered lowering her head to kiss the crescent like she did to her daughter so many times, “I’m sorry.”
“Hn,” the reply was soft, so soft but she knew it wasn’t part of her imagination, “This Sesshomaru… would never die so easily.”
She was sure the remark was meant to make her feel better but her over emotional state had her crying harder. Leaning over him she rested her head on her chest, still kneeling to keep her weight off him. The salt water itched his nose and he forced his eyes open.
“Mate why do you cry? Am I not living?”
“I... I… love you,” the words broke through her sobs, “I thought… I wouldn’t get the chance… to tell you that… I love you.”
Exhausted he let the woman be and encircled his arm around the woman, ignoring the pain the stretched muscle brought.
“Kyra come,” he gave his last order and waited.
His pup was obedient and walked around to his other side where he could look over her face. The green eyes glistened with unshed tears she refused to let fall. He moved his arm so she could rest against him understanding the trip on her would be trying for any young one. Immediately she was snuggled into his side and sleeping lightly as if it had only been yesterday that she had seen him. When the woman moved over him his eyes rested on her belly and narrowed.
“Did you give this up so easily for lost? Whose bed have you shared miko?” his anger fuelled his body enough to raise and seize a wrist so he could grab her roughly and pull her beneath him pinned to the stone floor. “Your size tells me that you didn’t wait long to move on?”
“No Sesshomaru, that’s not it…”
He snarled scaring all in the room: “No bitch of mine will bare the pups of another. Even in the event of this Sesshomaru’s death. You are still mine,” the slender fingers sharpened to deadly points dug into her wrist painfully forcing her to yelp in pain.
Inuyasha wanted to rush forward, but he could only watch the ordeal knowing the interference between the two mean death and not just his own. The beast that rose to the surface wouldn’t listen to anything. He feared that even when Kagome told the truth she wouldn’t make it through but he underestimated her yet again.
“It’s yours Sesshomaru. The night before you left. I was still exhausted from weaving all those barriers for you because you insisted that I should control them all before you left. I swear the pup is yours I didn’t want anyone else. I never touched anyone else. Kyra wouldn’t let another male around me anyway…”
Sated fury died away enough for logic to rise to the surface when the woman lowered her barrier. He released the hands and buried his nose into her neck. His scent that had once marred her skin so thickly had long since faded. But no other male musk other than the hanyou, kitsune, and dragon could be picked up from her. Deep beneath all this though was the mix of his power and hers. He felt guilty for accusing her so; the hint of blood in the air told him he had been quite rough with her. Fear for once radiated off her, but not from what he had done to her but what he could do to their pup. It all piled the guilt into a spring in his stomach. Slowly he moved to lock eyes with the miko. His tongue twisted with what he should say to the woman and he chose to raise each wrist to his mouth to sooth the wounds to compensate a least a little for his mistake.
He couldn’t tell her that his fear of someone taking her away from him the entire time he lay helpless. It was a grateful bit of luck that he had even managed to survive the gunpowder blast that destroyed most of his army as well as part of the enemy. It was even better luck that Inuyasha had been in the vicinity and sensed the explosion. Curiosity drew him from the Southern Lands to the Western Territories where he found Sesshomaru. Grumbling and groaning the entire time he still helped the inu lord to a safe place to heal. He assisted when the taiyoukai allowed and each time the half-inu stated it was because of the miko. If anything happened to Sesshomaru and he could prevent it Kagome would fly into him. So for nearly three months he suffered the presence of his half brother and longed for the touch of his miko.
“Mine,” he whispered possessively nuzzling the mark on her skin.
He pulled away suddenly and returned to the makeshift bed. Kyra to his right curled into a ball beside him as he patted the spot to his left. When Kagome settled beside him he crooned contently. A final thought rushed through his mind.
“This Sesshomaru request that you take up the responsibilities that accompany being my mate. You will tend to my body from this point onwards.”
When both females were dozing comfortably he opened his eyes and watched the half inu. Inuyasha posed beside the fire, arms crossed, legs cross, eyes shut.
“It’s rude to stare,” he grumbled cracking an eyelid to stare grudgingly at the inu lord.
“This Sesshomaru owes you thanks. Should you remain with us until my return to the palace I will see that you are honoured with the title and position rightfully yours.”
“Feh,” he shrugged and returned his gaze to the back of his lids, “If you stopped moving so much you wouldn’t have to worry about reopening your damn wounds.”
“Hn.”
& #8220;Kyra!” Kagome looked around the cave upon waking, “Kyra where are you?!” she wasn’t quiet with her hysterics which stirred the inu from his rest.
A week had passed and Kagome was certain she was going to be forced to return to the palace soon. No one knew where she was exactly, nor the real reason behind her leave. She hadn’t really properly prepared for a lengthy trip away from the palace and there was certain to be many things to answer to when she returned. Of course Sesshomaru would be with her and his presence would probably answer many things but it would also bring up many questions as well. Then there was the idea of the inu take up all the tasks all at once. She didn’t like those thoughts in the least and she hoped he would let her help until his full health returned.
But after a week of rest and having the miko see to his wounds he was feeling much better. The golden hues had cracked at her frantic voice and before she could pull away from him and take her body warmth he snaked his arms around her and aborted her futile attempt.
“Inuyasha has taken her for a walk,” he explained hoping she would see the hidden meaning behind what he said.
Obviously the thought of her missing child was too much to handle and her mind completely blew away the underlying agenda. Her head whipped sharply to the side so she could stare over her shoulder and down into this sun-kiss coloured eyes.
“What?!” she hissed, “You let him take her out. Are you insane? I don’t want…”
Sesshomaru rolled over pulling the woman, who had been wiggling in his grasp, under him. Their lips met and in her anger she didn’t seek pleasure but pain so bite his bottom lip harshly hoping he would pull away. But he groaned at the brutal act and let her scratch, claw and bite, all she wanted. With her blunt human nails and teeth she didn’t minimal damage that healed almost instantly since his body no longer had to suffer from the battle wounds that plagued him for so long.
“Kagome the half-breed could have left me for dead. He has shown that he is worthy to take position in the Western Court once more. I believe you can trust our daughter in the protection of her uncle for a few hours,” he nuzzled her neck in hopes to calm her raging body enough to be receptive to his touches, “I’ve missed you,” he added, “and it’s been so long…”
He didn’t finish the statement due to the lips sealing against his. Kagome listened to his words and took them in slowly. If Sesshomaru, who had shown such hatred for Inuyasha, trusted the hanyou with his pup then she too could trust him. Letting the moan escape pass her lips she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him as low as he was willing to go as to not crush his pup she carried. When he pulled away suddenly she looked up confused.
“Kagome forget me,” he hesitated as he spoke, “I have caused you unnecessary pain and went as far as to accuse your loyalty.”
“All good relationships endure hardships,” she shrugged, “Besides I didn’t mate prideful inu for nothing. Now are you going take me or are we going to chit chat until our beloved daughter returns with her uncle.”
Smirking at her eagerness Sesshomaru pulled at her clothing undressing her quickly exposing the silky skin that he had missed. Each time she had to change his bandages over the past week had been a trial for his control. Even reminding himself that she was only doing her job didn’t help because when she lingered for too long he crooned and the sound would affect her arousal, which obviously stiffened him. It was obvious to her his affect when she had to see to the injury on his thigh. Working around the hakamas was no good so she commonly loosened the only clothing he wore, and hid his length with the fur blanket. Blushing madly she’d see to that wound quickly and was shocked when he didn’t tease her like she had expected. Then again, their daughter and Inuyasha were in the cave with them. The onetime Inuyasha had been gone and Kyra was asleep Kagome took her time attending each injury. She left his hip for last as usual but when she finished dressing him she stole a glance to their slumbering pup before she kissed her inu lover and brought her hand to his engorged length hidden beneath the blankets. Unfortunately the hanyou returned and to save her some dignity he had to force her to stop before he passed the threshold.
He argued that his suffering was the least that he could do seeing that his two females had endured the pain of lost for three long months. But the look on the half-breed’s face told him that he was growing annoyed with them. It was probably the reason he asked Kyra if she wanted to go for a walk giving Sesshomaru time to seduce his mate. He wasn’t sure when the hanyou would make his reappearance so he pulled away tossing away the hakamas he wore loosely around his form instead of wasting time with them later. His female was glowing in his eyes. From the plump, full breast to the bulge of her belly. He could swear she was larger than before but as with Kyra she kept her aura blocking the pup within. She had told him that she wanted her children to surprise her. Normal he didn’t like surprises in his life but he agreed to her terms and for any pups they had he would wait with her until she gave birth.
“Sesshomaru are you going to think all day or join me?” she mocked but the giggle that followed her comment was interrupted with an eep when he rolled onto his back dragging her along with him.
Straddling him was a far more comfortable position with her size. He had learnt well from her pregnancy with Kyra. His deadly claws ease cautiously between their bodies to flick the sensitive clit. Groaning she moved against his fingers before growing frustrated enough to pull his length into her hands and drive herself onto the stiff rod. They both hissed and she had to admit that the sudden pull of her walls was a smidge painful. It wasn’t much but rather than suffering she stilled, enjoying the tortured look in the golden gaze. Finger sprawled out along the flawless skin of his chest avoiding the dip of his waist still wrapped in white cloth and under her vigilant care at all times. Rising her hips slowly she let gravity pull her down quickly embedding herself once more and stopping again. The inu grunted at the slow movement but understood the woman’s wish for a deadly pace. Either she really sought to punish him or, his best guess, she was easing her body into the feeling of being whole with him once more. The tight cling of her walls around him was nearly painful even for him as he felt her lift her weight again, this time he gripped her hips and guided her down as he rose to meet her. The slow pace wasn’t exactly unwanted but the gentleness of their caress and the soft brush of skin against skin was rare. His beast loved to dominate and Kagome had come to love the roughness his beast brought. This time reminded him he should ‘make’ rather than ‘take’ more often.
The deep slow penetrations were off beat from their heaving chests. Before his eyes he watched her breasts bounce under not only her heavy breathing but also with each shift of her body against his. Although there was so much he long to do to her he told his beast to be patient. He would wait until the comforts of home surrounded them. But at that moment it was enough to simply have her just as she was. Leisurely strokes, deeply penetrating, rubbing an unbearable friction of skin against skin coated in nothing more than the sweet nectar of her cavern. At long last the building heat grew too much and the couple found their release within seconds of each other. Kagome collapsed in a final thrust just as the inu let his blanket of cum begin the process of coating her with his essence and scent again. For her own comforted he pulled the woman off his spent shaft and beside him where he could snake his arms around her.
“Kagome,” the taiyoukai hoped she was alert enough to listen to his words, “I have come to realize that you mean more to me than a comfortable female companion,” he began confidently, “and it’s completely possible that you have cause me to have fallen in love with you.”
“Of course,” she mumbled with a laugh, “Pin the blame on me.”
“This Sesshomaru has reason to believe that any change is all due to your stubborn nature.”
“Well it just so happens that, that’s fine with me. Besides…” she leaned up from her position and chastely caught his lips with hers, “I love you too.”
T he following weeks had been hectic. It wasn’t too much of an exaggeration that nearly everyone in youkai society was beyond shock to see the Western Lady return not only with her daughter and the banished half-breed but also a completely, well nearly completely, healthy Sesshomaru. The inu had taken up his title immediately. Kagome, now experienced in the handlings assisted him when he permitted. When he found a certain, long forgotten by the miko, note a few days after returning home from a certain lord requesting his female to think about mating Sesshomaru rage grew dangerously. He flew into the Andon and that night took his dominance of the woman, never letting so much as a hand move against his will. When his miko still looked at him with the happy, yet sad, eyes he worried. Something bothered her immensely and he didn’t like it. At long last the miko gave in and told him what she knew about the future. Of course he held her and expressed that being warned of the future made them prepared to prevent the worst from happening. It was four days after this that Sesshomaru gathered the Lords together and explained what he had heard of the future. Not even a quarter of an hour past before a jumping Kyra rushed into the room.
“Otou-sama!,” she exclaimed rushing to his side and giving a formal bow.
“Kyra you know better,” he snapped and pointed to the door for his nearly three year old daughter to leave the room.
“But otou-sama my baby brother or sister is on the way,” her smile was wide and cheery.
With that the inu was out of the room and following the hall to the staircase leading to the main family rooms. He could hear the small whimpers on the other side of the door and muffled commands from the mid-wife. Andon had followed him and after a moment spoke up.
“Haven’t you learnt from the last time? Waiting here will only make the wait seem longer,” he gestured for the inu to trail him to his study, “I’m hoping you will forgive me for my indecent actions. If I had only known…”
Sesshomaru waited with Andon, trying to pass the time as best as possible. With Kyra bouncing on his lap happily most of the time. He watched as she picked out words on certain scrolls and read the once she knew with confidence. Even though his attention was on the young pup he strained to listen to each person who walked pass the room. Time didn’t agree with him at all and he noticed that things weren’t going as fast as last time. In no time the sun set meaning the miko had been in the room double the time she had spent in labour with Kyra. The young girl fell asleep and he carried her to bed. Just as he was leaving he saw the midwife leave, excited eyes glanced at the door she left open for him as she walked away.
Sitting in bed the woman carried not only one bundle but two. Blinking he drew near and looked down at the tiny creatures to indeed see two faces, two sets of eyes, two tiny button noses. Each of them were identical in looks. From the silver hair to the striped green cheek and the blue crescent moon. The pale skin and pointed ears. Their eyes were closed and he wished they would wake, if only for a second, so he could study the colour. But one only yawned, followed by the other.
“Two,” he murmured he reached to coddle the first twin.
“Kyra should be pleased to have two baby brothers,” she smiled obvious exhaustion filling the lines of her face.
He didn’t say anything as place the first bundle on the mattress and took the second while his mate moved to lay down and sleep. The young female pup was adjusted to having her mother to herself, other than to share with her father. Since his last lesson she never had any more issues with possessively claiming the miko. But the young pup was not the only one any longer and she would have to come to terms that her mother would have to spread her time between the three.
In the morning Sesshomaru made two discoveries. The first was from the glowing orbs of his twin boys. Although identical looking in most of their facial features the twins had different colour eyes. One the fire gold of his gaze and the other a deep blue of his mother’s. The other was his correct assumption about Kyra. The young pup bounced excitedly into the room with a polite knock for a warning. But when she saw the new born babe cradled in her mother’s arms she rushed over and tried to pry the pup away. Sesshomaru sighed and pulled the older pup away to hold within his lap.
“No that’s my kaa-san and this is my otou-sama!” she hugged her father as he chuckled and patted her head.
It took some time but soon Kyra learnt to accept her brothers and under the guidance of her father began to share the attentions each parent gifted their children with.
T he years seemed to fly by after that. Looking down in her arms she rocked the small bundle. From behind her a set of arms engulfed her waist as a chin settled on her shoulder while they looked at the world from above. The high skyscraper overlooked what was modern Tokyo.
“Kyra is coming,” he hushed in her ear, “She wants to see her baby sister.”
Kagome chuckled and locked deep sapphire on amber. The new addition to her family was smiling brightly reminding the inu of her mother. Unlike his last three pups this one adorned his mate’s jet black almost midnight blue coloured hair. It pleased him greatly so see his mate carrying his pup once more. Between raising and training the other three as well as settle youkai society to hide behind the scenes things had been too stressful for him to even consider pupping his mate once more. Then he had to exhaust her aura which was a nearly impossible task as each passing year as her power grew more and more. When he had woken after one long week and a half of attempts to smell the change in her aura he purred with joy and took her again to show her how pleased he was. Now five months later they had settled into the swing of bringing up the small creature.
“Where is she?” a voice cut in suddenly.
Green eyes locked onto the securely held bundle in her mother’s arms. Dropping a large bag on her father’s desk Kyra closed the distance between them and held out her arms to take up her little sister.
“Hey there Misa,” she cooed, “Now just because you live in that house alone doesn’t mean kaa-san and otou-sama belong solely to you,” she warned.
“Kyra must you really?”
“Yes of course I must,” she replied with a knotted brow, “I don’t want anyone to take you away from me,” catching her father’s glare she added: “Unless it’s otou-sama.”
Crooning the inu nuzzled the woman’s neck, not afraid to show his affection before family and not moving from his position wrapped about her.
“I bought a stuffy for you as a truce,” the young woman added handing over her sister and pulled out a large fluffy white dog stuff toy from the bag she had abandoned earlier, “Sorry to run out on you so fast but Keitaro is waiting for me.”
“When will you give me a grandchild Kyra?” Kagome teased, her oldest daughter had been mated for over a century now and still had yet to conceive.
The thought worried Sesshomaru for fear that he had set up his daughter with an infertile male. From the scent of her female heats he knew she was not the cause of the bare state. Of course there was also the issue that the male was too weak for her after all. But Kyra insisted that her body just wasn’t ready for a pup and beg her father to let her stay with the male she had fallen in love with. Sesshomaru, understanding the feeling, had grown soft towards his daughter and let her get her way this once.
“I told you Tai and Sho will more than likely give you your grand pups first. Go bug them,” and with her final comeback she was gone.
Kagome returned her gaze on the world, passing by them. The people were ants all rushing about with their seconds. Sesshomaru although looking out the window was focused more on the faded reflection of his mate carrying his pup.
“I want another,” he stated after a moment.
“Another?”
“Pup,” he growled nipping her neck gently and then soothing it with his tongue.
“Ah… but I just had Misa,” she moaned thankful the inu was supporting her now as she tried to focus enough to hold their daughter.
“It is ideal to have multiple pups to prevent an uncontrollable possessiveness,” he argued leading the woman to desk.
He reached around to retrieve his newborn pup and place her in the carrier the woman had brought with her when she came to visit him at the office. His company knew better than to deny her access to his office even when he wasn’t there. He hadn’t been expecting her to show so soon after delivering but now that she was here he might as well take advantage of her.
“Sesshomaru,” she moaned when his fingers found their way around the thin material of her silk panties after pushing the skirt she wore over her hips, “Not here.”
“Too late,” he murmured and loosened his belt, “I need you. You never complaint the last time I took you.”
“But you’re meeting…” she pointed out gasping loudly when his penis slid into her aching core.
“The damn buffoons know what they’re doing; they’ll be fine alone for one meeting.”
“Sesshomaru…” she stopped unable to phase what she was going to say.
“What?” his pry forced her to concentrate.
“Harder,” she groaned and prepared herself for his deep poundings.
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I can now tell you the rest of the challenge:
Sesshomaru had to die but not... and in the process Inuyasha had to be involved somehow.
Kagome had to have a little girl first.
They had to live to the modern age era.
Yeah so that`s it and I hopeall enjoyed it.