InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Pleasure Cells ❯ The Introduction ( Chapter 1 )

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

<i>Warning: This story is not for the faint hearted or people under the age of 18. It is smut, I will not apologize for anything you read becasue I'm warning you now.</i>

Disclaimer: Inuyasha is owned by Rumiko Takahashi and her more than brilliant mind and I own no part of it. And I make no profits from writing this story.

Beta: <b>Teana</b> , to whom I am very grateful for. Thank you!

*Smiles* Now lets embark on a new journey. Enjoy.


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<i>"Now close your eyes...

Open them to something new ...

Life can never be the same once you see the mystery covered behind the disguise of reality...

Purity and indifference are two masks of the same...

Our insecurities force our facades...

We must hide our desires...

For we would know shame if the world were allowed a peek underneath..."</i>


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“Names?”

The young woman didn’t even bother to look up as she demanded identification. Her attention scarce, she concentrated on the numerous requests that littered her polished cherry wood desk. Thumbing through paperwork, humming a tune to herself, she was unaware of the irritation caused by her impolite antics.

"Now, Airi, is that anyway to greet your best customer?" The smooth voice caught her frail attention.

The woman's head snapped up, a smile already tilting her lips as she flashed pearly white teeth, "Miroku-sama! So nice to see you," her smile tinted coy as she added, "Are you here to see me?"

A violet eye winked suggestively, charm flowing from his pours, Miroku grinned deviously, "As always to see your beauty shine is a treat-"

"Stop! I didn't let you drag me here to watch your half assed flirting! Get to the fucking point so we can hurry up and get outta here. I got better ways to waste my time."

Airi's brown gaze cut murderously towards the man she didn't notice standing there. Clearing her throat, she straightened her back and decided to play her role, "Welcome to '<i>Purity</i>' Shikon's Sensual Simulation Spa...here we specialize in creating a realm of comfort for our customers. Your happiness is our reward-"

"Yeah, yeah...we don't need a speech just open the damn doors." The rude one with white hair cut off her flow again. Was it possible for eardrums to smoke; because it seemed that black stream was beginning to flitter from the female's ears almost as dark as the glower for which her face contorted.

She looked to him fully now. He stood with his arms crossed. Impatience colored his demeanor, a sneer on his lips, revealing a glinted fang that spoke of his irritation. However the bright gold of his eyes and roundness of his face slighted his tough boy routine, no matter how badly he attempted to hide it.

Airi felt some of her anger ebb reluctantly. He was divine. Rude and incredibly outspoken but divine all the same. The world was shallow. Smirking with joy for a newfound eye candy, she was not ashamed to be a part of it.

"Please accept my apologies for my brash friend. He can be unnecessarily harsh in his hurry," Miroku soothed in vain as Inuyasha feh'd.

"No worries, Miroku-sama. I am sure your handsome friend, um..."

"Inuyasha," the monk supplied kindly.

"Inuyasha," she rolled the unfamiliar name around her mouth, making a decision on spot that she enjoyed its taste before continuing, " has probably experienced a rough day...hopefully we can make it all better." I could make it all better she added mentally.

Miroku made no attempt to tell her this behavior wasn't the effects of a bad day, moreover it was a daily attitude. He shrugged it off with a simple nod, then turning his attention to his partner in crime, "You see that politeness Airi-san is showing. Won't you be so kind as to offer her an apology as well?"

The half demon released a feh' once more and looked to the female sitting before him. The insult he was saving became useless once she was smiling at him. Even Inuyasha couldn't deny a beauty such as the young woman with honey flecked brown eyes. He chose to advert his gaze and look around while Miroku finished off the loose ends with her.

This was his first time here, and pinch him for being a nag but visiting a spa didn't seem like the most thrilling of activities. Or hardly manly for that fact, he thought.

The settings were fair, so far. However, they were only at the entrance, as Miroku called it. The glass windowed room with automatic sliding doors was his first impression and it looked like any regular spa although on the big side.

The sun shone brightly, invading the glass wall of the front and illuminating the ivory white three corners of the waiting area. A row of push leather cream chairs lined opposite walls and in them sat a handful of rich looking snobs awaiting appointments to enter the double doors that were stationed behind the cherry wood desk of this Miss Airi.

Inuyasha suppressed a deep drawn sigh and tried not to think about slicing any woman in two that attempted to paint his claws.

"Yash?"

Spaced out gold eyes focused, turning to the monk the hanyou answered smartly, "Huh?"

"Let us enter." The houshi began to walk around the desk and to the double doors behind it.

Inuyasha followed, "Stop talking like that. You sound like the ice prince."

Miroku laughed and waited for Airi to push the button to open the doors. When they opened he looked back to the woman who was watching them, or more specifically watching his friend.

She smiled when she caught his eye; her's lightening mischievous, "Have a nice time and Inuyasha..."

He turned.

"Hopefully you will find it enjoyable enough to visit again. Maybe I'll join you some time later, to make sure of that."

She smiled once more at the small tint to his cheeks as the doors closed behind them. The things she would do to that half demon.

FD~FD~FD

The aura inside the spa was incredibly soothing. The smell of sweet jasmine, peaches, and sakura that floated in the air painted the atmosphere floral.

Inuyasha’s ears twitched, moving from side to side picking up different moans and sighs of contentment as they were treated behind all the many doors for which they passed.

They were being escorted by a big panther demon that awaited them when they passed through the double doors. To where they were being led, he had no clue. All he knew was that this place was huge; they had already passed so many doors, zigzagging throughout the never-ending building as if they were stuck in a maze.

Inuyasha was beginning to believe this big motherfucker guiding them had gotten them lost until he spotted a lone elevator at the end of another long hallway.

This hallway, however, was different from the others. In contrast, where the other hallways were lined with exotic doors, each looking as if they led to a different world, this hall was bare. It had no doors, no blending colors that put eyes at ease, just barren walls of white; no doors, no colors, only a long hallway to which an elevator door awaited like a dead end.

<i>‘Better not made me come here for nutin. Damn monk’</i> he grumbled in his head and released a small impatience growl of annoyance.

Miroku turned at the sound and gave a winning sheepish smile towards his hanyou companion. “Relax my friend and enjoy.”

“Enjoy what? Ain’t shit happening but a bunch of fucking walking! This place looks boring just like all the other stupid spas,” Inuyasha retorted in his usual gruff voice, “you betta’ not made me waste all that cash on that stupid black card.”

“Inuyasha you wound me so,” the houshi put his hand to his chest in a dramatic gesture, “when have I been known to disappoint you?”

The hanyou opened his mouth to remind the monk about that blind date he set him on last year but was cut off by Miroku’s quick explanation.

“It was a lady, I assure you. She was just a little rough around the edges.”

Inuyasha released his trade mark feh’ and shoved his hands in his pockets, rolling his eyes, “Yea rough around the edges. I guess that huge Adams apple was just one of those rough edges <i>‘she’</i> was sporting too, huh?”

Miroku fisted his hand and brought it to his mouth to cough lightly into as if he were clearing his throat. “You just jump to far too many conclusions.”

“If you two are done, would you step into the elevator,” the deep voice of Shoji, the escort, interrupted the little spat as he held the elevator door open. The two men looked confused before realizing they had reached the end of the hall and had stopped in front of their destination only to bicker.

“Ahh… yes,” Miroku exclaimed before motioning Inuyasha to enter.

The steel door slide shut behind them as Shoji opened a locked compartment under the number buttons with his key. Once it opened it revealed a key pad and he pushed in the numbers. The elevator started to move downwards for only a minute before it stopped completely but did not open.

“What da hell! Why’d it go down? Did it fall?! Are we-” Inuyasha asked looking around, he was positive that this building only contained three floors and they were both located above.

“Calm yourself. All is as it should be,”

Inuyasha was going to further his argument but stopped when he heard Shoji begin a chant of some sort. He peered at the muscular male in curiosity before looking over to the monk in silent inquiry.

Miroku placed a finger to his lips indicating silence as Shoji continued to chant. Then the elevator opened and at first the only thing seen was a brick wall hindering any view at all but the more Shoji chanted the more the brick wall began to fade into nothingness.

When the illusion finally cleared Inuyasha’s eyes widen in shock when they were no longer standing inside the elevator but they were now located outside the closed elevator door, a couple feet from it actually.

It appeared they were in a dungeon, a small dungeon with brick walls all around and no doors or windows for an escape. Inuyasha was on high alert, it seemed they had been deceived, he crouched low, dropping in a fighting stance ready to tear that big motherfucker Shoji limb from limb if he made even a subtle move that looked like an attack.

Miroku, never one to miss a beat, placed a calming hand on his friend’s tense shoulder. Inuyasha turned his attention to the monk at his side and relaxed somewhat when the houshi nodded his head silently saying it was okay.

After no horde of demons appeared, or no one tried to purify him into oblivion, Inuyasha calmed and waited. He would never admit it but he trusted Miroku with his life.

The tiny white dog ears on top of his head twitched when he heard a creek of a door. He had to double take because he could have sworn that door wasn’t there a moment ago.

Miroku just stood by impassively when the door appeared and opened, letting small light into the dark damp dungeon. He said nothing when a young lady who had to be twenty five stood just outside the door, patiently waiting for them to step forward.

Inuyasha on the other hand had the decency to blush a dark crimson at the woman’s lack of clothes. He averted his eyes to the stone floor and Miroku glanced at him and smirked.

Shoji nodded to the unidentified woman before chanting once again and disappearing.

The lady at the door waited patiently while looking at the two expectantly. She stood with no clothing, as naked as the day of her birth but she seemed indifference to the fact.

Being a male Inuyasha had no choice but to peek up from his gazing at the floor to her petite body. She was small no more than 5’4 but she was nicely proportioned. Her pink dusted nipples stood erect from being exposed. The curves she showcased looked dangerous; he led his eyes down her figure to her unhindered and shaven womanhood that sat up and proud to be on display.

Inuyasha felt the blood rushing to his quickly swelling cock, and his face flushed in honest embarrassment. She was a truly beautiful woman.

“Are you coming?” she finally spoke in a gentle and small voice.

“I hope he’s not, how embarrassing would that be,” Miroku joked, taking in the look of shock that was etched into the hanyou’s face. He walked forward toward the nude lady with ease and handed her a black card he had fished out of his black pocket.

Inuyasha growled at his back but kept quiet otherwise and followed suit; silently thanking Kami for the baggie khaki pants he’d chosen.

"I need your black card, sir." She said when Inuyasha made no attempt to give it to her. So focused on her body, Inuyasha forgot about the expensive little black card Miroku made him purchase.

"Sir?"

"Oh yeah," Inuyasha suddenly scrambled into his pocket, taking out the card with the silver letters PC and handed it to her.

"Thank you. Follow me."

Miroku tugged Inuyasha’s arm forward, gesturing him to move. They walked behind the unclothed lady, Miroku very bashfully staring at her naked ass while Inuyasha stole subtle peeks every few steps.

They caught up to her in no time, walking along side her, the monk tried to hide his disappointment at the lost of his view by making conversation.

“You are a new face. What is your name?”

She lifted her eyes. They were so dark in their appearance they looked as if the imitated the night. Unblinkingly, she answered, only speaking when spoken to, “My name is Sayai.”

Miroku peered down at her taking in all her pretty features. High cheek bones, red plump lips and a round face. He knew she was new, and not only because he’d never seen her before. It was customary for new people to walk around with no clothes here. Clothes were a privilege and therefore must be earned.

“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

Sayai blushed prettily at the charming smile on his handsome face as she led them to another door.

They followed her out of the dungeon and Inuyasha’s eyes widen a fraction on what he saw when finally out of the darkened space.

Chains and shackles hung from the walls. Half dressed and fully undressed people walked around as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The space was endless. Cells lined up everywhere line a maze of small prisons.

From as far as Inuyasha could tell some cells were closed off and secluded for the customers who didn’t want an audience but others were made of glass and all the sexual activities were put on display.

Moans, screams and groans could be heard from everywhere, the scent of arousal infuriated Inuyasha’s sensitive nose, causing his already harden member to go rigid. He stood rooted to the spot taking in all the pleasured faces of the people who were on display within the glass cells.

“Follow me please,” Sayai’s sweet voice dragged him from his lustful pondering.

They obeyed with only Inuyasha showing reactions to the things going on around him. Sayai led them to a spiral stone staircase heading down. The stairs looked like they came out of an old Dracula’s movie, with its black steps and narrow passageway.

They descended the steps in a line, Sayai in front followed by Miroku and last Inuyasha, the staircase was too thin to walk side by side. They descended the steps for three minutes before Sayai and Miroku made an abrupt stop. Inuyasha had to halt immediately to keep from crashing into them and sending them all tumbling down the rest of the stair.

“A warning would’ve been nice,” Inuyasha mumbled under his breath but was ignored by the other two occupants of the narrow stairs.

Sayai turned to her left and looked at a spot on the black stone wall that looked no different than any other part of the dark stones. However her eyes stayed glued to that one spot so long Inuyasha was beginning to imagine things popping up there. He was just about to ask her what she saw when she tapped the wall five times and began to chant much like how Shoji had done earlier.

The hanyou watched in awe over Miroku’s shoulder as the wall began to shift and turn. This place was definitely packed filled with enchantments. The stone contorted until it made a secret passage the shape of a normal sized door, but completely black. Even with his heightened senses he couldn’t see more than a black doorway in the already dark staircase.

Sayai took one step into the unrevealing door and vanished. Miroku followed and with one step he too disappeared knowing Inuyasha would follow.

The hanyou looked on in confusion, he was about to protest when Sayai disappeared but the stupid monk just had to go too. Inuyasha growled in aggravation before venturing into the unknown.


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“Enter.”

A soft but strong feminine voice responded to the light knock on her middle ages looking wooden door. The door creaked and shifted stubbornly but eventual gave in to the person on the other side, revealing a dark brown haired woman with a black skin tight leather tube dress.

The dress was made like a corset in the front with black lace strings to pull it together, giving the woman’s breast an extra push up, squeezing her plump twins together. The black leather dressed stopped at the middle point of her ass, showing a black thong and the bottom cup of her rounded derriere.

The woman, who opened the door, looked across the dark room to her mistress that sat atop a throne like black chair. This was the lair and she who sat upon that chair was the mistress of Pleasure Cell and the owner of <i>"Purity</i>".

The woman gave a low bow, in respect, as she spoke.

“My mistress, the girls are once again fighting.”

“Rise, Sango” the lady of the pleasure cell waited until her employee stood tall before addressing her once again, “What girls are fighting?”

Sango sighed, “Kagura and Yura.”

The mistress already knew why, but she would portray ignorance. Sapphire eyes narrowed in anger, even though she really wasn't. Those two fought always for the same reason. However, as she was currently bored, she asked a question she already knew the answer to.

“Why?”

Sango knew, as well, that her mistress was already aware of the answer but she would answer because no one defied the lady of pleasure cell. Especially in her own lair, that was hidden beneath all others.

“It is the usual; they fight over a client.”

Ah yes, the usual, those two always fought tooth and nail for any client worth fighting for. She was not angry, no not angry but she would foreign fury for a chance to see what all the fuss was about. It was unbefitting for the mistress of the pleasure cell to address a client for she was too great for that.

However, her curiosity was spiked, the two rivals haven’t gone at it for months so who was so important to steer trouble into her domain?

“Bring him to me. It is a him right?” the mistress asked as in a second thought and with a nod of Sango’s pretty brown head she continued to give her orders, “ I would like to see personally what the commotion is all about.”

“As you wish,” Sango turned swiftly on her heel to do her lady’s bidding, hiding a smirk from the dark haired princess sitting atop her dark throne. Her mistress could fool any other around here but Sango had known her for entirely too long.

Sango ascended the mighty spiral staircase to retrieve the lucky male who caught the lady’s eye. It was such a long walk but on the bright side the path was rarely taken. The number of people allowed to enter the chambers was narrow and the number of opportunities to venture so far down the long stairs was scarce.

“Aww…,” Sango groaned in despair realizing she had to take the dreaded trip back down once the man was in her presence. She sighed as she finally reached the top and went on a hunt to catch her mistress's prey, ready to feed him to the head beast.

FD~FD~FD

Erotica, lust, sensual, passionate, desire, all those things mixed into a beautiful blend of fucking. Inuyasha thought it impossible for his impressive hard-on to become even more impressive. The weight that hung between his legs was a testament to how wrong he was.

He could hardly breathe, it felt like all the blood evacuated his head to feed his swollen member far pass the point of being obese. The scene before him was just so…so…so exotic. The action of sex in its rawest forms. Almost primitive with pride, to be so openly displayed.

When he first entered the dark void he never expected to be greeted with such a sight. A sight that was so bold and uncaring of his wandering eyes.

His first step through the darken stone, he too had vanquished into thin air only to reappear on the other side of a dark paradise. The room that was hidden to him before contained two cells side by side. Both cells were of reasonable sizes like that of a regal bedroom.

One cell was on hidden from sight but the other was on display with crystal clear walls for all to see; he was all.

He stood transfixed at the scene playing. There were at least five women in that room with only two men. All were nude; it was a hentai heaven.

The women were beautiful. A red head, a dirty blonde and three ravened haired women, all perfect in their bodily designs and all were playing the song of sex as it were a simple instrument.

In the middle of the cell there were three beds, the kind you lay on when visiting the doctor for an exam. The ends of the beds were all connected giving off the appearance of a three pedaled flower with a triangular center.

The three raven haired women sat up on the beds, with their legs separated as far as they could go with propped up knees. Shackles were attached to each of their ankles with a limited chain connected to underside of the beds to keep their legs apart and rooted. There was a machine on the edge of each bed in the triangular center.

Each machine had what looked as a short metal pole and a different colored and different sized dildo attached to the ends.

Inuyasha could hear the roar of each machine clearly as they acted as drills pushing the fake hard dicks repeatedly in the wet passages of each woman. The half demons eyes and ears greedily soaked in the way each vixen moaned and struggled to stay in that one spot. He moved so close to the glass he could see his breath on the crystal walls.

He panted as they panted, but one of the girls caught his eyes the most so he centered his attention on the one with the longest onyx hair, hanging from the table. He could see her perfectly, as her bed was tilted in the right angle giving him full view of the dildo hammering her pussy and her face as she leaned her head to the side.

She nibbled on her lower lip and leaned back with her arms holding her naked sweating form up behind her. Her eyes were tightly shut as she shouted her praise to the mechanical bright purple cock that pounded into her with forbidden pleasure.

The purple dildo had to be at least ten inches in size with spiral ridges around its hefty frame for added sensation. It rotated after every ten stokes of the machine causing its human mistress to cry and tremble.

Inuyasha watched as she fell silently back when her arms would no longer support her weight. Her legs were still propped up and parted due to the silver shackles around her ankles.

Her glazed eyes, hazy with pleasure looked straight at him or through him, he didn't know. But if there was a problem with him watching her, she didn't show it. He could see the way her lips parted in an attempt to moan. All he could think of was having those lips around his cock.

A brown haired man stalking up to the bed movements broke Inuyasha's captivation. The male stood at 6’1 inches with a lean cut frame. His naked body glistened from previous activities he partook in. His semi-erect member was thick in size and from its appearance it could be assumed that it was very impressive when it stood tall.

Placing his knees on the bed, he climbed on the edge of where her head rested. Using the palm of his hands, he placed them under her and picked up her lax form. He moved her back to the sitting position she so gracefully slipped from.

The chiseled, brown haired male molded their forms together moving his legs on both sides of her so she sat nested between his muscular thighs.

The woman with ebony long locks lay back on his well defined chest, seemly not even aware of her new bed panther. Her main attention was focused on the man-made penis that continued the sensational on-slaughter to her swollen wet lips.

The man behind the woman moved his arms under hers to her front side to stoke her opened legs. His huge palms caressed the insides of her smooth thighs roughly as he looked over her shoulder to the sight of the false shaft fucking her without any hesitation or mercy.

The sexy onna arched her back, her head leaning backwards on his board shoulder when one of his hands stopped caressing her thighs to tease her swollen clit.

“Ahhhh…ahh,” the combined sexual attention was proving to be too much and her body began to convulse with the feel of small orgasms piling up for the big bang.

The hand toying with her love bud didn’t let up on its torture at the sounds of her pitiful whimpering. The hand took precautions and stayed out of the dildo’s way. Occasionally he just stopped and pinched her clit letting the vibrations provided by the fuck-bot roll the bud between his fingers.

Inuyasha watched on hungrily, he could tell by the way her face was scrunching up that she would soon cum. He wanted to see the look of absolute satisfaction play on her fine features when she came hard, and he could tell she was going to come hard.

The white haired hanyou felt a pinch of jealousy for only being a silent observer when the people in the cell were doing all sorts of sinful things.

He quickly smashed down the small feeling as he heard the female moan more aggressively.

The brown haired man rubbed her hardened bud with new found determination, mind set on bringing the bitch to completion. She thrashed against his chest roughly, “Ohhh…ah,” she cried out.

Inuyasha gulped down the lump that formed in his throat, <i>‘here it comes’</i>

“Come on Inuyasha. We don’t have all day,”

“Huh,” Inuyasha’s attention immediately turned towards the smirking pervert at the door to the concealed cell.

“Ohhh…Fuck,” the loud cry came from the cell on display and Inuyasha quickly turned back to the scene, only to find out he missed the big finale.

“Damn Miroku, wat’cha do dat’ for?” Inuyasha sulked.

“Why watch action when you could be a part of it?” the grin on the lechers face was downright mischievous. The violet eyed male walked back into the dark cell, leaving his hanyou friend to deteriorate what he just said.

Inuyasha tore his gaze away from the black cell back to the clear cell. The girl he focused on machine was turned off and she lay panting on the small bed with a goofy grin plastered on her face. The brown haired man moved on to another raven haired girl with short onyx locks.

He missed all of it.

Now on one hand he could sit and watch as the other girl is pleasured or he could follow Miroku into another dark entrance. His golden irises glance back and forth between the two cells. One he could see everything and the other he had no clue.

Inuyasha sighed deeply, grumbling to his self as he picked the latter option. He had better not regret this, was the only thought running though his head while walking to yet other secret passage.

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<i>‘His eyes are like pools of honey,’</i> Sango mused in silent admiration of the Adonis she was privileged enough to escort.

<i>‘Wow with a capital W,</i>’ she didn’t think she would ever see him here, what a beautiful sight, she would surely remember. She snuck another furtive glance at the chiseled demon before she closed the wooden door completely.

Disappearing up the blackened hall of the staircase, a deep sigh of envy was heard as Sango left the perfect male in the clutches of her beloved mistress.

FD~FD~FD

When the door closed with a silent thud his sensitive hearing picked up on the sigh from the other side of the wall. The breathing of his escort penetrated the dusty wood as she lingered by the door then left.

He waited until he heard her fading footsteps disappear before he allowed his eyes freedom to roam his surroundings. The room held a dark look about it, resembling most of the other rooms he’d past by. But still it was considerably different being elaborated much more in a medieval theme.

The lair, as they called it, had more than an ample amount of space and his eyes greedily scanned every part of it that was noticeable.

The black stone walls carved out to what appeared a long and wide rectangle. There were several gray and black cots scattered about and with each cot there were different machine looking things; machines that his eyes couldn’t readily identify. The black cots appeared wider than the gray ones but he didn’t continue on with this investigation further than that.

Choosing instead to look down at the black velvet carpet he stood on. The thick smooth fabric looked heavenly to walk on and he found himself dying to release his feet of the Armani suede shoes he wore.

He looked up noticing the velvet rug was too narrow to cover the room. He find out it was like a red carpet, cutting the room right down the middle, separating the black cots to the right side of the room and the gray cots to the left. The black carpet continued to split the room until it fell short at the foot of a throne like chair.

Now the chair was intriguing, it looked like the throne of Hades spit right out of hell. The foundation was black skulls with diamonds in the empty sockets. About ten of them were placed around the chair.

He stopped looking in the sparkling eyes of the bone heads opting to follow the embedded black flames up to the arm rest. The tips were cobra heads in an attacking position. They looked as if they would come to life and strike out if you had the balls enough to approach the throne.

He definitely had enough balls, so that was not the reason he remained frozen in his place.

The mighty demon lord froze not because of the horrifying surroundings. Not because he was intimidated in the least. He had faced worst, and had stared down the most intimidating creatures as if they were nothing but mere roaches ready to be crushed under the fortitude of his terrifying build.

No, he froze because of the sculpted statue that sat upon the throne. The marble ivory of a dark angel completed the look of dark beauty of the room to its fullest. Sitting diagonally on the throne with both legs thrown over one arm rest and a black covered elbow propped on the other arm rest with a head laid lazily in her opened palm.

She looked so real, but it simply could not be. It must be an illusion because the carved marbled statue emitted no scent. It sat upon the throne like a dark queen motionless. Head laid on top of her open palm, with inky chiseled locks dripping off her hand and pooling around the fake body with some dropped over the side of the arm rest to brush the floor.

The long legs dangled across the arm rest were covered in thigh high black spiked boots. The shiny leather of the boots matched the shiny leather of what looked like a long coat.

He couldn’t make out what exactly the statue was clothed in due to the angle it was positioned and the dark waves of hair that covered most of her front. It was all very beautifully done but what really caught the eye was the perfection in which the artist carved out her face with such deadly precise.

The angular sharpness of her high cheek bones looked warm and was brushed in a light spray paint of rosemary that made it look like a permanent pink blush. The pouty fullness of the lips were crafted in just the right way to look like it was breathing. This was all spectacular but what really put the icing on the cake was the realness of the unblinking eyes.

It felt like she was staring at him for real. As if she could see every invisible flaw with accepting orbs. The long dark lashes only highlighted the most alluring thing of the sculpted lady; her eyes were a blue so clear it made the skies and ocean’s envious of its beauty.

She looked so very real but she could not be; only a statue of a goddess could hold such perfection.

He wanted to touch the skin that was sure to be hard as stone but he feared he would break it.

<i>‘Ridiculous</i>’ he scoffed, <i>‘if this Sesshoumaru wants to touch it, he will.’</i>

But it looked so delicate, like the slightest touch would crack the smooth expanse. The beautiful youkai moved a foot toward the stone and it remained motionless.

He stopped mid stride, not because of anything but the slight twitch of the marble lips that were suppose to remain frozen. Stone doesn't move but her mouth did and it was still moving, turning those supposedly immobile lips into a blossoming smile.

<i>‘More enchantments’</i>

That was a reasonable explanation, seeing as this place was chalk full of spells.

“So…you are what the fuss is about,” the supposedly unable lids blinked, “Can’t say I blame them.”

The clear blue eyes took on a heated look as they appraised his body. The ocean water in her eyes was boiling with lust that could not be impersonated by any spells. There was no mistaking it, the hot eyes and seductive chime to her voice was no illusion.

<i>‘She lives’</i>

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So that's the beginning. To give a heads up, this will be a very short story. I've had this on my computer collecting dusk for a looong time and decided if I don't post it now I'll never move forward with it. I was never really sure about this story so this is more like a test.

Tell me what you think. I love feedback just as much as the next author, so please review. Reviews are fuel and motivation, they keep me going and make me happy and I really like being happy.