InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Respect ❯ Chapter 2

Sesshomaru's hand finally released its hold on Kagura's neck; he grabbed her by her upper arm and flipped her around, pressing her against the tree with his weight. The sharp steel projectiles of his armor dug into her back, and she couldn't help but let out a cry of pain. Kagura struggled to get out from under him, twisting her body trying to get the steel spikes out of her back. Sesshomaru grabbed her by the hair violently, pulling her head back along side his own. She let out a scream as he was further pulling her body against his, forcing the spikes deeper into her flesh. “Listen,” he said firmly, looking down into her distraught eyes. She continued to squirm under him her arms flailing desperately behind her trying to push him off, her eyes squinted shut, her face contorted from her pain. “Listen!” he shouted in her ear. Kagura shuddered from his barking command; she stood frozen still looked up into the cold serious eyes staring at her. “Don't fight me, bitch.”

 

“I'm not trying to fight you! Please, just tell me what you want; you don't need to hurt me,” Kagura pleaded with him, her desperate voice trailing off into light sobs. “I'll do whatever you want.”

 

“Oh, but I do need to,” Sesshomaru said in a frightening tone. “How else is a whore like you going to learn?” He leaned into her harder making the spikes pierce deeper through her skin. Blood was seeping through her kimono and onto his armor. Kagura's face grimaced as she let out a scream; trying desperately to hold back tears of agony. “This is your fault, remember that,” he angrily said through his teeth, as if he was upset with her for forcing him to take such action.

 

`You bastard,' she thought. Kagura became furious with him after hearing those words; she became furious with herself for allowing herself to so easily get in this situation. Then to submit to him like this was gnawing at her conscious, she should have fought back when she could, not let herself be so easily be distracted by her own foolish desires.

 

Letting go of her hair, she felt his hand reaching around her waist pulling at her obi, yanking it loose. Pulling it away and throwing it aside, he pushed himself off of her to grab her kimono by the back of its collar and jerked it down letting the blood soaked garment fall to the ground. Kagura let out a yelp as his armor finally was taken out of her flesh. She stood completely exposed; she crossed her arm across her chest and slouched her body in reflex modesty and humiliation. He stared at her for a moment, disgusted that she had the audacity to cover herself after all her shameless behavior previously.

 

“What, are you shy now?” he asked in a taunting manner. Flipping her around to face him, Sesshomaru clutched her wrist and threw her arm away from her body. He grabbed her face by the jaw pulling her head to his as he roughly pressed his lips against hers. Surprised, she resisted at first by pressing her hands against his chest, digging her fingernails in and trying to push him away. Having received nothing but agonizing abuse, she wasn't expecting any amative gestures. He pulled away from her and said, “What's the matter, Kagura? Isn't this what you wanted? What you've been silently begging me for?” She didn't answer him; she kept her eyes down not wanting to look at him.

 

 

Sesshomaru persisted anyway, and the feeling of his tongue on her lips demanding access to her mouth brought a feeling of wanton desire over her and quickly started to replace her apprehension and anger with him. She slacked her jaw in acceptance, letting his tongue slip easily in; their lips moving almost in synch as his mouth savagely devoured hers.

 

She hated to admit it, but it felt good. Even after his harsh assault on her body, it ached for him. She couldn't understand the erotic submission she felt, she normally was a very domineering strong youkai in every other part of her life. Intellectually she knew it was wrong what he was doing to her, that submitting to anyone went against her character, her ambitions. But she still found herself excited by him. His seemingly cold exterior, his brutal lust; his total domination over her. Everything about him intrigued her, as if he were some ethereal mystery just waiting to be unraveled. It's why she kept finding herself going back to him time and time again.

 

Breaking their heated kiss, Sesshomaru pushed himself off of Kagura's body. The heavy constricting confines of his armor had to come off. He expertly loosened his obi, letting it and his swords fall to the ground. Reaching under his arm he yanked loose the ties of his plating, and with a swift pull he threw the only barrier between his cock and his conquest to the ground with a resounding clash. Without missing a beat, he leaned hard back against her. Grabbing a fistful of her hair he roughly pulled her head back fully exposing the delicate bruised skin of her neck. His nipping and licking at the frail flesh; she could feel his breathing starting to become heavier, more erratic as his hot breath landed against her cool skin. He could feel her hands start run up his sides and he responded with a sharp tug to her hair. “Don't fucking touch me,” he growled into her ear. He pulled himself up to face her; he wanted to make sure she knew who was in control. She was his to use, and that's all she was to him. Something for him to fuck. She needed to understand that she was his object, his slave. His only gratification would come from seeing her writhing in obedient pain, only to hear her beg him for more.

 

His face just inches from hers; he told her in a deep authoritative tone, “You do not get to touch me, do you understand? You will do exactly what I tell you to do, and nothing else. You got that bitch?”

 

Her words caught in her throat, a slight nod of the head and sigh of agreement was all she could produce. His command rang straight through to her boiling loins, fueling her desire. She wanted to touch him, to please him. But she was coming to realize the only thing that would please him was her complete submission to him no matter what. Whatever he wanted to do to her, or for her to do to him, she had to give her control away. Her wants were not of interest. She was there for his pleasure, and in turn his satisfaction would bring her own.

 

“On your knees,” he said pulling her head down by the hair, forcing her to the ground. Her knees hit the hard uneven ground leveling her head to his crotch. She could see his erection straining against his hakama, which frightened her considering how baggy they were. Releasing her hair he reached inside his hakama and freed himself. Kagura let out a small gasp at the large appendage in front of her. Her face must have shown her surprise as Sesshomaru smirked, “Scared?” Shaken out of her trance of fascination and fear by his smart-ass toned remark, she looked up at him with a blank look on her face. A smile soon spread across her lips and she replied sultrily, “Should I be?”

 

“That's for you to decide. Now shut up and suck it,” he hissed at her, grabbing her by the hair and pushing the hot velvet tip of his member against her lips. Kagura readily opened her mouth and with that, he forced her head down his shaft until he hit the back of her throat. Kagura instantly gagged, tears welling up in her eyes as she fought back the urge to vomit. Sesshomaru pulled her head back enough to ease her gagging but not enough to take himself out of her mouth. She coughed and gasped for air, trying to pull him out of her mouth for second so she could clear her throat. But he wouldn't let her; he held her head firm and kept his cock planted firmly in her mouth. Catching her breath and regaining some of her composure she slowly began to inch her mouth forward over his length, enveloping him in her wet hot mouth. Flattening her tongue to mold across his base on the way down and swirling it around the sides and across the tip on her way up, Sesshomaru let out a deep groan. Her mouth felt like heaven and every stroke of her skilled mouth made the tightening and burning in his core more intense. He grasped her head still and began thrusting into her mouth, increasing the pace he needed to reach his bliss. Slamming his cock into her mouth at a frenzied pace, Kagura tried to relax her throat to avoid the bombardment to her gag reflex. She brought a hand up to his shaft and tightly squeezed it and pumped as she tried to keep in pace with his thrusts. That brought him over the edge, and with an animalistic groan he emptied his load straight into her gullet. Hot streams of his thick salty essence filled her throat and spilled out of her mouth as she choked on the viscous fluid.

 

Kagura pulled her head back as he loosened his grip on her skull, wiping his spilled seed off her face with her hand. She sat back on her legs, giving her sore knees a reprieve