InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ Chapter 24 ( Chapter 25 )

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

 Oh how fate was such a cruel master, or was it destiny? Either way the world seemed to have a dark sense of humor,  putting her into the very hands she oh so wanted to avoid. Naraku. He was the same as before, but was that going to change given that it had only been six months since she last saw him? His ruby eyes still pierced her with his lust, peeling the layers of silk from her body. His smile just as sinister, even though the words coming from his mouth dripped honey. There was an underlying presence of dominance in them, of course, but to others who may not have known him may think he was a gentleman.  His touch was just as sickeningly sweet as she remembered, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Death clung to him, its scent hidden by overly ripe fruits. 

 

"You make me sick," she spat recoiling in disgust when he reached to touch her face. He looked at her, a scowl on his lips, "Now, now. No need to be rude. That was uncalled for. Here I am being a good host, making sure my guest is comfortable and there you go being ill mannered. Has Sesshomaru taught you nothing of how to be respectful?"

 

"Yeah, enough respect  to shove up your ass," she barked, trying to sound unbothered but deep down she was terrified. Hopefully he wouldn't notice.  He smirked. "Well it seems as if you still have some fire in you," he said calmly, taking a step closer to her. The blood in her veins ran cold as her back touched the wall behind her. Trapped with no clear exit, she glared at her tormentor, determined not to waver. "I'll enjoy stifling that fire." He whispered in her ear, sending disgusted shivers down her spine. 

 

Her pulse thrummed when he grabbed her hair, craning her neck. I will not scream. I will not struggle.  She knew if she did either it would only rile him up more. Eyes screwed shut she tried to block out his words of how she tasted to him as his tongue splayed across her cheek. 

 

I will not scream. I will not struggle. She found herself back on the futon. The silky material she had on instantly ripped from her body by his grotesque tentacles. Silently she lay, tense as his fingers traversed her body. The fine trembling of her lip was the only outward sign of distress while her mind cried out for help.  An unwanted twitch pulled her from her inward recoil, the slight pain of his teeth digging into her nipple eliciting a sharp intake. "Finally a response," he taunted as his hands descended downwards. He stopped  half way, grabbing her thigh. “My, my, they must have remarkable healers. My beautiful scars are gone,” he frowned. His nails dug into her skin, flesh bowing under pressure. “I am quite offended that you did not like the present I left for you.” His grip got tighter, his breath tickling her face as he got closer until ruby eyes pierced into her brown ones. “I’ll have to rectify that.”   

 

I will not scream. I will not struggle. It was like a thunderstorm in her chest as he removed his clothes, his tentacles re-spawning as he did so. He turned, a smirk plastered on his face. The floor boards hissed as miasma dripped onto them. “Familiar?” Her mind whirled as memories from their last encounter flooded her mind. Shallow breaths rang in her ears as her back hit the wall, body frozen in fear. Paralyzed she could do nothing but watch as  his tentacles grabbed her arms and legs stretching them apart. 

 

I will not scream. I will not struggle. If she closed her eyes, maybe imagi-.  Her neck turned painfully, the heat from the slap radiating across her cheek. "Now, now. We've spoken about this last time you were here. You will watch." She swallowed thickly, forcing the tears from forming as she blinked rapidly. "I will not repeat myself. Do you understand?!" She swallowed the growing knot in her throat once more, nodding her response.

 

I will not scream. I will not struggle.  "You will answer me," he commanded. "Yes, sir," she stuttered hoarsely, begging the tears not to fall.  He crawled over her body, his menacing gaze washing over her as he stared into her eyes. "Not gonna fight me? Where did all that fire go? Don't make this too easy." 

 

"Fuck you," she spat. "Now that's it!" Without warning his mouth crashed into hers, his tongue pushing in between her lips. The tentacles around her ankles and wrists pulsed as miasma oozed from them, breaking her flesh. Dots of white flashed before her eyes as her senses grew overwhelmed with nothing but raw fear and pain. Blood seeped into her mouth as she clamped down hard, the metallic taste coating her tongue.  There was a scream as his mouth dislodged from her own, then a cackle. A wild grin touched his features, his eyes just as crazed. “That’s it!”  A silent scream touched her lips as the pain thrummed through her body. “Just let it out,” he teased, tracing a tentacle between her thighs blistering the flesh between them.  Another  silent scream as unwanted tears streamed down her cheeks. 

 

Body trembling, heart racing, the weight of the situation came crashing down as his length pressed against her thigh. This was it. He was finally going to get what he wanted.  Oh god Sesshômaru, help. She gasped, stiffening as he entered her roughly.

 

I will not scream. I will not struggle.  It was hard trying to detach herself from the situation. Every time she zoned out a new pain would hit her senses. The constant reminder of his cock rubbing against her walls didn’t help either.  His grunts and groans a tease to his pleasure. Her body twitching with each thrust hitting her cervix. After a few minutes he stopped, his face scrunching in pleasure as a deep sigh escaped his lips. He chuckled after a moment as his cock finished spewing its contents deep inside her. With a soft groan he slowly pulled out, giving her one last kiss as he did so. "I must say the wait was worth it, though a little disappointing." He sighed. " I had expected a little bit more...fight out of you." 

 

"Sesshômaru will kill you," she growled through clenched teeth, ignoring the throbbing pain between her thighs.  Chest heaving she watched as he slowly turned, an angry glint in his eyes. "You dare call another's name after you have bedded me?" 

 

"Sesshômaru will kill you," she repeated, matching his angry glint.  His tentacles hissed, poison eating at her skin once more. She didn't scream, she didn't struggle. "Sesshômaru will kill you," she continued to taunt until he grabbed her by the throat.  "Trust me my fair maiden. You will watch me kill that so called mate of yours. Right after he watches me fuck you. And after I slit his throat, you will forever be mine." He released her then, her chest heaving as she gasped for air.  

 

She watched as he re-dressed himself, the garment she had worn picked up by him as he walked toward the sliding door. He stopped as he touched the latch, turning with a calm expression. "This is the first and last time that I will be gentle." With that he left the room leaving her behind.

 

Hands trembling she inspected the damage. Blisters littered her wrist and ankles. The red, jagged wounds between her thighs looked at her with angry hate, a reenactment of her last visit. She pulled her legs as close as she could to her body,  trembling as the adrenaline wore off. The tears she worked so hard to keep back flowed freely as humiliation hit her like a brick. It was as if she was young again, but this time things were different. This time she knew she had a saviour. Her mate was going to come for her she knew this. She sniffled, taking comfort in that thought. She would not scream, she would not cry in front of that bastard.  As time rolled on and the disgusting fluids ran out her body she could only pray for a quick rescue.