InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Respect ❯ Chapter 1

“Sesshomaru-sama, do you feel the wind picking up? It's gotten very strong all the sudden!” Jaken asked, as he leaned into the blowing wind, shielding his eyes and hanging on to his hat for dear life.

 

“Yes, it has.”

 

Kagura, he thought. Sesshomaru recognized her scent immediately, the unmistakable smell of Naraku that was ever-present with the powerful wind she was always accompanied with. This had been one of many of her “appearances” to him, always approaching in a showy way and addressing him in a disrespectful cocky manner. Sesshomaru despised her, for who she was and who she came from. Yet he felt an attraction to her, whether it was from pity, because of her gall or just her sultry way he couldn't understand. A nauseous feeling washed over him when he tried to think about it..

 

“What could she want now?” he asked himself under his breath.

 

The trees swayed and bent violently, cracking branches and sending them whipping through the air. And then it stopped as suddenly as it began. Standing a few feet away was Kagura.

 

“Hey, Sesshomaru,” she said in her usual curt tone. She peered coyly over the top of her fan at him, batting her eyelashes. She slowly lowered her fan and closed it with a flick of her wrist. “Can I talk to you,” she asked, as she looked at Jaken and Rin she added, “…alone?”

 

“What is it you want Kagura? Your little visits are getting tiresome,” Sesshomaru asked her sharply.

 

“How dare you, you disrespectful wench! Sesshomaru-sama has no time to deal with the likes of you!” Jaken spouted out, partially guarding himself behind Sesshomaru's leg.

 

“I need to speak with you, privately,” Kagura said in a flirtatious way, as she ran the edge of her fan under the opening of her kimono up and down loosening it, just exposing the skin below her neck. She smiled coyly, making no effort to hide her intentions.

 

Sesshomaru's bottom eyelids rose sharply to this. Her blatantly toying with him time and time again was wearing his patience with her thin. “Jaken,” he said without taking his glare off of Kagura. “Take Rin and go on ahead.”

 

“Are you sure Sesshomaru-sama? I don't trust this wench,” Jaken responded.

 

“I said go.”

 

“As you wish,” Jaken said as he nervously looked up at his master. Is he going to kill this woman? He thought. I had better take Rin a good distance away; I have no idea what Sesshomaru-sama is planning.

Sesshomaru watched out of his peripheral vision as Jaken and Rin's profile got smaller and smaller into the horizon. As soon as he could see them no more, he rushed at Kagura in a flash grabbing her by the throat suspending her in the air. She was completely taken by surprise, her fan knocked out her hands. Kagura grabbed his wrist in reflex, trying to pull it away from her neck. His claws were piercing into her skin and his grip was so tight she was struggling to breathe.

 

“Wh-why?” she managed to choke out.

 

Sesshomaru could see the fear in her eyes, the life beginning to drain out of her as she frantically clawed at his wrist trying to get him to release her. Her pulse was racing under the grasp of his hands. “Why? You fucking cock-teasing bitch,” he angrily said as he jerked her closer to him, holding her just inches from his face. “What makes you think you can come to me and act this way? You cohort with that bastard Naraku, kidnap my human girl and then you think you can come and disrespect me by flaunting yourself like a whore? I should have killed you a long time ago.”

 

Loosening his grip, Kagura drew in a deep guttural breath. Gasping desperately for air she stuttered, “I thought, you were going to kill me,” she panted as she tried to take control of her breathing. “Please, I didn't…”

 

“Be quiet! I've heard enough from you,” he shouted. Sesshomaru lowered down to her feet, still gripping Kagura's throat. He started to walk forward while still holding her, making her clumsily trip as she tried to walk backwards in step with him, until he pushed her against a tree. He stared at her for what seemed like forever, making her grow more and more anxious, she still wasn't sure if he was going to kill her or not. Her mind raced as it tried to catch up on what was happening. On one hand, she was terrified that Sesshomaru might actually kill her. On the other, she felt a rush of excitement flowing through her. Having the possibility that he might just be putting on an aggressive front, that he actually wanted her, was what she had desired for so long. Kagura had always imagined him to be a rough and dominant lover, but this was a bit more extreme than what she expected. She could see that he was clearly angry with her, and his strangling her was beyond foreplay. She looked up directly into his eyes, trying not to show her fear. Their eyes locked, she started to notice a slight half-mouthed grin on his face; his eyes starting to slant a bit.

 

“So, what should I do with you?” Sesshomaru asked in a sneer voice. Turning her head in his hand, he saw blood dripping down her neck from where his thumb claw had punctured her skin.

 

“Please, Sesshomaru,” Kagura pleaded, “I want nothing more than…..”

 

“Still lacking respect, I see,” he said, cutting her off. “You don't learn very quickly, do you?” Kagura felt his grip starting to tighten again.

 

“No, please! I meant no disrespect to you!” she said as quickly as she could, feeling her wind pipe starting to be cut off once again. “Sesshomaru….sama, please!”

 

“That's better now, isn't it?” he said. Looking at the blood that was streaming down her neck, he loosened his strangle hold on her. Moving his thumb up onto her jaw, Sesshomaru started to roll her head to the left, tilting it to the side exposing her neck.

 

“How…how would you like me to show respect to you, Sesshomaru-sama?” Kagura asked him in a demure tone.

 

Sesshomaru ignored her question; his eyes were fixated on the wound on her neck. The smell of her blood, fear and the flowing excitement between her legs combined were overwhelming his senses. He was rock hard, and was trying to fight the primal urge to just throw her down and fuck the hell out of her. There was no way he was going to let her get off so easy, he wanted her to suffer for all the teasing she had inflicted upon him. He wanted to use her body like the vulgar whore she was, and make her beg for him to stop.

 

“Sesshomaru-sama…?”

 

He pressed himself up against her, taking in more of her scent. Bending his head down, Sesshomaru started to lick the trail of blood from the base of her neck up to the puncture site under her jaw. Running his tongue further up to her ear, he brushed his lips against her ear lobe and whispered, “I'm going to make you scream that.”