InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Poison of Erised! ❯ Chapter Two - The Release of a Feral Nymph! ( Chapter 2 )

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The Poison of Erised!

by Vyncent

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"As it is near dark, we probably should stay here for the night," spoke up the houshi, "While we could certainly make up for lost time, in the dark we could not be as effective in tracking anything that might come our way."

"Feh! If you all were not such weaklings, we would not have had to stop to begin with," spoke up a certain hanyou.

"Inuyasha! We are all tired, and the heat has taken its toll on every one of us," spoke up Sango, as she glared in anger at the thoughtless hanyou.  "While we understand your desire to collect the shards and support you in the search for them, your stubbornness only further endangers all of us if you keep this up."

"What do you mean wench?" spat out a very irritated Inuyasha, "If it were not for me, this whole group would have died long ago.  I protect all of you from danger, not put you in it."

"Iie, Inuyasha," Miroku returned seeing the anger burning in Sango's eyes at his words, "I told you before.  We ningens are not able to ignore the things that our bodies tell us as easily as you do.  When we show signs of illness, or stress, we need to pay attention to those signs.  Kagome-sama passed out earlier, because she ignored those signs in an effort not to appear weak.  Whether you wish to believe it or not, she cares greatly about your opinion of her."

"Yeah, Inuyasha," interjected Shippou, who was sitting beside the still unconscious Miko.  "As leader of our pack, you are responsible for protecting all of us, and that means being responsible for our health, too.  If we are too exhausted or sick to continue, what happens in a battle if we all can't fight because you refused to do your job as the one in charge?"

This vexed the hanyou and he found himself getting angry.  It was not because it was Shippou that had stated the obvious, but because he knew, it was true.   More than anything else, he was angry with himself for not having seen the danger sooner.  Even he was affected to some degree by the heat, but he knew that with his youkai blood, he would recover much faster that the others, as would Kirara and Shippou.  They, however, were not the entire team.  They might be ningens, but each of the rest of the group, Miroku, Sango, and especially Kagome, all were not only important to his pack, but each contributed in very valuable ways to the needs of the group as a whole.

Shippou cringed at the anger that he could see and feel pouring off the hanyou.  Despite this, he knew that what he said was true.  Someone had to remind Inuyasha of his role as the one who did protect all of them from many of the dangers that the group often encountered.  Yes, they all did their part in the various battles that they fought, but without the hanyou's strength, many of those battles would not have had successful outcomes.

Inuyasha took a moment to try to pull himself together; getting pissed would not help the situation, nor make anything any better.  It was not as if Kagome was trying to go home or anything, but the kit had a valid point, as did both Sango and Miroku.  Still, he didn't like admitting that he was wrong, and it scared him that he had truly put them all at risk.

"Fine," he groused, tucking his arms into his haori sleeves in an all too familiar pose, "we stay here for the night.  It is obvious that this warm weather is too much for you weaklings.  I can't have all of you collapsing at a time like this.  Come on houshi.  Let's get a fire going, so that we can have something to eat."

"Kirara and I will gather wood for the fire," spoke up Shippou, smiling from ear to ear, as both he and the neko headed into the nearby woods.

"Don't go getting yourself hurt runt," groused the hanyou, but with considerably less irritation than just moments ago, "I ain't in the mood to have to save your sorry ass.'

"I will get the water for Kagome's ramen and some tea while you two get the fire started," returned Sango cheerfully, grabbing the pot and kettle that Kagome kept in her backpack for just that purpose.

While she was off to the nearby stream to get the water, a soft groan could be heard coming from the young Miko.  Kagome seemed to be finally regaining consciousness, something that seriously please a certain inu hanyou immensely, although he refused to voice such relief for so many ears to hear.

It was not truly necessary, as almost as soon as the sound was heard, Inuyasha was back at her side and pulling her up into his lap and putting a cool cloth to her face again.  Sango and Miroku continued taking care of the chores, leaving the two alone.  When they returned from gathering wood, Shippou and Kirara pitched in as well for the same reason.

"Kagome," Inuyasha spoke up, when he saw her eyes open, "Gomen ne!"

Kagome smiled up at the face of the one that held her heart so completely, yet never truly understood just how much he really meant to her.  Yes, they argued with each other, but while he didn't understand the depth of her heart, he knew that she cared for him, and was willing to do anything for him.  She could never stay mad at Inuyasha.  She cared for him too much.

"It's alright Inuyasha," she replied comforted by the steady beat of his heart, as he let her rest her head against his chest.  "Gomen ne for being so weak and slowing everyone down."

"Iie! I should not have pushed us all so hard," Inuyasha returned, a hint of his shame colouring his quiet voice, "I put all of us at risk, because of my foolishness and negligence.  We are staying here for the night, so that we can all rest and recover."

He paused long enough to wipe her face again with the cold wet cloth, and some cold water to drink from one of her bottles that she carried in her backpack, which Shippou had refilled at the nearby stream.  Before he could say more, Kagome spoke up.

"I could never stay mad at you Inuyasha," she said, "I will always forgive you."

A warm feeling seemed to fill the hanyou, and broke past his normally gruff exterior.  A smile graced his face with an answering gleam in his eyes to match.

"Arigato," Inuyasha whispered for her ears only, "Kagome."

By this time, dinner was ready and Shippou brought bowls to both Kagome and Inuyasha.  Despite the heat, the food was welcome, and soon all were ready to turn in for the night.  Kagome was much improved just from the care, cool water, and food.  It looked like things would be back to normal by the morning's first light.

Soon all were settled for the night.  Sango and Kirara curled up on one side of the fire, while Miroku, after having been caught with his hand roaming in the wrong direction, was currently on the opposite side.  Kagome and Shippou were nearby, lying next to a convenient tree, which Inuyasha had taken up as his guard post for the night.

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As they were all still exhausted, sleep came quickly to everyone, well almost everyone.  None of them saw the hanyou silently slip away into the darkness.  Unknown to him, the golden orbs of an unseen watcher had seen him slink off into the night.  A slight shift in the night's breeze brought the scent that told him where the half-breed had gone.

A short time later, Kagome rose quietly from her place of rest, and with hardly more sound than the passing of a mouse, she started walking to the west.  To anyone watching her passing, at first glance it would have appeared that she had a specific destination in mind, and was anxious to get there.  At a second glance, her face would have appeared as though she was totally unaware of her actions or the environment around her.  Both appearances would have been both right, and wrong.

In truth, she did have a specific destination that she was anxiously trying to reach.  All that she had to get her there was an odd tingling in the back of her mind, a tingle that pulled at her insistently.  A pull that gave her no rest, and in fact bordered on being painful when she almost unconsciously fought to ignore it.  Eventually, she let it guide her in the direction that it seemed to want her to go, as what little resistance she had faded to nothing.  So, she did have someplace that she knew was important to get to, but she had no idea where or how far away that place was.

As for the state of her mind, well...that was on a completely different track.  In many ways, she was totally unaware of her surroundings.  It could even be said that she was unaware of the fact that it was night, or that the moon was full, bright, and blood red, or that it was a warm night, but quite a bit cooler, though no less humid, than the day had been.  What she was aware of, she found completely confusing.

She felt a growing need, a burning desire, an almost overwhelming hunger, but for what she could not figure out.  All she knew for sure was that she had to have whatever it was, or find someone who knew how to provide the relief that she so desperately needed.  This only confused her more, because she didn't have any idea what it was she needed.  It was a hunger she had nothing with which to compare, and was like nothing she had ever felt before.  All that was certain was that she felt something like a gnawing hunger that seemed to border on pain.

As she continued her westward journey, she didn't see or notice the spirit shield that she passed through, or that for just an instant, it had changed from blue, to green, and then back again.  Neither was she aware of the glowing golden orbs that had been alerted to her presence because of her passing through the shield, as they followed her progress along the path.

She felt warm, very warm.  So warm that as she walked, she hardly noticed that she had pulled the red scarf from the front of her shirt, and had begun to use it to wipe the film of perspiration from her face and neck.  Her skin seemed to tingle, with an almost fiery sensation.  It was as if her very blood was on fire, burning with a need so deep, a desire so strong that she was both excited and scared.

An excitement fed by the prospects that seemed to call to her, promising relief.  At the same time, scared because she had never felt like this before in her life, and it confused her in its strangeness, and frightened her in its intensity.

Using the red kerchief helped, but just a little, and the heat she felt just kept getting stronger, and hotter.  Even the slight breeze that had begun around sunset, offered little relief.  She knew that she felt almost feverish, yet was aware on some level that she didn't actually have a fever.  Something about that tingling pull seemed to tell her that what she sought would help her to stop the burning hunger, but she had to hurry, as it would not wait for her forever, so she quickened her pace.

She hardly noticed that the path she was following was a small, nondescript deer path, or that the branches of the various trees and bushes on either side of the trail, were pulling and scratching at the exposed areas of her skin.  All that mattered was finding a way to relieve the growing heat that she could feel all over her body.

The material of her shirt seemed to become unexpectedly irritating.  It was an irritation that seemed to work like an itch that just wouldn't go away, the kind that had you scratching even though you knew that you shouldn't.  It was almost maddening, and screamed that something be done to get rid of it.  Without a second thought, she pulled it off, over her head.  For a short distance she left it to drag on the ground from her almost limp fingers, until a passing bush seemingly bent on capturing the wayward bit of cloth, snagged it, dragging it from the fingers that didn't seem to notice that they were no longer holding onto something.

She continued on her path, stopping for nothing.  If an obstacle appeared too large to climb over, or offered no way to pass under, she seemingly noticed and just found a path around it, until she was back on her original course.  Unknown to the potion driven Miko, she was not far from her destination.  

By this point, just as with her shirt, she noticed something rubbing her heated flesh, and it irritated her skin.  Without a moment's thought, her hands easily unfastened her skirt, and it quietly fell to the forest floor, as she continued on her way, not even noticing that she was now down to her undergarments.

Still, there was not enough relief to the heat that she felt, and in fact, it continued to build.  Small trickles of perspiration were running down her skin, each one causing a small, but noticeable tingle to her skin.  Each tingle only adding to her driving hunger, but offering no clue as to what it was that she hungered for, nor any suggestion as to what might relieve the building ache that screamed in her very bones for relief.

By now, her breath had quickened, and the feeling of anticipation began to take over.  Anticipation of...what...?

Her heart seemed to beat faster, and faster, increasing with her almost panting breath.  Still, this undefined need drove her on, pushing her harder and harder to reach her designated spot.

Underlying all of this was a small, almost minuscule voice.  One that did notice that it was dark, and that she was moving farther and farther away from her friends, and the safety of the campfire, and of Inuyasha.  It left an undertone of fear that only added to her already confused state of mind.

Her hearing seemed to have become more intense, and scents that she had never noticed before, almost seemed to overwhelm her.  Areas of darkness that she would not have seen clearly in before, now showed her the secrets hidden within.

A small rabbit, hiding in the entrance to its burrow, and small mouse, scampering through the leaves of a nearby bush.  The soft tread of a hiding doe, as it moved deeper into the safety of the woods.  The unfamiliarity of these sounds, sights, and scents, only further provided that much more to increase the fear that like the desire, and heat she felt, seemed to continue to push rational thought to the back of her mind.

'What is happening to me? Why? I feel so hot, but nothing seems to relieve this feeling.  Why do I feel that I must find something, and what is it that I need...want...desire...no...hunger for?' were just a few of the jumbled, confused run of thoughts rushing through her head.  'Yes, hunger.  That is what I feel.  A hunger...a hunger so bad that if I do not find relief soon, it will be too painful to bear.  What is this craving that is driving me? What has caused me to feel this way?'

As the confusing thoughts reigned supreme in the back of her mind, her hands seemed to follow the instructions of a mind not her own.  Again, a small irritation of something rubbing her heated flesh drove her fingers to reach up and unlatch the hooks of her bra.  Just as her shirt and skirt, the currently offensive garment fell silently by the wayside, unseen and unnoticed by its wearer.

Perhaps she would have continued in this way, and eventually even discarded her last stitch of clothing.  Perhaps she would have finally noticed her state of undress, screamed for her life, and turned back to run the way she had come.  We will never know, however, as it was about now that she came upon a small clearing in the trees, one that held a most inviting pool of clear, cool water with a small, gentle waterfall.

The music of the falls was soothing, and invited her to cool her heated skin, with its waters.  It was an invitation that she, at least in part, decided was a good idea.  At least that insistent pull in the back of her mind had eased, however, the heat and hunger that she felt only seemed to get stronger and stronger as she stood looking down into the beautiful waters of the pool.

She knelt by the water, and with the small cloth that had once been the tie on the front of her school uniform, she dipped it into the cool water and used it to wipe her face, neck, and arms.  It was only natural to continue to use the cloth to let the soothing water run over her heated, tingling flesh to ease some of the painful desire burning like a raging firestorm through her veins.

For the moment, she lost herself in the sensual pleasure that the water left on her overly sensitive skin as it ran down her body, making the heat she felt just a bit easier to bare.  She didn't see, nor hear the approaching Youkai Lord, nor how he stopped to gaze in wonder at the sight before him.

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He had seen her enter the barrier that he had placed around the pool, with the small waterfall.  He in fact, had been watching her from the moment that he had left her side, after giving her the potion.  Knowing that soon he would be able to claim his prize had left him too excited to relax, and his anticipation of what the night would bring, had kept him from going far from the area in which her and her companions were resting.

So far, the potion was working just as the old witch had explained.  As he had worked too long and hard to reach this moment, he wanted to be sure that nothing went wrong.  With that in mind, instead of approaching her as soon as she had passed through his shield, he waited and trailed behind her from among the trees.

Being up high, gave him many advantages, including being able to see her with little obstruction, and able to watch over her passing incase anything untoward occurred.  As her scent wafted up towards him, on the lazy breeze, he found his excitement increasing quickly.  He could smell her fear, and confusion, but more than that, he could smell her desire.  It was so strong that it must have been like a raging fire in her very blood, and it called to the Youkai Lord, like water to a thirst starved man.

::Mine::

His Beast was more excited than he had known him to be in hundreds of years, even testing his long held and considerable control.  Even now it took much more conscious effort to keep the lustful Inu restrained than he had needed to use since he was a pup.  The roar of protest in his mind, spoke of the intensity of his Beast's determination, hunger, and need.  'Soon,' he promised, 'soon we will both sate our desires.'  It was not much, but it did calm the Beast a little, giving him back the measure of control for which only the great, stoic Lord of the West was most noted.

He was surprised when she removed her shirt, and even more so when the skirt followed a short time later.  The flushed appearance of her skin, the almost feverish look around her eyes, and the sheen of perspiration glinting in the moonlight, only fueled his own desire for the treasure that he now followed.

The alluring undergarments that the onna wore only seemed to enhance the already arousing beauty, although the smell of her blood left him feeling a bit uneasy, as he had no desire to see her skin marred.  The only one allowed to draw her blood, would be him, but that was another matter.

Taking a deep breath to catch the scent of her blood again, he realized what its cause was. While he still did not find it acceptable, he didn't worry as much, because it was not life threatening to the tenshi that he craved.

He let her get a little bit ahead of him, wanting her to have a moment to reach the pool and to let him circle around to approach her from the opposite direction.  He didn't wish for her to know that she had been followed.  While the scent of her desire was strong, there was still the underlying scent of fear, and he didn't want to have her panic and run before he could achieve his ultimate goal.  When he finally got to the small clearing and stepped out of the trees, the sight before him took his breath away, stopping him in his tracks.

Kneeling beside the pool of cool, clear water, was a wood nymph that he had only read about in fairytales.  He watched as she took a small red cloth, and dipped it into the cool water, beside her.  She brought it up, not even bothering to wring out the excess moisture, tipped her head back, and cupping some of the cool, inviting liquid in one hand, let it stream down along her neck, her chest and over her completely exposed, pert, firm breasts.  In the glow of the moon, it looked like small crystal jewels, glittering in the night, as they trailed down her heated skin, some of which hung for a tantalizing second from darkened nipples before falling to the ground below.

The sensual motion of a hand, following the path of the water, left the now panting Youkai almost gasping for air.  He had never seen such a sensual picture in all of his life, nor was he sure, that he would live to ever see such again.  Never had any youkai bitch that he had ever seen, even come close to the ethereal sight that currently commanded his attention.  Nothing, not even in his imagination, could compare to the beautiful tenshi before him.

A simple step forward, brushing nothing more than a leaf on a stray branch, seemed to have alerted her that someone else was present.  In a move faster than should have been humanly possible, Kagome was on her feet, facing the unknown threat, and crouched low, as though prepared to take flight, but willing to fight if trapped.

The sight almost undid the Youkai Lord, as the sweet and innocent treasure before him, suddenly became something far more primal.  She literally looked feral, standing there crouched low to the ground, her every sense seeming to be alert, and her eyes darting around like an animal checking for a way to escape a trap.

Once again, the Taiyoukai stopped dead in his tracks.  His little wood nymph of a moment ago, was now something far more feral, and he found the sight so arousing that he was hardened to the point of pain.  His breath, again caught in his throat, and the heat pooling in his loins, grew hotter by the minute.  His now almost lust crazed Inu clawed and screamed for release from the tightly held restraints that had long held sway, as once more, centuries of unrelenting, iron willed control was put to the test.

'Patience!' he soothed the hungering animal.  'Too quick, and we risk losing all that we have worked so long and hard for.  Patience, slow and easy.  We do not wish to frighten our little nymph further.  Better to entice, than to scare.'

::Mine:: was the only growled reply.

'Hai! Soon! Soon no one but us will have her, or touch her!' was the promise.

::Mine::

He didn't want to frighten her away.  The idea of the potion was no only to drive her passion to crave him, but it was also meant to work on her own senses and already existing desires, both hidden and not, magnifying them, and making her more responsive to him. Until he completed at least their first bonding, she still stood a chance of being able to break the spell that the potion had created.

Right now, she was like a frightened doe, and the scent of her fear mixed with the scent of her desire, pulled at his own senses, leaving him near breathless, his blood boiling, and his beast screaming to throw her down and take her now...hard, fast, and often.  While the scent of her fear fueled the lust of his beast, the idea of her fearing him dampened his own need, and allowed him to regain control of his own raging passions.

To his surprise, he could see and feel his aura and hers, and remarkably the two seemed to appear drawn to one another.  For all the world, it looked as though the two were facing each other, very much as he was facing her, except in the air above the pool.

The thing that caught his attention the most about the two dancing entities, was not only the intensity of the one that belonged to him, but the very size and power of her own.  The Great Lord of the Western Lands was most assuredly anything but weak, and in fact considered the single most powerful Youkai to walk the Earth, with the exception of his Great and Terrible Father.  It was no secret, and as such, the power and size of his aura was not unexpected.

It was incredible to him, however, to see that not only was she a most powerful being, but the sheer vastness of her aura was like nothing he had ever expected to encounter, ever seen before, and had only heard it rumoured that the Great and Legendary Midoriko had once held.  Not only was it more powerful than his own, but its very size was enough to engulf his own, many, many, many times over.  Even more surprising, however, was the fact that it did not do so.  Sesshoumaru knew that she was a Miko, and was aware that she was a most powerful one at that.  He never suspected just how powerful she truly was, and from his previous encounters with the girl, he was sure that she was completely unaware of the power that she could wield if ever she needed, or learned to do so.  

On one level, it made him somewhat envious to find someone that held such power in check, especially when it was apparent that she truly neither knew how to wield such power, but also was unaware that she had so much to be used.  On the other hand, he understood her very purity was what gave her so much power to wield.  Her compassion was what permitted her to use that power when it was most needed.  Just knowing that this was so, left him secretly, even more in awe of the tiny onna before him.

His senses on heightened and full alert, read her every move, breath, and scent like an open book.  The flickering emotions racing across her face had their own story to tell, as well.  She was frightened, but not so much of him, as much as because she didn't understand what she was feeling or why.  Her fright was fueled, as well, because she was a long way from the friends she was used to having for both companionship and protection.

Here, it was not only dark, but filled with the unknown, and the uncertain.  That she was not panicking was remarkable, especially for a ningen, and an onna at that.  What he needed most to do now, was to find a way to alleviate some of her fear, so that she would not suddenly bolt, before he could capture his prize in his own web.  Sure, he could have just dashed forward with his normal lightening speed, and without even giving her time to blink, have taken her.  That, however, would have defeated his purpose, for he needed to build not only her sense of desire for him, but a sense of trust as well.

Without his realizing that he was doing so, a low and lustful rumble began to emanate from his chest.  The sound seemed to both attract, and soothe the little Miko before him, and she began to relax just a bit.  Sensing this, he again stepped forward.

One-step.

Two.

Another.

A bare ten feet separated them, and he was just preparing to take another step forward, when the sound of a twig breaking, seemed to fill the silence, like a clap of thunder.  He held back a sigh, as he sensed her tense up again, the efforts of the past few moments almost for nothing.  His senses told him that the sound was simply the passing of a young deer, providing relief in the knowledge that his barrier had not slipped up.

Before she could move, he slowly took a stepped back, keeping his hand where she could see that it was open in a non-threatening manner.  The unconscious growl that had begun before, intensified again without his consciously doing so.  Though this surprised the Taiyoukai, it didn't show on his face.  Neither did the confusion that occupied a small part of his mind, as to why his Blood Beast would be doing something like this, especially to a simple ningen.

He knew what the sound was, and what conditions it commonly was used for, but none of those conditions seemingly fit the current situation.  It was a natural, primal response of the inu youkai, usually occurring when a male was trying to either seduce or soothe their mate or mate-to-be.  It was a very primitive response of the male to the emotions emanating from the female.  It was more instinctual that deliberate.  The more intense the feelings reflected in the female's aura, the more likely the male was to respond.

It was not a thing normally used by the rationally conscious, but a form of communication used by the Inu's Blood Beast.  Sesshoumaru had seen it used on a number of occasions among others of the inu youkai race.  If the female was frightened, it tended to be a most effective way of calming her fears.  If the female was aroused or in heat, it was a way of igniting the spark of lust that would draw the female to her mate.  Of course, this, also, worked from the female to the male, as well.

Although he had been with many females over his long centuries of life, he had never actively made use of this ability himself.  This was for several reasons, the primary one being that neither he, nor his Blood Beast had ever found a female to which the Great Lord was especially attracted.  None of his bed partners had anything of worth to offer, and were there more for the relief of potential sexual frustration, or because it was mating season and even he was not immune to the need to couple at that time of year.

The other main reason was because any of the females that he had been with, were always more than attracted to the Great Taiyoukai.  Many of them found enough to arouse themselves, just standing in the same room with him, attracted by his looks.  They, however, were youkai, not ningen.  To the ningen ear, this sound should not seem more than just a low growl.  So why was she responding as though she heard the deeper, primal meaning behind his Inu's actions? How could she know it was a means to communicate? Did it have something to do with the potion or was there something more here that he didn't know about?

What confused Sesshoumaru the most, was why his Blood Beast would be trying to soothe his brother's bitch, while at the same time, trying to lure her into a heated embrace.  Yes, he, the more rational Sesshoumaru, Lord of the Western Lands, wanted this onna.  He had desired her for a while, for the most part as a means to take something of his brother's away from him.  Was it possible that his Blood Beast truly wanted her for much deeper reasons than he had first surmised?

Pushing these disturbing thoughts to the back of his mind for later consideration, he continued to try to lure Kagome into either letting him approach her, or better yet, for her to approach him.  She had to do this on her own.  His plans would not be nearly as satisfying if he took her by force.  The more suffering that he could cause his brother, the better, and Sesshoumaru was willing to use all of the patience that he had, and the time that he needed to use, to make this plan work.

He just chose to stand where he was, letting the effects of the growl do the job for which it was intended.  Despite her being a ningen, and the sound meant for an inu female, it was having a most satisfactory and surprising effect on her.  If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that she was inu, herself, but he most assuredly knew that this was not the case.

After a few moments, she seemed to become a bit less tense, but still wary and looked like it would not take much to cause her to run like there was no tomorrow.  Slowly, so as not to have a sudden move or sound frightened his little feral wood nymph, he removed his swords, and stooped to place them on the ground beside him.

His reasoning wove around the idea that with the spirit shield he had erected, no one could get through to him and his companion.  After all, for anyone to break his barrier, they had to be either stronger than the Great Taiyoukai himself, something that he knew was totally impossible, or that there had to be an unlikely joint effort of at least four or more beings of great power to pull his barrier down and allow them to enter.  So laying his swords aside was not a problem.  Neither was removing his amour.  This too, he slowly set aside near his swords.  His haori, under haori, and hakama soon followed, leaving nothing more than his loin cloth.

The less of a threat that she sensed from him, the more he had a chance of gaining her trust and getting her to come to him.  While he was anything but defenseless, the illusion of being weaponless, would work on her subconscious mind, helping to ease her fear.  The fact that he wore little more than she did, presented an image of no where to hide a weapon, and only further added to the illusion.

Once he had divested himself of his weapons, amour, and clothes, he slowly sat down.  With one knee raised to rest his hand on, in a casual fashion, and the other flat on the ground, he continued to growl as before.  He remained relaxed, and calm, and like the low growl, he projected all of the sense of calm and safety that he could into his aura, which like before was still facing off with her own, just hovering over the nearby pool.

He watched her face, which he found to be easy to read, much like an open book.  The rush of emotions that ran across it, made it so easy to see what she was feeling.  Even now, he could see, as well as sense, her fear had greatly lessened.  Especially once he had sat down.  Now she was more nervous than anything, but even it was rapidly succumbing to the burning desire that he could smell in her scent, and hear singing in her very blood, as it rushed like wildfire through her body.

Still, she was hesitant, unsure of what his intent was, unsure of what he might do.  Once again, thinking in terms of a frightened animal, he decided to try a slightly different approach.  He kept his senses trained fully upon his prize, standing crouched just a few feet away.  In the mean time, he turned away from her, like she held no interest for him, as he gazed up at the stars that shared their space with their brother moon.

Every breath that he took, filled his senses with her alluring and arousing scent.  His ears picked up on her rapid breathing, the wild beating of her heart, and the smallest motion that she made.  It was sheer torture to sit and feign disinterest, when all he wanted to do was run his fingers over every inch of her lush curves, taste of her blood and essence, and bury himself so deeply into her very being that it would be near impossible to tell where one ended and the other began.

His Blood Beast was mentally growling with impatience, yet surprisingly seemed to understand the need to be cautious.  Despite the Inu's almost desperate hunger for the female, who was so near, yet seemed so far away, the Beast reluctantly waited for his desired treasure to come to him.  It seemed that even he wanted to take her willingly, not by force.  He might have been the more animalistic side of his nature, however, the Great Lord's Blood Beast was still a part of himself, and no less intelligent for the sharing of mind, body, and soul.  But even he had his limits.

After several eternally long moments, he heard her take a step towards him.  Moments later, she took yet another.  With each step her confidence grew, as did the small voice in her head that was pulling her to him, as the only source for feeding the growing hunger that was even now eating away at her ability to reason beyond the moment.  Whatever she wanted, needed, hungered almost desperately for, there was only one possible source for finding out what it was.  There was only one soul who could help her to relieve that need.  He was the ethereal being that sat before her, seemingly like some radiant angel sent just to help her with the painful desire that seared her very soul.

He sat still, though by now the lustful raging of his beast tore at him viciously to do otherwise.  She was still unconsciously fighting the effects of the potion, otherwise she would have been tearing at him, overwhelmed by the desire that he could smell in her scent.  It was obvious, in more ways than one that she was a far stronger ningen than he had been willing to give her credit for.  But then, she almost had to be to put up with his half-breed brother so long, and still remain as loyal to him as she did.  This only fueled his anticipation and lust all the more, though he fought to not let it show.

After what seemed like forever, he sensed her nearness by the heat that was indeed, fairly radiating off of her body.  A moment later, he could feel the brush of the grass near his leg, as she knelt down in the grass directly in front of him.  Her breathing was steady, but fast, and the beat of her heart racing like she had been running for a long distance.  The sound of her blood roaring through her veins, was like music to his ears, and set his own blood to burning more than it already was.  The song of their blood seemed to be in harmony with one another, so much so that even to his own heightened senses, it was one song, not two.

Being careful to not make any sudden moves, he brought his head down to look at his prize, kneeling right where he knew she had stopped.  The look in her face, a mixture of fear, confusion, innocence, and passion, captured the Youkai Lord's attention, as he found himself getting lost in the depths of her cerulean orbs.  She had one hand raised as if to reach out and touch him, but was uncertain of how her actions might be received.  For the third time in less than an hour, the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands found his breath caught in his throat.

The thin film of perspiration on her skin glistening in the moonlight, set her to fairly glowing in the night's light.  Her scent was the most intoxicating thing he had ever smelled, the scent of her desire, fear, innocence, and blood, combining to make a scent like he had never known or experienced before.  Her breasts quivered with each panting breath, and every now and then a shudder seemed to grip her, and she would close her eyes for just a moment, her breath catching in her throat, not unlike his own at this very moment.

Each time this happened, the scent of her need spiked, and raced right for the Youkai Lord's head and parts much lower down.  'Beautiful', was the only word that he could find, and it was completely inadequate to describe what he saw, sensed, and felt.  Nothing could match the beauty of the feral nymph, kneeling before him.  At that moment, her beauty was beyond measure, and she was all his, or soon would be, he vowed to himself.

"Miko, why have you come?" he asked.  He meant for it to be more demanding, but it ended up coming out more as a deep, guiet, husky tone.  Seeing her reaction made him glad that he had not spoken in a more commanding tone.  She fairly shuddered at the sound, and her scent of desire spiked to the point that he thought he could almost taste it on the air.

It took her a moment to find her voice, and focus enough to recognize that he had asked her a question.  This too, pleased him, knowing that the potion was finally gaining control, and her resistance was breaking down.

"I...I..I don't know," she stated is a soft spoken, but frightened voice.  Confusion was painted across her face like the print on an open scroll.  This bothered the Youkai Lord.  The potion should have left her completely certain of why she had come to him, and what it was that she wanted.  Obviously, she still must have some resistance to the magic, or she would not now be confused.  Could it be that she was truly that innocent, not just in body, but in mind as well? Perhaps another drop of the potion was required.

Still, she had come to him, and she was there.  So the potion was having much of the desired effect.  He could always manage to give her another drop, as this night alone would provide him with many opportunities.

"What do you want?" he asked her.  Again she shivered at the sound of his voice.

"I...I...I'm.m.m..not s-s-s-ure," she spoke.  She was not so much hesitating to answer, as she was finding it hard to speak around the feelings that kept trying to claim her senses.  Being near him as she was, only magnified the problem, as her senses responded to the sight of him, the sound of him, the scent of him, the nearness of him, to her.  The rush of heat to her lower regions was almost unbearable, and she could feel the coiling hunger pulling at her so hard that it was painful.

Smoothly and slowly, he reached out and let his finger graze her heated flesh along the outside of her upper thigh.  At his touch, she stiffened and began shaking, in what he thought at first was an act of fear.  He held his hand still, neither moving further forward nor pulling away.

After a moment, he realized that the potion had built up her need to such a fevered pitch, and her hunger for him was so strong that just touching her had sent her over the edge, bringing her to her first release.  The scent of it, grabbed him, pulling him, demanding he take her, just as his own beast was pushing him to do.

::Gggggggrrrrrrrrrrrr!!! Mine! Want...Need...NOW!::

With a force of will that he had never thought possible, he pushed back on his own hunger.  He refused to take this sweet, innocent, alluring creature before him, by force.  He would savor every moment this night, and it would be a night that would leave her not only mated and bonded to him for all of time, but would leave her with a hunger for his touch that would border on being painful when he was not there with her.

Yes, this would be one sweet, and fantastic night, and the pain that it would bring to his brother would be the sweetest revenge he had ever devised for anyone.  Revenge for having taken his sword, revenge for having taken his arm, revenge for the tainted blood that coursed through his hanyou veins, revenge for the times that he had bested him in battle, or eluded his final demise by escaping his older brother's wrath.

Once again in control of himself, and her shuddering having eased, he continued to brush her skin with his eager fingers.  He let his fingers trace soothing patterns along her heated flesh, as he continued his path up her thigh, to her hip.  He paused for the briefest of seconds, letting his claws slip beneath the material of the garment she still wore, and with a move so quick that it would have been missed in less time than it took to blink, the obstructing fabric was cut leaving the desired feel of her heated skin, exposed to his questing fingers.

Trailing his fingers along her skin, to her other hip, another quick flick of his claws took care of the last bit of the final piece of clothing that she wore.  The feel of her heated flesh, now completely unobstructed by unnecessary barriers, sent tingles up his arm and down his body, to pool in the accumulating heat centering in his groin.

"What do you feel, Miko?" he asked of her.

A frown coloured her face, her confusion and fight to understand could be clearly heard in her voice.  "I fe...ee..eel pain," she said in uncertain tones, looking at him with an expression that seemed to ask him if he understood what she meant, "a pain.....like.....I have never felt.....before."

"What does the pain feel like?" was the next question from the Youkai Lord.  He moved his hand from her hip and gently brushed the back of his fingers along her cheek.  She sighed and moaned as another shudder passed through her body at the intimate contact.  She leaned into the touch, seeking more, but he pulled his hand away soliciting a whimper from her at the absence of his touch.

"It....is.....like...." she began.  Was she this totally innocent? Could it possibly be that she was not only a virgin, but had never been touched before, at all? That would explain a lot of her fear, and confusion, especially if she had never truly experienced these feelings before.  "...like a hunger....a....hunger....that I cannot feed..."

He continued his sensual explorations of her skin as he had before, starting on her hip once more, her breathing becoming more and more erratic with each moment.  His fingers trailed along the well toned muscles of her stomach, tracing a path upward between her breasts.  Her breath caught in her throat and a moan escaped her lips as she leaned a bit closer to him, hoping to increase his touch on her sensitive flesh.

"What do you want of me, Miko?" he asked her, watching the expressions of her face, as his actions built her burning passion to a fevered pitch, her groans fuel to his own lustful cravings.  Again, he pulled his hand away from her skin, earning another whimper of loss.

"Onegai! T...t....t..tou...ch me?" she whispered back, the ability to speak getting more and more difficult with each panting breath.

Her hand finally reached out and touched him, she unconsciously placed her hand on his chest for support, as her body responded to his touch.  He returned his hand to its previous spot and continued his path along her heated flesh.  For all of the pleasure that she was getting from his touch on her hot and tingling flesh, he was deriving as much himself.  Every touch, every caress, every stroke of his sensitive and skilled fingers, was an act of memorizing every inch of her supple, silken flesh.

::Feels good...smells good...soon taste...mark...Mine::

'Hai,' came the barely stoic reply, 'Her skin is like the softest of silk, and her scent like the air among newly bloomed red roses still kissed with the rain of a thunderstorm in summer.  Surely she will taste as sweet as she smells.  Soon we will learn her taste for ourselves, and she will be ours, and ours alone.'

The Beast of his Blood took patience in that promise and completely agreed with his more rational side's description of the treasure that he was soon to taste.  So pleased was the Inu that he only further increased his own efforts to lure the beautiful and sensual creature before them, into returning their caresses through the growl that he had almost continuously been making for sometime now.  Instead of focusing more on their efforts to calm her fears, especially now that she was practically in their hold even now, he focused on the effort to encourage her passion.  As her scent further spiked with the small change that he made, the Inu took pride in the response received, and the fact that it pleased his more logical self.

Although it was less apparent on Sesshoumaru's countenance, the sensations rushing up his arm to his head, and down to his groin, was setting his blood boiling and his nerves burning with a fire like none he had ever had with any other female.  His own breath was becoming erratic, just as hers already was.  The heat building within, was a mix of pleasure at the anticipation of what was yet to come, while at the same time, pain because of the delay in getting there.

The combination paired with the assault to his own senses, continually tore at his long built control over himself.  Although his Beast was appeased by both her responsiveness, and the promises to come, it was obvious that it was only a temporary measure.  The barriers that he took pride in having to control his inner Beast, were being ruthlessly torn down, and he knew that he would not be able to keep his Blood Beast in check for much longer.  Whatever it was about her, it drew him like nothing before ever had.  It spoke to his awareness, called to his unconscious, screamed for his Youkai, pulled at his soul, sang to his blood, demanding all that he had, and all that he was.

For a moment the very intensity of his own hunger and desire for the simple ningen onna before him, frightened him.  He had never had anything that he wanted so badly, or more than he wanted her right now.  The very strength of his desire was almost too painful for the Great Lord to bare, but at that thought, he mentally shook himself in brief disgust over his own weakness.  The rumble of his Inu intensified yet again, with her passionate response to his touch, and the pull of his own Beast brought him back to the moment at hand.

For the moment he ignored her silent request to fondle her sensitive and quivering breasts, and continued his path up to her collarbone, and then over to her shoulder.  He lingered for long moments at the pulse at her throat, throbbing with the heat of her desire, listening the sound of her blood sing to his own, pulling his own hunger back to the point of almost unbearable pain.

When the backs of his fingers caressed her cheek, she groaned softly and leaned into his touch.  The passion burning in her eyes, beginning to push back the fear and confusion, although they still lingered in the background, as he knew that they would.  Gently fisting his fingers into her silken tresses, he pulled her toward him, as he rose to his own knees, and captured her sweet and inviting mouth in a kiss of fiery passion that pulled a gasp from her, leaving her mouth open for him to dive his hot tongue into, as he tasted every corner of her own hot, sweet cavern.

::Hai, sweet...good...more!::

'Hai,' was the only reply that truly could be made to that statement, for it was totally true what his Inu had said.  Just as with her scent, her taste was intoxicating, and left him to crave more.  It was a craving that both sides of himself was more than willing to continue to feed as often as opportunity presented, and right now opportunity abounded.

By now, she had brought her hands up to touch him, both now resting on his sides, tracing their own path along his equally heated flesh.  Her butterfly light caresses, pulled a groan from his own lips, increasing the lustful growls that had continued throughout the entire encounter so far.  The growl continued to add fuel to her own burning hunger, and she fairly growled back, as he continued to assault her mouth with his own.  The fire of passion claiming him, almost as strong as her own, left him barely aware of the loosening of his loin cloth, or it falling away, as her hands ran their own random patterns and trails of fire along his body.

Though reluctant to break contact with the luscious, sweet taste of her mouth, when he sensed her need to breath, he pulled away from her mouth, but continued kissing a burning path along her jaw to her throat.  His hand still fisted in her hair, pulled her head to the side, to give him better access to her throat, and the sound of her boiling blood racing along the pulse point at the junction of her shoulder and neck.  It was beautiful music to his highly sensitive hearing, his soul, and his passion.  He lingered there for long moments, nipping and running his tongue over the sensitive spot.  He was rewarded with another spike in her lustful scent, and a groan of passion from her sweet lips.

He let his hand leave her hair, and once again trailed a path of sensual pleasure back down her body, this time with a particular set of goals in mind.  She fairly clung to him now, her moans having become lustful growls of pleasure, demanding that he continue to feed the growing hunger that she felt.

His hand came to rest on one of her breasts, at first gently massaging the soft, hot, and inviting mound of flesh.  She leaned hard into his touch, and he took this as a sign to not only continue, but to massage the aching flesh a bit more firmly.  To his delight, a sigh of satisfaction came from her.  Letting a smirk grace his ethereal features, he moved until he could capture her unattended breast in his hot and hungry mouth.

His pulled her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard at the sensitive, swelling flesh.  His fangs grazed her skin, little beads of her blood oozing from the marks, and coating his tongue in what tasted to him like the sweetest wine of the kami.  His hand still worked the other breast, now rolling the areola between his fingers and pinching the nipple in his claws.  While he was not causing harm, he was not being gentle, and her desire seemed to increase rapidly at the rough handling.

Giving the small scratches, now covering her suckled breast, a final caress of his tongue, he moved to the one that he had been fondling, and let his hand continue to trail back down her shivering and writhing body.  Just like the first, he suckled it hard, and being more confident of what she seemed to derive the most pleasure from, he let his fangs graze her skin again, lapping up the blood, his saliva working to heal the small wounds left behind.

Her hands had moved to wrap around his head and through his hair, while he was sucking hard on her burning flesh.  She had leaned her head down to rest her chin on his head.  Her hands pulled him closer to her, as she arched towards him, pushing more of her breast into his mouth and hand, trying to increase the contact.  She was panting so hard, it was difficult to breath, but the more he touched her, the more she craved his touch.

On some almost distant level of consciousness, if it could be called that, she was scared.  Why was she feeling this way? What was happening to her? What had caused these sensations to course through her body to begin with? Why did it feel like this was the way it was supposed to be, and that this was truly what she wanted, right down to her very soul?

Remarkably, thoughts of Inuyasha never even surfaced, not even as distant, faded images.  The slight sensation of fear that she felt, had nothing to do with guilt, but rather more because this was something she had never felt before, and the unknown was something that often held something to be feared.  Still the intensity of her hunger and the feelings that were overwhelming her, continued to build to unbearable proportions, pushing all other considerations gradually to the background and eventually completely away.

His touch eased the pain, but remarkably it only increased her hunger.  She could not get enough of his touch, and growled both in frustration at the slowness of his actions, and yet delight at the touch he was granting her.  A growl of satisfaction greeted her, as she let her head slide across his, until she was able to trace the tip of one pointed ear with the hot touch of her tongue.

As she started to nibble on the tip of his ear, his growl of passion increased in tone yet again.  A shudder ran through his body, threatening to release the last remained thread of control he had on his Blood Beast, still raging to ravage the girl until she was screaming for more.  Despite his own internal battle, he continued to suck hard on her breast, as his hand continued downward until he had reached her thigh again.

This time, however, he was not running his fingers over the outside of her thigh, but slid his hand down to caress her inner thigh, letting his claws lightly trail over the hyper-sensitive wet flesh.  The traces of her prior release, along with the continued weeping of her hidden treasures, soon left his fingers coated with her essence.  Nudging her legs apart with a well placed knee, he slid his fingers into the hot, dripping folds of her heated nether regions, firmly rubbing circles around and over her sensitive jewel.

::Gggggrrrrrrrrrrr! Hai! More! Touch more! Feel much more! Want more! Taste sweet! Mine!::

'Hai!' came the reply to the Beast within, as the mental struggle continued.  'More very soon.  Soon she will be screaming for us to do so much more.  Soon, you will have your time.'

The growl that was emanating from her, sent a steady wave of sensual vibrations through his body, further tearing at his, by now almost non-existent control over his inner Beast.  The intensity of the feelings she was evoking in him, were far more than he had ever hoped for, or imagined possible.  No demoness that he had ever known, had ever instilled this level of passion, and desire in him.  That he was even feeling this much, and for a simple ningen at that left him filled with a sense of awe and surprise.

It was more than apparent that his Beast was just as strongly affected, if not more so.  It clawed, howled, and screamed to be let out.  The pain filled hunger of his darker side demanded to be set free and allowed to take the woman-child in its own way, but the Great Lord, despite the strain, refused to lose himself, at least not just yet.

'Soon! Very soon!' was the mentally whispered promise.  'She will be ours completely, very soon.  Even now she gives of herself to us, soon she will be begging us to take her.  Patience, and you will have your fill of her this night, just as I will.'

::Mine! Mine to claim! Mine to keep!  Mine to have! MIne..MINe..MINE!::

'Hai, soon!' With that solemn promise the Beast seethed with impatience, but eased off on the pressure that he forced upon his more sane and less restricted host.

The Great Taiyoukai's fingers soon found their ultimate goal, and he quickly slid a finger in deep and hard.  The intensity that the potion had driven her to, had her almost immediately shuddering in release again, her muscles clenching tightly over his hand, as she let out a loudly growled groan.  At the very strength of her increased scent and the feel of her rippling, hot, tight passage, clenching around his finger, a groan of equal passion escaped his own lips.  He never gave her time to even come down from this one, as he soon added a second finger and increased the pace and strength of his thrusts into her, and soon three fingers were almost pounding into her hot, writhing passage.

Her scent, by now, was so intense that his Beast surged forth once again, despite his best efforts to remain in total control.  The two auras that had been dancing around each other, over the pool were now a swirling mass of energy, as they danced and intertwined with each other, not unlike the pair on the ground.

He set a hard and fast pace, and was impressed that she not only kept up with it, but demanded more.  Kami, but she was hot, and her passion almost rivaled his own.  Again, he could feel her muscles clenching around his hand once more, as her third orgasm tore through her body.  She threw back her head and screamed her pleasure to the skies.

He gave her time to come down from the intensity of her most recent release, as he sat back lustfully licking his fingers clean of her body's liqueur, savoring the taste like a drug.  Her taste was just as intense as her scent, and every drop as sweet as honey.  His eyes were already bleeding red, but by now he was beyond the ability to care or control the changes he was feeling.  All he knew was that he had to have more of everything about her, and to claim her as his.  This night would be a night to remember, of passion, pleasure, pain, and lust.

Shifting his tail, he wrapped it behind her, and eased her to the ground.  His knees kept her open to his hunger, and once he had her as he wanted, he shifted and plunged his tongue into her hot core, sucking and nipping at her hyper-sensitive pearl, setting her to writhing from his attentions again.

"Hai...aaahhhhhh....Onegai....." she growled with as much lust as his own.  "More...Onegai..."

::She begs! Mine! Give me what is MINE!::

'Hai! Just a bit longer!' his rational self enthused, 'Just a bit more and you will have your every desire with her!'

To anyone who might have been foolish enough to be nearby, they would have sworn that two vicious demons were either in heat, or in a heated battle.  The growls that filled the area were enough to scare anyone away.  But to the two figures, taking pleasure in their shared passion, those same growls of lustful hunger only added fuel to the fire burning in their blood.

Faster and deeper he thrust his tongue hungrily into her hot, tight sheath.  She arched up into his mouth, her hands still fisted in his hair, and pulling him closer to increase his efforts to devour her.  She had never felt so hot, panting for the very air around her.  She had never known such hunger, a hunger that only he seemed to understand and know how to satisfy.  She had never had such a need, or felt such desire as she did this night, and all of it demanded that she give in to him, as the only one who could ease her pain was Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru's eyes were almost totally blood red by now, and still he hungrily devoured his prize.  She opened herself for him, welcomed his attentions, demanded more of him, and he was only too eager to give her what she asked of him.  He wanted this, with his very soul, he needed this, and even his Beast demanded his share of this heat filled ecstasy.

Her writhing body began to tense up, the muscles of her passage rippling as she was reaching still another orgasm.  She should have been exhausted, she should have been passing out with the strength of the release as it tore through every part of her body.  Instead, she found that her hunger continued to grow with each touch, each stroke, each whiff of his scent, each beat of his pounding heart, even the sound of his blood rushing through his veins.

Had she been even remotely rational at that moment, she might have stopped and wondered how she could be sensing things that she had never sensed before.  How was it that she could hear his blood pounding with the heated hunger that was racing through his own body? How could she not only smell his scent, but read the subtle changes that told her what he was feeling, and that by being able to do so, her own hunger was being fueled by his?

Driving his tongue deep and hard once more, he grazed her pearl with one of his fangs.  It threw her once more over the edge, and left him to lap up the sweet nectar pouring into his eager, hot, and hungry mouth.  Cleaning up the last drop, not wanting to leave any of it to waste, he smiled hungrily at her, as he began to crawl like a predator on the prowl, up her body, laying a trail of heated kisses back up her hot, shuddering, and panting skin.

"You are mine, bitch," he growled, the lustful sound returned with one of her own, as she gazed unflinchingly into his now blood red eyes that almost glowed like a pair of fiery rubies in the night.

Sesshoumaru was too far gone to notice that her own eyes were just as red, or that her growl was just a full of lust and desire as his own.  His body burned, his blood boiled, his mind screamed with the power of the Beast within, as she opened again to his attentions, and offered herself to his desires.

He growled his approval as she bared her neck for him.  Her readiness to submit and be claimed pushing his already heightened passion higher than he had thought possible.

The heat of his hunger, and lustful desire, fueled her own higher and higher.  How she hungered for him, for his touch, for his caresses, for his kisses, for his blood.  Just as with Sesshoumaru, her body burned, blood boiled, and in her own mind was a primal scream of hunger that drove her to want to let him take her.  At that moment, she was willing to do anything he asked of her, as long as he continued to feed her hunger, and eased the pain of her desire.

Her breasts shook with the strength of her panting, as she unconsciously fought for more air.  He was not much better, but he paid little heed to the demands of his lungs, as he once again captured one of her lush mounds in his hot, devouring mouth.  His fangs had lengthened as he finally gave in to the demands of his Beast and let his Youkai take control, and as they grazed her heated flesh, she growled her own lustful groan and arched upward, urging him to take more of her into his mouth.

The taste of her blood, once more filled his mouth.  There was no doubt about it, her blood was a drug that drove him to crave more and more of her, and her treasures.  He eagerly lapped up the dark, hot, red liquid growling hungrily for more, and she freely offered it.

The intensity of his desire brought his attention to the pain of his own arousal.  He was so hard, so hot that he could hardly stand it anymore, but she tasted so good, it was hard to stop savoring the hot, eager, and sweet writhing morsel lying beneath him, begging him to lay claim to her in every way.  Still, he trailed a hot path of fire from her breast to her throat, and finally to her panting mouth.

Positioning himself at her entrance, he claimed her mouth in a heated kiss, and drove with all the force he had into her hot, writhing depths.  She stiffened at the invasion, but her mind blinded by the heat of her body, hardly noticed the pain, and it was doubtful that at that moment she even care.

She felt him pull back, and fearing that he was going to stop, she grabbed his hips, and thrust back up into him, driving him once more into her hot depths.  The no longer so stoic Lord, failed to notice the scent of his own blood, as claws that didn't exist a moment ago, pierced his own heated flesh.  Small trickles of blood trailed down his hips, from where her claws had pierced his flesh.

Neither noticed that they were no longer even speaking in the common tongue, but in a language that was far older.  An ancient tongue that marked the heritage of the inu youkai, one that spoke on a more primitive level, but with far more passion and feeling than the common tongue allowed.

The growl of satisfaction at the feel of him buried deep within her writhing core, reached the Beast covering her body with his own.

::Ahhh!...Onegai...Deeper...more....::

::Hai...Mine...My bitch...so hot, so tight...feel so good...GGGGGgggggrrrrrrrrrr::

He was more than eager to comply with her request, and readily drove deeper into her with each thrust.  As she wrapped her legs around his waist to pull him deeper, he thrust harder and faster, the hot writhing feel of her passage sheathing his equally hot, and throbbing arousal, driving him to heights he had never imagined.  The more he gave, the more she wanted, the more she wanted, the more he wanted to give.

Deeper, faster and harder he thrust into her, almost pounding her into the ground.  Still she met him, stroke for stroke, and begged for more.  Lust filled blood red eyes, met lust filled blood red eyes, and growls of hunger and passion filled the air.

The auras over the pool, through all of this were dancing in their own heated embrace.  It was hard to tell, who fueled whose passion more.  The auras above for the couple below, or the couple below for the auras above.  All that was really certain was that there was a joining of two souls, and it would be death to any who tried to get in the way.

He growled his passion into her ear, as her muscles gripped him like a vice and another body wrenching orgasm ripped through her body, her growled scream filling the air.  Before she could stop convulsing, he pulled out of her, and gave her no time to notice the loss as he flipped her over onto her stomach and pulled her up to her knees.

He drove back into her, at this point uncaring of whether or not her body could take the rough treatment or not.  It didn't matter to either of them at that moment.  Her still convulsing passage pulled him deeper, and as her arms gave out, and she rested her head on the ground, she growled her own pleasure at his actions.

::Onegai....deeper...more....Faster....Onegai....::::GGGgggrrrrrrr::

*pant, pant*

::Hai, my hot little bitch...Mine...You are worthy of my claim...you will scream for me, bitch.:: ::GGGGGgggggrrrrrrrrrr::

::Hai...Onegai...take me...your bitch...claim me...make me scream...::::GGGGGgggggrrrrrrrrrr::

Little trails of blood covered both of their bodies, from clawed hands seeking to pull those same bodies closer and closer.  The scent of the coppery red liquid mixed with their own desire was more intoxicating than any drug could ever be.  Right or wrong didn't matter any more.  Only the fulfillment of their joining, and the satisfaction of their hunger.

This was finally what she had hungered for.  His touch, his caresses, his being buried deep within her hot, moist, tight, writhing depths, filling her as no one could, and in ways that in a more rational state of mind, she had only imagined possible.  This was what she wanted, this was what she needed, this is what she would have, this was mean to be.

He reached around her bringing his arm across her chest, and grabbed a handful of blood and sweat covered breast, massaging the supple mound in his clawed hand, again rolling the areola between his fingers, and the hardened nipple in his claws.  The sounds she made were music to the Youkai, pushing his need higher as he buried himself deeper and deeper into her, the singing of her blood reaching for his soul.  He pulled her up, leaning her back against his chest, driving harder up into her, as he pulled her down with each of his own thrusts upward.

::Hai....again...onegai...deeper...Ahhhh!.::

::Mine...My bitch...no one will touch what is mine....my beautiful bitch...so hot...I smell your hunger...your blood sings...you are mine...my hot, sweet bitch...::

::Hai...yours...only you...take me...make me your bitch...onegai...::

He lay a trail of hot kisses along her spine, his tongue hungrily lapping up the trails of blood that had earlier been released from her body by his own claws, and fangs.  His path ended at the joining of her neck and shoulder, the throbbing of her pulse pulling at his senses, as the singing of her heated blood increased its pull on his soul.  His fangs grazed the flesh lightly, not yet ready to pierce the spot that he was soon to mark,

making his claim on her very soul, for all of the world to see.

As she felt his fangs brush the pulse at her throat, she groaned at the new rush of fire that surged through her body.  Her skin was so sensitive and heated that she felt like it was almost humming with the strength of the hunger she felt, and that he pushed to the heavens with every touch of his body.  Faster and deeper he pounded into her, fairly slamming her down onto his rock hard erection, with each thrust up into her.

Her muscles again signaled her impending release, the potion more than doing what it was meant to do.  He let her down to her hands and knees once again, and leaned over her, surrounding her with his body, never once breaking the rhythm and pace he had set.  Sweat soaked and blood splattered silken tresses of silver and black mixed in the light breeze that haunted the night.  Two sweat and blood splattered bodies, almost glowed in the moonlight that filled the small clearing, as their dance neared its peak.  Two auras danced

faster and faster above the ethereal depths of the glittering pool, as they too joined in a dance that was older than recorded time.

With an inhuman roar that made the Youkai proud of his choice, Kagome threw her head back and screamed her release to the heavens above.  Her body would have been thrashing with the intensity of the convulsions rocketing through her small frame, had it not been for the support of the Beast still pounding into her depths.

His own impending release was making itself known, and his fangs lengthened still more.  He reared his own head back, eyes blazing with the fire of his lust, roaring his own release and victory, as he conquered the writhing form beneath him by sinking his fangs into the welcoming flesh of her throat, letting the hot, sweet taste of her blood quench the fiery thirst she had built within him.  His own body still convulsing with the strength of his own release, his fangs still buried in her flesh, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him, so he would not crush her with his weight.

His arm snaked around her body, pulling her back against his vibrating chest, as a rumble of satisfaction emanated from the still red eyed Youkai.  Her chest was still heaving as she reclaimed her breath, his hand cupping around one of her breasts.  A growl of her own gave over to a rumble of satisfaction that vibrated through her chest in answer to his.  He wrapped his leg around hers, locking them together in a lovers' embrace.

She was already unconscious, having lost her fight to stay aware with her last orgasm.  He would let her rest, for now.  The night was still young, and he would take advantage of every moment that the darkness offered.  Yes, he would let her rest a little, and then he would claim her again.

The Youkai remained alert enough to cast about the entire area with his senses.  He made sure that his protective shield was still in place, and that no immediate danger was near.  Satisfied that everything was sound, and his mate safe, he let sleep claim his own grip on reality, still securely and deeply buried in his mate's hot sheath.

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Dictionary

 

Baka - Idiot

Chikushou - Damn

Fujo - Witch

Hanyou - Half Demon

Houshi - Monk

Inu - Dog

Kitsune - Fox Demon

Miko - Shrine Maiden

Neko - Cat

Okaa-san - Mother

Onee - Older Sister

Onna - Woman

Sama - Lady or Lord - respectively

Shikon no Kakera - Shikon Shards

Shikon no Tama - Jewel of Four Souls

Shishi - Lion

Taijiya - Demon Exterminator

Taiyoukai - Demon Lord

Tenshi - Angel

Tenseiga - Sacred Life Fang

Tetsusaiga - Iron Pulverizing Fang

Youkai - Demon