InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Terms of Enslavement ❯ Life and Death ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters of Inuyasha; they belong to the talented Rumiko Takahashi.

A.N. : It was originally just gonna be a one-shot, but as it turns out I'm gonna have to make it at least two chapters. So it's a really short story ^^;

A small unlikely group of companions walked, tired, towards a small town they’d seen on a nearby hill. The group consisted of a miko, a monk, an inu hanyou, a small kitsune, a taijiya and her small pet nekomata. As soon as the small group got to the town, the inu hanyou split off to go ask the townspeople if they’d seen or heard anything about a demon named Naraku that they’d been chasing after for a very long time. The others dragged themselves to the nearest inn to find a place to stay the night indoors for once. By the time the silver-haired hanyou came back, they were settled down eating lunch.

“Inuyasha, you look flustered. Is something the matter?” Asked the black-haired monk, looking up from his bowl of ramen. Inuyasha did look flustered. His ears were back, and he had a look of alarm on his face.

“Nobody had seen or heard from Naraku, but I found a guy that knows Kikyou.” The black-haired miko’s eyes widened, and her heart fell at the mention of the woman’s name. “He says she’s been staying at a town pretty far from here for a while now. It’s really her.” His voice was a mixture of wonder and anxiety. A deep sadness came over the miko, and she found that she wasn’t hungry.

“You should eat before you go.” She said shortly, standing and holding out her bowl to him. His stomach growled.

“I can’t, I might miss her.” He refused, carefully not looking at her.

“Didn’t the man say that she’d been staying in that town for a while? A couple of minutes could hardly make a difference.” Pointed out the black-haired monk.

“Kagome and Miroku are right. If you have to go after her, you’re not going to get far on an empty stomach.” The taijiya agreed, with a sympathetic eye to Kagome. Inuyasha eyed the bowl for a moment as his stomach issued another growl.

“Yeah, I guess your right.” The silver-haired hanyou conceded as he took the bowl from Kagome, who promptly left the room without a word as Inuyasha began to stuff his face as fast as he could.

“Kagome...” The taijiya whispered sadly as she watched her friend go.

Barely two minutes passed before the stuffed male followed her outside, having shoveled the food into his mouth at record speeds. Kagome was standing near the edge of the forest, hugging herself as though she were cold. Inuyasha approached her reluctantly, not quite knowing what to say.

“Kagome...” He started, putting a hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off and stepped forward, away from him.

“You should go so that you can catch up with her.” She had tried to disguise the hurt in her voice, and Inuyasha’s ears tilted backwards.

“I...” He started again.

“Go. It can’t be helped.” He looked at her for a moment.

“You guys stay here. I’ll come back for you later.” She said nothing, standing firm and unmoving as he gave her one last glance before taking off. Then her shoulders fell and the tears began to fall. The taijiya came out with the young fox as Inuyasha was leaving.

“Are you okay?” She asked quietly.

“I just....need to be alone right now Sango, okay?” Kagome’s voice was fragile and shaky, and Sango nodded and she and the fox went back inside.

The figure hidden at the edge of the forest watched the exchanges with scoffing amusement, his sensitive inu youkai hearing able to pick up the conversation. The interest passed, he turned and walked back into the forest to continue his previous pursuit.


The depressed miko wandered into the forest, her mind full of thoughts. ‘Inuyasha...Why do you have to go after her? She doesn’t want you to, and I need you, why can’t you stay here with me...?’ Kagome wandered deep into the forest with no destination, not paying attention as to what direction she was going or where she’d come from.

‘Who am I kidding? I could never even compare to her...’ Kagome thought darkly. ‘She’s so beautiful, and strong...and they were in love...they say that I’m her reincarnation, that’s probably the only reason Inuyasha stays with me...that and my ability to sense the shards of the Shikon no Tama...’

Eventually she came across a fast-running river. Looking down at her reflection in the water, she frowned as she examined her face. ‘Average at best...’ Sighing, Kagome continued to meander alongside the river, following it as it curved and went uphill for a while, still lost in her thoughts. She had to stop, though, as the bank she was walking along turned abruptly into a cliff with a twenty-foot drop.

Looking across the land in front of her, the forest continued on as far as she could see, halved by the river that continued out of sight. ‘It’s starting to get dark...’ Kagome observed. Deciding to go back, she turned, but stepped on a small wet rock and her foot slipped out from under her.

Gasping audibly, the miko called out to her silver-haired companion in her mind as she fell backwards into the waterfall that sped her descent down onto the rocks below. When she hit the bottom she cracked her head hard on a rock, and the pain was so overwhelming that she couldn’t move as the fast-paced rapids swept her limp body downstream.

She smashed into rocks, tearing her skin, her lungs burning for air though she couldn’t move to keep her head above the water. Kagome was terrified and in excruciating pain, but the only thought that there was time for was how much she wanted to be in Inuyasha’s arms again. Her lungs burned so badly, her entire body was on fire, her vision was blurry and everything was getting dark.... ‘Inuyasha...’



The hanyou’s ear twitched as he finally laid eyes on the one he’d been looking for. There Kikyou was, standing in a clearing near the village the guy had said, staring right at him. His heart was beating really fast, because so far she hadn’t said anything, or shot anything at him. She was just staring at him, as though inviting him over. Slowly, tentatively, Inuyasha made his way towards the clearing, and stopped at the edge, afraid to go any further.

Suddenly, a feeling of dread came over him, and an image of Kagome flashed in his mind. His senses were telling him to go back to her, but he ignored them, focused intently on the woman he’d wanted for so long. The dread passed, and the younger miko fell back into the depths of his mind as Inuyasha took a step forward.



The tall silver-haired inu-youkai stood near the water and watched as the bruised, waterlogged body caught on a rock near his feet. The black hair and strange white and green outfit gave her away as the human miko that traveled with his younger half-brother. His apparently pathetic half-brother, as he wasn’t even able to protect the miko from something as simple as drowning.

Reaching down, he scooped the broken body of the young woman up out of the water and carried her to the shore, where he laid her down. She was dead, though she hadn’t been for long judging by the normal color of her skin with the exception of her blue lips. If she’d been in the water long, she would have gotten bloated, or at least been eaten by something, but aside from a few nasty-looking gashes she had no other wounds.

Blood was still oozing just slightly from a wound on the back of her head. Kneeling down, he tilted her head to the side and saw a four-inch long, fairly deep gash. Her wounds didn’t look like ones that any weapon would make, neither did the shape of the bruises; they looked like they’d been caused by blunt-force. Thinking back, he remembered seeing a waterfall about a hundred yards further up the river, it was likely that she’d fallen in.

Perhaps she’d jumped in? He’d just seen her get left behind once again by his idiot half-brother for the other human miko Kikyou. He’d been nearby and smelled the hanyou, and he’d been curious about what they were up to. After all, they were all searching for Naraku. Still, this miko was strong for a human. Brave. Certainly too good for the likes of that moron...It was a pity she was dead.

As if a reminder that it was still there, the Tenseiga pulsed. Inherited from his father, the Tenseiga was a sword that had the power to save one hundred souls. The inu-youkai unsheathed it and inspected it, making a decision. The sword pulsed again. ‘Well..it would be a waste to leave her dead....’ The sword pulsed a third time, and the demon unsheathed it and held it out in front of him, over the miko.

Gathered around the body of the miko appeared five small green goblin-like demons, who looked up at Sesshoumaru and hissed. Swiping the sword diagonally, the Tenseiga cut through all of them in one blow, and they disappeared. He then waited several long seconds as nothing happened, until suddenly her eyes snapped open and she began coughing. Turning herself on her side, she started to vomit what looked like at least a gallon of water.

After that was done, she laid there panting with her eyes closed. Her whole body was on fire, especially her abdomen since she’d thrown up so much. Kagome opened her eyes and turned her head to face the demon whom she thought was the last person she’d want to see her like she was. Tall, straight-backed with very long silver hair and a blue crescent moon on his forehead, the gorgeous taiyoukai stood over her, silent.

“Sesshoumaru...? What are you...? What happened?” She asked, her ability to find words damaged by her splitting headache.

“You died, miko. You were in the river.” Kagome began to look very, very confused.

“Wha...what...dead? Then how...?” She found her memory of wandering through the forest, and falling backwards into the waterfall.

“What were you doing so far out in the forest alone?” Sesshoumaru questioned.

“I was...taking a walk...” Kagome was still very confused, and wished her headache would go away. She was so sleepy...

Sesshoumaru watched as Kagome quietly closed her eyes and passed out again. He looked her over again. All her major wounds had been healed - she still had a few bruises, but nothing serious. But looking at her wet, torn clothes, he knew she’d need new ones or she’d get sick and probably die again.

He paused a moment to think. Why did he care? Why shouldn’t he just walk away and leave her lying there? Well, he’d already gone through the trouble of fishing her out of the water and bringing her back to life, it wouldn’t make sense to just leave her lying in the middle of the forest alone, at night, unconscious.

Of course, he had saved her. That meant that her life was now his. The bastard Inuyasha certainly didn’t deserve to have a female as strong and loyal as she following him around, waiting for him as he runs off chasing other women.

Kagome was a miko who could sense the shards of the Shikon no Tama, so she’d be useful in finding Naraku. She wasn’t all that displeasing to look at either, for a human. She was fiercely loyal to Inuyasha, and to see his reaction would be quite amusing. She was also very stubborn...it would be fun to break her.

So that was that, Sesshoumaru would make her his slave. She would look after and protect Rin, cook food, assist in locating Naraku, and who knew - perhaps she’d have a few other fun little uses...His decision made, Sesshoumaru scooped up the miko once again and began to make his way back to a road that he’d seen earlier.

After making sure the still unconscious miko was carefully hidden in the grass near him, he waited silently for a traveler to come up the road. Luckily it didn’t take that long, and soon a small caravan came into sight. There was a total of two carts and five people - three men and two women.

Two of the men and one of the women were carrying lanterns. One of the men was elderly, the other two were young adults, as was one of the woman. The other woman looked to be close in age to Kagome, though to Sesshoumaru she wasn’t nearly as attractive. She was wearing a simple kimono with long sleeves that ended just above her knees. The group was looking around nervously - they were close to the town, so they’d obviously decided to risk the short journey in the dark.

Sesshoumaru silently stepped out of the trees into the middle of the road and turned to face the group. The near-to-full moon came out from behind the clouds to illuminate him as he unsheathed the Tenseiga with a soft “shhing”. The younger woman saw him first and shrieked, and the men jumped in from of the women and drew their weapons even as they stared in terror at the taiyoukai in front of them.

“Wha...What do you want?!” One of the younger men stuttered. Sesshoumaru ignored him to address the girl directly.

“You...” He said in a quiet growl as he pointed the Tenseiga at her. “Give me your clothes.” Even with as little light as there was, you could see the color drain from her face. The men looked alarmed and puzzled.

“My...my clothes?” She asked, holding her arms across herself.

“Now.” His voice was threatening.

“B-but...here?” His patience lost, he issued a growl and stepped forward, and she shrieked again.

“Just give him the kimono, Ruma!” The older woman said, afraid, putting a hand on her shoulder. The older woman blocked them from seeing her by holding out the baggier clothes she was wearing as far as they would go in front of her. Trembling, the girl untied and pulled off her obi, sliding off the kimono.

She handed the small kimono to one of the younger men, who then threw it at Sesshoumaru, who caught it in one hand without so much as a blink. After that, the two women quickly climbed into one of the carts, and the men retreated to stand back near them, weapons still drawn. The taiyoukai wasn’t paying any attention anymore though, as he’d just noticed the miko was starting to wake up.

The travelers heard a young woman groan, and following the taiyoukai’s gaze, they saw Kagome struggling to sit up. Sesshoumaru sheathed the Tenseiga and walked over to the female, who climbed to her feet and nearly fell over again. They saw why he’d taken the clothes - hers were all torn up, looked wet, and were those blood stains?

“Sesshoumaru? What’s going on...?” She asked quietly, looking from the demon to the travelers and back again. He threw the kimono to her and it landed in her hand and over her shoulder.

“Put that on.” He ordered. She blinked, holding the kimono out. It was very pretty, but kind of short. It was a deep red with dark orange trim and little orange birds on it, and a matching obi. Kagome looked up, saw Sesshoumaru was waiting, and blanched.

“Put it on here, with you watching?” She asked, unbelieving. ‘The nerve!’ She thought to herself, her cheeks filling with blood.

“Yours are wet, and torn. You’ll get sick if you don’t, and they don’t cover you up well anyway.” He explained calmly. Kagome looked down and saw that he was definitely right. A chunk of her tattered skirt was missing, giving everyone a good look at her thigh, and her shirt had a huge tear in it diagonally across her abdomen, starting under her left breast and ending when it reached her skirt. Still...

“You know, I have more clothes in my backpack with Miroku and Sango, I’ll just change into those when I get back.” She smiled apologetically, and Sesshoumaru frowned.

“You won’t be going back to that mutt and his pack of humans.” Kagome froze, alarmed.

“What are you talking about?” She asked, looking quite wary.

“You died, miko. I brought you back to life. Did you think I did it out of the goodness of my heart? Of course not. You belong to me now, woman. Body and soul, for as long as you live.” His voice held a threatening promise, and his eyes were narrowed. Kagome saw that he was dead serious.

“Like hell I do! I never asked you to bring me back!” Kagome retorted, angry and scared.

“So you’d rather be dead? I can easily and gladly arrange that.” He was starting to lost his patience with the female.

“N...No, of course not!”

“You’ve only got two choices. You can come with me and do as I say no matter what, or you can die.” He flexed his hand, and clenched it into a fist slowly, the bones popping menacingly.

“Inuyasha will come for me...” Kagome said defensively, backing up a step.

“That mutt has already made his decision. You died, and still he has not come for you. Where is he now, girl? He’s off chasing after that miko woman like a disgusting lovesick puppy. He has chosen her, not you. And now you are mine.” Tears began to fall as his words rang true and the situation seemed hopeless. “Now...put the kimono on.”

His voice was cold and harsh, and it made her tears fall faster as she looked down at the cloth in her hand. If it had to of been anyone, why must it have been Sesshoumaru, of all people? The taiyoukai growled, his patience lost, and in a blink of an eye he was standing in front of her. He reached up and with both hands he ripped her shirt apart, and then tore off her skirt. Kagome shrieked and covered herself with her hands, looking horrified.

“Put. It. On.” He was staring her right in the eye, and with trembling hands she began to pull the kimono up onto her shoulders. Her hands fumbled as she tied the long silk obi around the front, and then twisted it so the bow was at her back. Tears falling silently, she straightened it out and stumbled backwards, looking miserable. Satisfied, he looked her over. It was fairly short on her, but she’d be able to move around pretty easily. Later on, they’d find her something better. But for now...

“Come.” He commanded, stepping forwards into the forest. She hesitated, and he stopped and look back over his shoulder at her, curling his lip with anger. With a tiny squeak, she jumped and ran over to him, walking in step behind him as they went back into the forest.

The travelers, who had watched the entire transaction, now high-tailed it to the village to spread their story of the demon and his enslaved, resurrected woman who had come out of the nearby forest to steal their clothes and gone back in afterwards.



“Miroku...I’m worried about Kagome...She’s been gone for hours and hours.” Sango told the monk. Shippo was asleep nearby, snoring away, only she and Miroku were awake.

“Don’t worry...I’m sure she just followed Inuyasha. She probably caught up with him, and they’re together now.” The monk comforted the woman, putting an arm around her waist. She eyed him suspiciously out of the corner of her eye, but when he didn’t attempt to grope her, she decided to leave it there.

“Yeah, you’re probably right...”



Kagome had been walking behind Sesshoumaru for what felt like centuries to her feet. She was wearing only socks - her damp ones. Her shoes had been lost in the river. Now her feet were very sore, so sore that it burned for them to touch anything, let alone walk. Sesshoumaru’s strides remained constant, so she’d fallen a few steps behind.

During the first part of the journey, she’d thought only of how to get away from the taiyoukai. Once, she’d stopped walking, and he stopped and gave her the scariest look she’d ever seen. He was dead serious about keeping her - he’d even slow down his own stride as she got tired, keeping her within ten feet of himself. During that part of the trip, her mind was a buzz.

‘Who does he think he is? How dare he...’ She thought as she remembered how he’d ripped her clothes off. ‘And in front of those travelers! Oh, I’m so embarrassed. What a perv!’ Now, of course, her mind was focused solely on her feet.

Sesshoumaru was starting to get annoyed. At the rate that he’d had to slow down, they’d have to stop somewhere for the night, soon. He hated the little whimpers she made every time she stepped down...it was very distracting. And he couldn’t stop thinking about her deliciously pale skin...

Luckily, his thoughts were interrupted as the miko stumbled and unceremoniously fell on her butt in the grass with a sharp cry. Sighing and waiting for her to get up again, he looked around and noted that they were near a small clearing. Impatient, he looked back at her and saw that every time she tried to stand up, her legs would wobble and she’d wince hard before falling back down again.

“Humans...” Sesshoumaru muttered as he walked over to her. Some of his frustration was lost when he noticed that both of her feet were bleeding. Despite her admittedly weak mewling protest, Sesshoumaru scooped up the young woman and carried her into the clearing, setting her down on a patch of long grass.

Kagome watched in silence as the taiyoukai wandered over to a dead tree and cut it down with his Tokijin. Lighting fast, he sliced the gnarled thing to much smaller, manageable pieces and carried them over, setting them down near her. Arranging them on a patch of dirt, he proceeded to make a small fire.

The young woman hadn’t realized how cold she was until the warmth of the fire reached her. Sesshoumaru settled down against a tree on the far side of the clearing. He sat there for a while, watching the young miko. For along time she lay there, staring into the fire, before she drifted off. In her sleep, she began to toss and turn violently, her face screwed up in a grimace, mumbling incoherent but desperate sounding words.

Finally, she settled down and fell into a deep sleep, and Sesshoumaru looked up at the moon for a long time. He thought briefly of Rin, and wondered if Jaken was looking after her well. He then allowed his mind to wander on to the miko... Normally he wouldn’t allow himself to think such thoughts, especially about a human, but it was hard to resist.

The taiyoukai began to wonder about his disposition towards humans. Was he starting to go soft? Well, he still thought that humans were disgusting, useless creatures. Well, most of them. He eventually came to the conclusion that Rin and the miko were the exception - not the rule. He convinced himself that they didn’t compromise his position. Rin had looked after him, and when she was old enough to take care of herself he’d leave her. Kagome could be seen as a better choice than most youkai bitches, because of her useful talents. His pride soothed, Sesshoumaru leaned back against the tree and closed his eyes.

Kagome woke up very late in the night, covered in a fine sheen of cold sweat. At first, she thought that she was alone, and she inched closer to the still-burning fire. Then she caught sight of her captor and breathed an odd sigh of relief. It struck her as kind of funny that she’d rather be with the vicious demon who’d enslaved her than be alone. Then, still looking at him, she blinked. Was he...sleeping?

For some reason, sleeping was never something she pictured the taiyoukai doing. Kagome had simply thought that he didn’t sleep, because it seemed like one of those things he wouldn’t need. ‘I guess even the most powerful demons need sleep...’ She thought to herself.

Then, it finally hit her. He was asleep! If she’d ever get a chance to escape, now would be it! But her feet were still so sore, if he woke up, he’d catch up with her easily, and then... ‘Well, I’ll just have to be extra quiet.’ She thought to herself, determined. Looking around though, she didn’t know which direction they’d come from and even if she did, they’d walked such a long time...

‘I won’t let that stop me! There’s no way I’m going to be Sesshoumaru’s slave! I just need to go and find some place to hide. Sango, Miroku and Shippou will know I’m missing and they’ll come searching, and so will Inuyasha when he gets back.’ Kagome thought to herself. Her heart fell a little when she remembered what Sesshoumaru had said... “He has chosen her, not you.”

Even still, Kagome was confidant that he’d come looking for her. Yes, if she could only find some place to hide, they’d find her tomorrow, and soon she’d be back with them and this whole thing will be just a memory...

She had to bite back as hiss as she stood and put pressure on her feet. They were swollen, and hurt more than she could of imagined. Keeping an eye on the demon, Kagome very slowly tip-toed out of the clearing. ‘So far, so good...’ She thought, looking back at him.

She continued to tiptoe until she thought she was an acceptable distance away, and then she grit her teeth and began to run. It hurt a lot, and the ground was very rough on her feet, but she kept going as fast as she could while looking around for something as to give her an idea where to hide.

Suddenly Kagome heard the sound of rustling clothes and, feeling someone was behind her, she turned just in time to see the fist before it slammed into her stomach, sending her flying backwards a good six feet before she hit the ground. Her mouth wide open in a silent gasp, she lay still, unable to move as the force of the punch had pushed all the air out of her lungs and rendered her immobile.

Standing over her, the silver-haired taiyoukai looked extremely angry. His blood-filled eyes were narrowed, and his left hand was still clenched tight. Kagome finally inhaled after what seemed like minutes, and began coughing and trying to scuttle backwards, away from the terrifying youkai. He advanced on her, stooped low and grabbed her by the front of her kimono, pulling her to her feet with a growl. The miko struggled against him, trying to push off of him, desperate to distance herself from the enraged demon, but he only pulled her closer.

“Let me go!!” Kagome cried as she hit his chest with her fist, turning her head away from him and leaning back as far as she could. “Who do you think you are, get your hands off of me!! Get off, you stupid demon!!!” She screamed as she slapped him hard across the face. She felt him freeze, and her heart stopped and cold dread descended on her as she realized she’d just done something very, very bad.

The next thing the young woman knew, Sesshoumaru had thrown her effortlessly to the ground to his side. Kagome landed hard and cried out as she twisted her leg when it folded under her as she landed on her back, her head bouncing off of a rock. He was standing over her again in a flash, and she tried to scramble on hands and knees away from him, but he grabbed her injured leg and pulled her hard back to him, flipping her onto her back again as she whimpered in pain.

The taiyoukai was on top of her suddenly, his blood-filled eyes still narrowed in rage. He pinned her hands down together above her head with his left hand, and with his right he pulled her hair, yanking her head backwards so that she had to look up at him. The terror-stricken miko was sobbing uncontrollably, her face wet with tears.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please, I won’t do it again, just don’t...!” Kagome begged through her sobs. Sesshoumaru let go of her hair and grabbed her hard by the chin, his claws digging into her skin.

“You should of thought of that earlier.” He growled as he used his right hand to yank off the obi, throwing it aside, and pull open the kimono. She’d still been wearing her little bra and panties, but he easily ripped those off now, exposing her pale skin to the moonlight.

“INU–!” Kagome tried to scream, but Sesshoumaru clamped a hand down over her mouth and squeezed so hard she feared that he would break her jaw.

“You’re only making it worse... The more you struggle, the harder it’ll be.” He warned in a low growl. The taiyoukai began to shrug off his clothes and armor, which was apparently a lot easier than she could of imagined. It was then that she chanced a look down, and nearly tried to scramble away again.

Kagome had seen a couple of porn videos before. Even an American one once, back when she and her friends were curious, and one of them would bring some videos to their sleep-overs. The American guy’s thing was huge, but it had nothing on Sesshoumaru’s. The taiyoukai was undoubtably well endowed, and the huge thing stood at full attention.

Yuka had once told them during one of those sleep-overs that it was okay for some men to have smaller things, because the ones who had bigger ones couldn’t get as hard, because they didn’t have enough blood to spare to fill it up. Sesshoumaru was obviously different, because when it brushed against the inside of her thigh, it felt rock hard, and unbearably hot.

The silver-haired demon had let her arms go, but Kagome hadn’t moved them. She was frozen in fear, too afraid to move. As he sat, poised above her, it wasn’t touching her yet but she could still feel its heat. Her eyes shut tight, she didn’t want to look as she felt him shifting against her, the tip of something big and very hot pushing against her. She’d stopped crying. She’d stopped struggling. She’d stopped thinking. All she could do was wait in agonizing anticipation.

Sesshoumaru spared a moment to admire the sight lain out before of him. Tantalizing pale skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight, small but perfect breasts with hardened pink nipples, a smooth and soft looking belly just begging to be ripped open, and a line that led down to a small, trim patch of tangled hair between splayed legs. Her eyes were shut, her face was red, and she was holding her own arms above her head in reluctant acceptance.

Leaning forward, the taiyoukai pressed the tip of his cock into the miko and shuddered at the heat. He watched in delight as her eyes pressed tighter together, and goose-bumps rippled over her exposed skin. Holding his cock in place with his right hand, he used his left to bend and lift her left leg, and she began to tremble. He couldn’t help but smirk. Her punishment would be for him to penetrate her without any preparation at all.

Without any warning, Sesshoumaru shoved forward, his cock tearing through her hymen and sinking in all the way in one push. Kagome screamed in pain, her eyes wide and her mouth agape. She felt like she was on fire, it burned so bad, like he was tearing her apart from the inside. It was too big, she felt what must of been a thousand tiny tears as each seared in pain.

The taiyoukai’s eyes slid shut as he felt her envelop him, squeezing him. She was so deliciously tight. He caught a whiff of blood; for a virgin, his size must be unbearable. That knowledge and the look of pain on her face only made it all the sweeter as he slid back out a ways and thrust himself back in, as she gave yet another cry of pain.

He grabbed her other leg under her knee and lifted that one up too, to give him better access. Pushing both legs back into the air, he began to thrust in a rhythm, slow at first and then gaining speed. Nearly screaming in agony, Kagome’s arms shot forwards, hands against his chest, trying to push him off of her and get the painful, burning hot thing out of her, but it only made him press into her harder, which made her scream louder.

Fresh tears ran down the miko’s face as she scratched and pushed and hit the demon, who ignored her pathetic attempts. His eyes were half closed and his lips were parted slightly, showing his canines. Sesshoumaru groaned and growled as he pushed the female’s legs back further, lifting her lower half into the air, giving him a better angle as he began to slam himself into her.

Kagome choked on her cries and her sobs, incoherent pleas for him to stop tumbling from her mouth in-between. The pain was overwhelming, it felt like she was being raped with a searing hot poker the size of a baseball bat. Even the sensitive outside of her was in pain as the course hairs and the force of his thrusts rubbed it raw.

Being the taiyoukai that he was, Sesshoumaru could have kept going for hours easily, but he decided to cut it short because it was her first time and he wanted to be able to do it again, soon. Letting her legs fall down around him, he slid his arms up under her lower back and pulled her up off of the ground so that only her head still touched. He liked the position because he could bring her body to him, instead of just thrusting.

Her blood had become lubrication, and the friction had caused a numbing of certain sensations. Kagome couldn’t feel much pain anymore. She felt...something else. Kagome’s body felt very warm as Sesshoumaru repeatedly pulled her down onto his cock and pulled her up off again. In this position, her sensitive lips and clit weren’t rubbing against anything, and the cock was hitting something very deep inside of her...

The demon’s red-and-blue eyes looked down to where his cock slid into her. She was squeezing him so tightly, clamped around him, and you could see how it strained to accommodate his size even from the outside. He could see the slickness of the blood, and just how far she was stretched open to let him in...

Sesshoumaru’s groans had gotten louder, and his pace had picked up. Kagome’s own soft, more uncertain moans had joined his, and when their eyes locked together, he gave one more thrust and clenched his jaw shut tight, letting out a deep growl as he rocked himself in her. She whimpered as she felt hot liquid shooting inside of her, filling her up. The taiyoukai let her fall back onto the ground and he fell on top of her, eyes closed, panting heavily.

After a couple minutes had passed, Sesshoumaru lifted himself up off of the miko and stood. She felt a rush of hot liquid trickle out of her. Kagome lay there, staring up at the sky, unmoving. All sensations had come back to her body, and she was in a lot of pain. Her leg hurt from when it had twisted underneath her, her head felt like it had split open when she hit it on the rock, and her pussy felt like it was on fire. Her arms, legs, and her back all throbbed where he’d grabbed her.

The sound of water reached her ears; small splashes, and trickling. Still, Kagome didn’t move, even to look over. She heard the sound of soft footsteps, and rustling of clothing, and then Sesshoumaru appeared in her sights, standing over her again. His eyes had returned to their normal pale golden hue and he was fully clothed, though a little damp.

“Wash yourself. Do it quickly, you’ll need as much sleep as you can get, we set out early.” With that, the taiyoukai turned and walked back to their clearing, as though nothing had happened.

When he had gone, Kagome let her head fall to the side in the direction of the water, and she blinked. Next to them the entire time had been a small hot spring. It looked very inviting with its steam rising up towards the darkened sky. She decided it would be best to do as she’d been told.

Climbing to her feet was a hard and complicated process for the tender miko. She had so many aches and pains, it felt like she’d fall to pieces when she finally stood. Her feet didn’t seem to hurt as much, but she wasn’t sure if that was because she’d been off of them a while or because she had so many other pains to distract her. Her leg was sore, but fine, and she thanked the gods that it wasn’t sprained or broken.

After tugging off the kimono, she shakily limped to the water’s edge and peeked in before wading into the warmth. At first the water stung her fresh, open injuries, but then it began to sooth her aching body. Reaching tentatively down between her legs to try to wash away the evidence, she found it hurt to the touch. It surprised her when she realized that it was swollen, as she hadn’t known that that part of her could swell.

The water soothed her body, but nothing could help her mind. Kagome was running on autopilot, afraid that if she let herself feel anything beyond the physical or let her thoughts flow, she’d break down. It was easier to work on automatic.

When she made it back to their clearing, Sesshoumaru was back as he’d been before, lying against the tree with this eyes closed. He didn’t do anything to acknowledge her presence, and that was fine with her. Lying back down carefully, she let herself think of her captor’s younger brother. Kagome wanted to see Inuyasha so much, but...what would he think of her now? Now that she’d been with his older brother whom he hated, however reluctantly... For what seemed like the thousandth time that night, tears slipped from her eyes, and the emotionally and physically exhausted Kagome cried herself to sleep.

When morning came, Sesshoumaru decided to let the miko continue sleeping. She wasn’t sleeping very well, having been tossing and turning all night. Because Kagome wasn’t going to get much energy from it, the taiyoukai decided that she’d need something else to energize her and he wandered off in the forest to find her something to eat. Kagome was already awake when he got back, sitting with her knees drawn up to her chest staring into the fire.

The miko jumped when he held the stick with the fish on it out to her, as she hadn’t noticed him enter the clearing. Sesshoumaru saw that the kimono she was wearing was a little dirty, but otherwise fine. Judging from the extra bounce she gave when she’d jumped, she wasn’t wearing that piece of cloth around her breasts, and as he walked around her he could clearly see that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Obviously, she hadn’t tried to repair any of the clothes she’d been wearing.

Sesshoumaru fought his growing desire - not yet, he told himself. She squeaked indignantly and put her legs down when she realized what he was looking at, her cheeks red and her expression afraid. He chuckled and turned away from her.

“Eat, miko. You’ll need your energy.” He didn’t need to turn and look to see if she would listen, because he knew that she would. Soon he could smell the fish as it seared, and he could hear it sizzle softly. Because of Rin, he had gotten used to the smell; it used to make him nauseous. The sight of it being eaten still did, however, so he went out to find himself something that he could eat, because he couldn’t eat human food.

Kagome watched him go as she took a bite of the fish, and spit it out again, making a funny face. ‘Ew...not done yet...’ The night before felt like it had been just a bad dream, though the pain was still very real. She felt like she’d been with Sesshoumaru for a very long time. She thought about her friends. They’d probably be out looking for her today... Kagome couldn’t help but wonder how Inuyasha would react when he found out she was gone. Surely the others would track her down–they’d been walking the whole way...