InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Strictly Taboo ❯ I'd Love to Kill You ( Chapter 41 )

*Song for the chapter: I’d Love to Kill You by Katie Melua*

Myoga sighed and squeezed into his usual booth in the diner, his girth almost too large to fit in what he considered the ridiculously human-sized thing. He had been frequenting the establishment for decades, and the waitresses were always kind enough to mix a bit of their own blood in with his coffee in exchange for a sizeable tip. The coffee itself was subpar, but the blood of a woman struggling to survive was always tasty.

The young woman whose presence he had requested settled down across from him, not looking him in the eye. Her mother had been the opposite, defiantly glaring at him with her cold and always triumphant gaze. He much preferred her daughter, but that didn’t say much. She was also a dumb bitch who had overstayed her welcome in the world.

Putting on a grandfatherly expression, he said kindly, “Well, Miss Higurashi, I’m glad you got my message.”

Kagome sneered. “It was written on my bed sheets in blood, how could I have missed it?”

The flea demon chuckled, the sound thick and sounding clogged in his throat. “True, true. I’ve come to explain a little something to you about mating and bonding and marks and all that.”

The girl stiffened. “That was three years ago. I don’t need to hear it now.”

“Oh, but you do. You see, mates share an unbreakable bond. And that means unbreakable–“

“Tsubaki broke her bond,” Kagome interrupted irritably.

Myoga waved a hand dismissively. “She merely overpowered and absorbed her mate. The bond is still there. Anyway, a demon feels the bond differently than a human does. A human hardly feels it at all. When the two are separated, even for something normal like shopping or a party or what have you, the demon is uneasy and paranoid. If the separation continues, the demon’s feelings grow stronger. And if you ever, er, engaged in certain activities with anyone who was not your mate, the demon would be in great pain, greater than you can imagine, and eventually go completely insane.”

The look on the girl’s face was horrified, and he almost smiled. Whatever guilt the bitch was suffering was nothing compared to what his master endured.

“Why now? Why are you telling me this?”

“To be perfectly truthful with you, I have spent these past few years trying to find a way to kill you without damaging Master Inuyasha,” he explained calmly. “You see, if Inuyasha died, you would feel nothing besides the normal sadness at the passing of a spouse or lover. But if you died, the grief he would feel would almost certainly plunge him straight into a depression so deep he would take his own life. That is why demons do not mate with humans. It has nothing to do with racism or feelings of superiority as humans are always insisting. It is simply the fact that humans cannot experience what demons do and the chance of betrayal multiplies a hundredfold with a human mate.”

Kagome’s brows came together in a way that reminded him strongly of Inuyasha. He brushed the feeling off with a slight shiver. There was no way his master was right about that. No way.

“If you knew where to find me all this time, why haven’t you told him? He must have sent you to look for me.”

“That’s the problem with Master Inuyasha. He underestimates my loyalty, always has. I have been trying to get rid of you women from the start. I am grateful that he trusts only me or this would have been much more difficult.”

The girl’s eyes narrowed and her face colored with anger. “You were the one who covered my room with dog hearts and blood that day, weren’t you? You were the one who took all those pictures! And you told the Band of Seven about Inuyasha’s past just to hurt me.”

Myoga nodded. He had honestly expected her to figure it out ages ago. Her mother would have. She had been a smart cookie, taking his advice and exploring the basement, finding the room without him having to go into detail, never revealing his “accidental” mention of the place, not that she ever got the chance, of course.

“I have the honor of being the only one able to sneak up on Master Inuyasha. I wish I could say it was because of some skill of mine, but it is simply because he disregards my presence after having been around me for so very long. I mailed the photographs along with the information to Onigumo in secret, and he never even questioned the source. I guess he was grateful, especially with the photographer he hired through the Band of Seven being so incompetent. Master Inuyasha will consistently underestimate my devotion to him. Everything I do is for his gain.”

“So what are you here for? It couldn’t have been that five minute speech. Out with it.”

“Well, Master Inuyasha has… retreated from reality.”

“He… he what?” she asked quaveringly, her eyes going big behind the ridiculous heart-shaped sunglasses.

He continued as though he had not heard her. “I honestly did not expect him to last this long, him being only a half-demon and you leaving him so soon after the mating, but he did. He lasted longer than any other full-demon would have,” he explained, his tone tinged with a brag.

“What am I supposed to do about it? I left him, remember?”

“You’ve heard about Shikon shutting down, correct?”

She nodded.

“That is because it has no spiritual power. I can give it to you and you will take your rightful place at its head.”

“That is not the life I wanted or want.”

“What else will you do? You look sixteen, and once it gets out that you’re mated to your step-father whose wife was murdered under mysterious circumstances, you won’t be able to get a job anywhere.”

“I don’t need a job,” the girl protested. “Tsubaki takes care of me.”

“But for how long? You need something for yourself. And don’t try to pretend that you are happy. I know how she treats you.”

Kagome looked away and they fell into silence.

“Miss Higurashi, you are still considered a missing person. I have kept the world from finding you. Do not make me withdraw my protection.”

She sighed. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just visit him. A visit from his mate will clear his mind. After he did not find you at your old doctor’s house three years ago, he tore up nearly all the trees in a state park and then went home. He hasn’t come out since. I go in every week to bring him groceries and make sure he’s alive. He won’t allow me to visit more often than that and he won’t let me stay for more than five minutes,” he explained, his voice lowering. “Tetsusaiga is failing and that means the entire world’s economy will worsen. Just please, spend some time with him.”

Kagome took off her sunglasses and blotted the tears on her face with a napkin. “Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you, Miss Higurashi.”

They shook hands and she left. Myoga took a sip of his now cold coffee. He had left out a lot of things in his conversation with the girl, the most important of which being that Inuyasha now switched between a half-demon who mumbled incoherently and saw visions of his dead wife to a demon who prowled the woods, tearing apart small animals and devouring trespassers. Just the week before, he had clawed up and consumed a teenage couple drinking on the very outskirts of his woods. The only way for a demon to not suffer any terrible consequences from the death of its mate was if they killed their mate themselves. Myoga had saved this option for last, having already spent a fortune on dark priests and priestesses who exhausted their knowledge of spells and potions. He had been worried that since Inuyasha was half human, the murder of his mate by his own hands would harm him in unforeseen ways, but as it was his only choice left, he would use it.

Truthfully, his master’s sanity had been slipping since before he met the original Miss Higurashi. He’d lived fast and dangerously, and that kind of lifestyle was not appropriate for an immortal. His bouts of madness were easily covered up, and at first the Higurashi woman had seemed to help, but it just got worse after she left him, and then worse when she came along with the girl. He had turned into an obsessive, delusional shell of the man he had been before, and he could only hope this would shock him back into sanity.

Kagome walked the short distance home, taking much longer than usual. It had been difficult to sneak out of the house, and since she was not allowed out, she lingered in the fresh air and savored the feeling of the setting sun on her skin. Tsubaki thought she was out in the yard gardening, and hopefully she had not left her room to check on her. Kagome sighed, wondering how the days had been so long and the years so short.

Kaede had introduced the two girls the day Inuyasha had left, when she had silently agreed that she’d go back with him in a week. She and Inuyasha together was just inevitable. Kagome thought that might sound odd or depressing to some people, that she didn’t believe she had a choice, but she felt joy when she thought of it that way. They were truly meant to be. She had intended to keep her promise, knowing she just needed some time to get over the shock, but Kaede had intervened, telling her she could do better, that she had a future, that there were others like her out there. That had gotten her attention, and the old priestess called her neighbor from down the street and told her to come over and that it was an emergency. Kagome had barely exited the bathroom after brushing her teeth when the doorbell rang, and she answered it at her doctor’s urging.

Standing at Kaede’s porch was perhaps the most beautiful girl Kagome had ever seen holding a tray of cupcakes that seemed too perfect to be home-made yet undoubtedly were. With her incredibly long black hair, large blue eyes and perfect skin, Kagome was beginning to feel short and clunky. But Tsubaki’s kind smile made her feel at ease and she smiled back.

Kaede came to the door and with a big smile introduced the two girls. “Kagome, dear, this is Tsubaki. She’s a priestess and also the victim of unwanted mating.”

She looked back at the older girl, who suddenly seemed much more interesting now that she had a backstory. Tsubaki glided through the door, the way she walked reminding Kagome of her mother and making her heart hurt, carefully placing her tray of cupcakes down on the coffee table. Reaching up a slim hand, she flipped her hair back, revealing a large bite on her neck.

“A hundred years ago,” the beautiful girl said in a low, melodic voice, “a demon I thought was my friend broke into my home and brutally raped me, marking me in the process. Whether he intended that or not, I’ll never know, as I destroyed him in his slumber and freed myself. The mark remains, but my mate does not. I do have his lifespan, however.”

Kagome gasped. The girl looked to be about a year or two older than her at most, and gentle as well. She reached out to touch the mark, which still appeared bruised, and Tsubaki shuddered as her fingers ran across it. Kagome herself felt something electric and drew her hand away, blushing and lowering her gaze.

“I-I’m sorry I did that. It just… looked painful,” she said in an embarrassed whisper.

Tsubaki grasped her hand and smiled. “Don’t worry, Kagome. A little curiosity is a wonderful thing to have. I can already tell we’re going to be great friends.”

Kagome smiled back, a bit of the weight on her heart lifting.

Motioning to her plastic-covered yellow sofa, Kaede said, “Sit down, girls. Thank you for coming, Tsubaki. I thought it important that Kagome know there are other victims out there.”

“I don’t feel like a victim,” Kagome confessed.

The two other women stared at her and then at each other, a look of understanding passing between them.

Kaede spoke first, her voice gentle and low, like she was talking to a frightened animal. “I know you think you love him, but that was due to his manipulations, child.”

“It is true,” Tsubaki chimed in. “Demons are clever and know how to turn on the charm.”

“But he’s not charming!” Kagome protested in earnest, wanting them to understand. “He’s weird and goofy and kind of mean.”

They didn’t know what to say to that and just glanced at each other again.

“We have to make a plan, Kagome,” Kaede said, grim and earnest.

“Plan for what?”

“Where to put you.”

“Put me?”

“You’ll need to be hidden.”

“What for? Or from?”

Tsubaki laid a hand on her knee, her eyes sympathetic and understanding. “The demon will come for you. He will not take no for an answer.”

The way she said it sounded so foreboding and Kagome flashed back to the way Inuyasha had taken her that night. From behind, like an animal, and rough. She had let him touch her after that only because she was so relieved he was back to himself, but every kiss had still hurt. It had felt good, but it had hurt. Would he make it hurt again?

“Inuyasha knows where I live, so you will not be able to stay here, even though I’d like you to,” Kaede said. “Tsubaki is a powerful priestess, and her home has many enchantments and wards and barriers.”

Tsubaki smiled at Kagome with her perfectly straight, white teeth. “Would you like to come with me? I’ll make sure it’s a never ending sleepover.”

“But Inuyasha–“

“Once a demon has mated you, you are no longer you, you are merely their property,” Tsubaki said sorrowfully. “Please, just come spend the night and we can figure this out together. I think you need to spend some time with normal, healthy people. Maybe stay away from guys for a while. You’ve been through a traumatic, horrific experience that I cannot even imagine, and you need healing. Let me help you.”

The girl’s eyes were so pleading and big and beautiful, the blue nicer to look at than the sky, that she found herself nodding, even feeling excited. After all, it was only a few days.

True to her word, Tsubaki made the next six days like a constant sleepover. She made pizza and went slow to show Kagome how, and they watched girly movies and did each other’s hair. On the last night, Tsubaki told her she had a beautiful profile and taught her how to emphasize it with make-up, which she had hardly ever worn and didn’t really know how to use, and even gave her some of her own jewelry. The older priestess insisted that Kagome dress up in negligee and started to do the same. She called it a lingerie party and said women did it all the time in the suburbs whenever they were bored. The item she picked out for Kagome was a white bra and panty set with heavy embroidery on the cups. She was embarrassed to wear it in front of Tsubaki, feeling exposed, and when the other girl noticed, she gave her a sheer lace babydoll to fling over it. Kagome put it on and suddenly felt giggly, fun, and incredibly alive. She wondered if this was what regular young people felt like all the time. Eyeing the pretty material clinging to her body, she wondered why a single woman like Tsubaki would have so much lingerie, but then the door opened and there stood her new best friend in a plain black balconette bra and a teeny tiny thong. Kagome blushed and looked away, but Tsubaki just laughed.

“Don’t get weird on me, Kagome. We’re just doing it to feel pretty. Don’t you feel pretty?”

Kagome nodded. She actually did. The make-up and hairstyle Tsubaki had done for her made her feel like another person, and she liked it. The jewelry she had let her borrow looked like real gold and diamonds, but even still, she preferred the ring Inuyasha gave her, which continued to hold its seat of honor on her ring finger. She twiddled with it, suddenly feeling nervous. They’d see each other again tomorrow. What would she say? Had he been taking care of Buyo? Of himself? Tsubaki noticed the direction her thoughts were heading and jokingly bonked her head.

“Remember, tonight is for fun!” she said happily. “Take the ring off, it clashes.”

Kagome almost didn’t comply, but then she looked down at it and realized it really did clash. She didn’t need to wear it all the time, anyway. Once it was off, Tsubaki pulled out a gold band with a huge rock on it, seemingly from nowhere.

“Here, wear this. It matches.”

Kagome did, the weight of it making her hand feel heavy.

Tsubaki smiled and hugged her. “You look like a bride on her wedding night.”

She blushed. Nobody had ever complimented her as often as Tsubaki did. Smiling, she teased, “And you look like a dominatrix.”

Tsubaki’s smile widened and she grabbed Kagome’s hand, leading her back into the master bedroom.

“Where’s my sleeping bag?” she asked, looked around. They had both been sleeping on her host’s bedroom floor in Disney character sleeping bags that Tsubaki had already had.

Her friend shrugged. “I felt bad for the bed. It wasn’t being used. And my back’s hurting and I have a feeling yours is too.”

Her back was fine, but she wouldn’t turn down a bed. Tsubaki’s was big and comfy and covered in squishy heart-shaped pillows they had fought with on more than one occasion. Kagome jumped on the bed and spread out her arms and legs like she was making a snow angel, no longer at all self-conscious. Tsubaki crawled over to her and smiled, laughing at her display of childishness.

Turning serious, she asked, “Do you still want to go back to your demon, Kagome? Even after all this? If you stay here with me and let me protect you, every day will be like this.”

Kagome nodded. “Yes, I have to go back to him. You’ve made me very happy and I’m glad I found someone like you, Tsubaki. You’re the best friend I’ve ever had, I think. Besides Inuyasha, anyway. So yeah, I’ll come back and visit, but I want to go back to him. I need to.”

Tsubaki smirked and suddenly she was straddling her, their faces only a few inches apart. “Wrong answer,” she purred. “Let me rephrase that. Do you want to leave me forever, Kagome?”

Kagome found herself getting lost in the blue and her mind began to cloud. “I, well, no, I–“

Tsubaki closed the distance between them and kissed her hard on the mouth, biting Kagome’s lower lip and sucking in the blood, soothing the stinging sensation with her tongue. She pulled away and stared down at the younger girl beneath her, her gaze suddenly darkened and malicious.

“What… why…?” Kagome breathed, confused.

“I have your blood. Now you do what I want.”

Kagome felt her arms stretch behind her head and grip the bed post without her consent. Her legs spread and locked, leaving her wide open. Her friend just stared, her tongue darting out and moistening her lips. Tsubaki took one finger and ran it down the center of Kagome’s neck, drawing it downward and splitting open the thin fabric of the baby doll. For a second, it looked like she had claws, and Kagome tried to struggle but found she couldn’t. She didn’t even really want to.

“I never understood why beautiful girls would even temporarily tolerate a male,” Tsubaki whispered huskily. “All they do is possess and ruin, possess and ruin, over and over. Demon males are the worst. Why, Kagome? Why pine for a man when you have all the beauty you need right here?” she asked, unclipping her own bra and releasing her gravity defying breasts.

Kagome almost rolled her eyes. The woman had no flaws, it was ridiculous. Her friend leaned down and kissed the tip of Kagome’s covered breast.

“I love the way you smell in my perfume. I love the way you look in my clothes, in my jewelry,” Tsubaki sighed. “You and I are just perfect for each other, my little flower. I’m going to keep you safe and make you strong enough to be like me.”

The kiss was so gentle, so soft that Kagome inhaled sharply in surprise. Inuyasha had never been like that. She wasn’t quite sure if she totally liked what was going on, but her body certainly did, whether from Tsubaki’s clever tongue work or her spell, she did not know. If she could form words, she’d ask if Kaede had known what would happen. She didn’t like to think the woman she considered a grandmother had sold her out like this. However, Tsubaki’s lips were sweet and earnest and Kagome couldn’t help but respond. Even though it was the spell that was forcing her lips apart and making her tongue dance with the other girl’s, she still enjoyed it and that enjoyment was all hers, wasn’t it? Tsubaki moaned on top of her and kissed the corner of her mouth before grinning at her and moving to her breasts, her perfectly manicured nails dragging down the bra and leaving small pink lines on her pale flesh. Kagome shivered at the sensation and bucked when teeth encountered her nipple and tugged, the dark priestess’s pink tongue darting out and licking the nub, making it stand tall and proud on her chest.

Dazed, Kagome tried to remember why this was wrong, what she was fighting it for. The more she thought about it, the worse it got. Why was she being so mean to her only friend? Tsubaki was just being nice and making her feel good, that was all. It was rude to refuse a gift. The blue-eyed girl pulled away from the gray-eyed one’s breast with a wet pop, her own saliva glistening on her lips.

“If you’re ready to be a good girl, Kagome, I’ll let you play.”

Kagome whimpered in consent and suddenly her limbs were free. Tsubaki smoothed her hair and pulled her into another kiss.

“Please, mistress, please continue,” Kagome begged, panting.

Tsubaki’s eyes twinkled. “I was hoping you’d say that. But first, you’re going to have to repay me for what I just did.”

She nodded eagerly and Tsubaki lowered her breasts onto Kagome’s face, sighing in contented pleasure when the girl sucked like a newborn and pinched with just the right amount of force. Kagome faded into her mistress, no longer completely herself, and something told her it was a great honor. Tsubaki knew she had chosen correctly this time. This one wouldn’t leave like all the others, this one would live and age like her. Tsubaki pulled her new slave off her by the hair and noticed with satisfaction the dilated pupils and worshipful gaze. Reaching for one of her pillows, she pulled her favorite toy out from the pillow case and turned it on, rubbing the vibrator on her hard nipples and then down her abdomen, ghosting it over her waiting lips, coating it in her fluids. Without a warning, she shoved it in the other girl, kissing her on the lips when she cried out. Ripping herself away, she pushed her down and crawled over her.

“No doubt you’ve pleased your demon and he’s pleased you, but pleasing a woman is something very special, my flower.”

Kagome nodded without listening, not understanding why her mistress was making her wait to taste her. She was a woman too, she knew what women liked. Unable to control herself in her eagerness, Kagome grabbed greedily for the other girl, her hands finding her ass and pulling her onto her face. Her eyes closed in rapture as she took the first lick, the echoes of Tsubaki’s surprised, pleased laugh still in her ears like the chorus of her favorite song. She went slow and then fast, not sure how her mistress liked it, but then her mistress took control and ground into her face and released. Kagome felt more pleasure from Tsubaki’s juices coating her lips, chin, and neck than she did from the vibrator still going strong inside her.

“Mmm, that was good for a beginner. Now you get a turn.”

Crawling down her body, Tsubaki’s eyes flashed happily as she yanked the vibrator out of Kagome and turned it off, flinging it to the side. Kagome began pleading with her eyes only to have them roll back in her head when her friend and mistress ripped her underwear off and took a long lick up her lips. The other priestess attacked her slowly, building her up and letting her down again and again until she finally let her cum. The orgasm was more than anything she had ever felt, but when it passed, she could think again. Still shaking like a leaf, she realized Tsubaki was holding her in her arms, staring at her face with the littlest smile on her lips.

“Oh god, Tsubaki, what did you–“

“You mean what did we do,” Tsubaki interrupted. “You were pretty eager there, yourself.”

Kagome shook her head in panicked denial. “No, that wasn’t me, I wasn’t–“

“I would never have been able to use your blood to control you had you not been attracted to me in the slightest bit.”

“But… but Inuyasha… “

“Do you really think he’d want you now that you’ve been with someone else?” Tsubaki asked, one perfect brow raised like Vivien Leigh’s as Scarlett O’Hara. “A human male might let you get away with it as long as you did it again and made him watch, but you’re mated to a demon and they’re different about that. He’s already felt your pleasure at another’s touch through the bond. He won’t want you anymore.”

Kagome was about to argue and then remembered when he had accused her of wanting Hojo, how angry he had been, and those had just been vague suspicions. What would he be like now that he knew for certain? Feeling hopeless, she began to cry, and Tsubaki held her to her naked breast. Kagome was absurdly comforted by the embrace, even though her best friend was nothing more than a rapist in disguise.

“Shhh, my little flower, you will always have me. I will love you and we will please each other,” Tsubaki said soothingly. “Remember how much fun we had while you were here? It will be like that every day.” She punctuated the sentence with a kiss to the lips.

Kagome said nothing and her mistress allowed her to cry herself to sleep.

Kagome opened the side door of the house she had been living in for the past few years. It was just a house, never home. The sound of the television from upstairs had her sighing in relief. Tsubaki was probably in the same position she’d left her in, sprawled out in front of the television on her bed in her room. Kagome now had her own room, something she had insisted on and Tsubaki had reluctantly allowed her to have. She still spent most of her nights in Tsubaki’s room and in her arms. In order to sneak out again, she’d have to really knock it out of the park tonight. A small smile, one of the first real ones in years, made its way onto her face.

She was going to see him tonight. Tonight.

Not attempting to disguise her presence or muffle her footsteps, she bounded up the stairs, stopping when she got to Tsubaki’s room. The door was open and there she was, naked, as usual, watching some dirty movie where a schoolmarm was attacked by her class of busty blonde schoolgirls and taken on her desk. It was one of her favorites. Sometimes she made Kagome dress up as a schoolgirl and ravish her, other times she played a no nonsense teacher and made Kagome into a student badly in need of discipline. One thing was always more or less consistent: Kagome in a tacky school uniform she hated.

Sighing quietly in the doorway, she took off the expensive ripped designer jeans and fashionably baggy shirt of Tsubaki’s and dropped to her knees. The dark priestess had not acknowledged her, but knew she was there. The fact that she had not been touching herself before Kagome had entered was proof enough. She waited with her head bowed, a plan of attack forming in her mind.

“You may enter,” Tsubaki finally said.

Kagome stayed on her knees and crawled until she got to the bed and waited again for instructions.

“You may proceed. But keep your head down and be quiet about it, I want to keep watching.” The older girl turned up the volume and soon the room was filled with the sound of slurps and exaggerated moans.

“Yes, Mistress.”

Going immediately to her breasts, Kagome licked and teased her exactly as she liked as fast as she could. It was quickly becoming dark, and Inuyasha’s house was on the other side of town. She had no method of transportation, never having learned how to drive.

Tsubaki shoved her head down and Kagome kissed along her abdomen until she got to her mistress’s textbook perfect lady parts. Using both tongue and fingers, she went quickly, wishing she wore a watch. A sharp tug on her hair forced her gaze up and she met the steamy eyes of her housemate.

“It suddenly occurred to me,” Tsubaki murmured in her perfected sexy voice. “Why watch a film when I have my own naughty schoolgirl right here?”

Kagome paled. Tsubaki’s role play scenarios were always ridiculously long and drawn out. She had tons of scripts she had written out and made Kagome memorize. Stiffly, Kagome went to the closet and looked at her half, which consisted purely of fetish costumes and lingerie. Anytime she needed anything normal, which was rare, Tsubaki dressed her in something of hers.

“I think I want to see you in green plaid, tonight, my flower.”

Kagome grimaced. That was her least favorite one. It reminded her of her real schoolgirl uniform, which of course reminded her of her old life. All her friends had graduated by now. Did they even remember her?

Kagome pulled the garment on, wondering for the thousandth time why she did what Tsubaki said even though she hadn’t been controlled since that first time. Boredom? Fear? Or did she actually like it? It was true, she enjoyed the physical sensations sometimes, and Tsubaki could be a good friend, but the lifestyle just wasn’t for her. Kagome stepped out of the closet, her outfit making her the picture of slutty innocence, right down to her patent leather mary janes.

Tsubaki eyed her hungrily. “I think it’s been a while since we did script number forty-three.”

The gray-eyed girl instantly went into character and began to unbutton her blouse, wondering why Tsubaki made her dress up just to get her undressed again so soon. Naked from the waist up, she stepped lightly and jumped on the bed, purposefully making her breasts jiggle.

“Miz Tsubaki,” Kagome said with a slight lisp, “I’ve got an awfully strange feeling.”

“A strange feeling where, Britney?”

“In… in my… pussy, miss.”

If only she could cringe. Kagome bit her lip and twirled one of her pigtails.

“Describe this feeling, Britney. Tell me what it’s doing to you.”

“Well, I’m all hot and wet and tingly.” Kagome blushed. Tsubaki’s writing was just dreadful and it made her feel like an idiot. She always ended up blushing, which always made Tsubaki even hornier. She thought it made her look innocent and maidenly, just like a real schoolgirl.

“I think I can help you with that, my dear. Lie down and let me have a look.”

Kagome did as she was told, now shyly covering her breasts. She didn’t know what Britney’s deal was. One minute bouncing around all shameless like a retarded puppy and the next coyly hiding herself. Tsubaki gently pried her arms away from her chest and licked at a nipple while Kagome held her head.

“Mmm, does it get worse or better when I do this?”

“M-much, much worse, Miz Tsubaki.”

“Well it’ll have to get worse before it gets better, I’m afraid.”

Tsubaki took her time with Kagome’s breasts, palming and sucking and teasing and biting until Kagome was no longer faking her pants and moans. She had decided long ago that she might as well enjoy what the other girl did to her as long as she was stuck with her. Kaede had moved away right before she and Tsubaki had consummated their “relationship”, leaving no forwarding address, so it wasn’t like she could just go and stay with her when she was having problems. Tsubaki had said her leaving was out of fear of Inuyasha.

“Mmm, Britney, you taste so good!”

“Thank you, ma’am. Does this count as extra credit?”

Tsubaki laughed at her own joke and shook her head from side to side as she licked Kagome’s clit. She exploded and Tsubaki drank up the juices, holding her bottom and caressing it until she calmed down completely.

“Ooh, Miz Tsubaki, that does feel better! Thanks! Is there anything I can do for you?”

“Well, if you still want that extra credit, you’re perfectly welcome to work for it,” she said, blue eyes flashing as she spread apart her lips.

What came next was what Kagome hated most about number forty-three. Shutting her eyes, she willed away all emotion and dove in. If the regular licking and sucking was all she had to do, she’d be fine, but Tsubaki always just had to have more.

“Try a little lower, Britney.”

Kagome complied, thankful that Tsubaki was always very clean. Flicking her tongue in and then rimming around, Kagome spread the juices that had leaked down her perineum into and around her other hole, teasing and making her mistress whimper. Shoving four fingers inside the girl’s cunt, she rammed them in and out until she shuddered and came hard with a scream.

Instead of the next step, which was Britney and Miz Tsubaki in a sixty-nine position, Kagome grabbed a paper she had hidden in her shoe and slammed it hard onto Tsubaki’s stomach. Immediately, the woman beneath her froze. Kagome smiled and wiped her mouth, spitting onto the floor. Might as well do the other things she wanted to do as long as she was heading down that road.

“I’ve sealed the demons inside you, Tsubaki. Since that’s what keeps you going, you can no longer move. If I left you here, you’d turn to bones by the time morning came, but don’t worry, I’ll be back tonight.”

With a quick kiss to the lips and a prayer that Tsubaki liked her enough not to murder her, Kagome darted into the closet and changed into the lilac dress she had been wearing when she had last seen him. Tsubaki had tried to throw it away along with her ring, but she had rescued them both from the trash. Taking the ring from the shoebox on the floor where she had hidden it away in a pair of go-go boots, Kagome put it on her finger, admiring the way it looked as though it belonged on her. Slipping on brown sandals, she hurried to the bathroom and took some baby wipes to erase the evidence of her orgasm. Satisfied that she was clean, she yanked the elastic bands out of her hair and left, but not before visiting Tsubaki’s purse and taking some money for a taxi. She smiled all the way as she jogged to the main street and hailed a driver.

She was going to see him again. Even though it was just for a little while, even though he didn’t want her, she’d see him again.