InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ She Spreads Her Legs for Me ( Chapter 30 )

The Tale of Sesshoumaru

By Sky Clad Strega

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“Take me home to Hizumeha,” she managed to spit out on the second day. She was racked with fever and Sesshoumaru had covered her up in his furry mantle to keep the chills down.

 

He laid next to her in an abandoned sea shack, touching her forehead gently to monitor her. “You're not ready to travel yet.”

 

“Promise me.”

 

There was that whole making promises thing again, which he did not like, but would do this time just to keep her with him. Taking the ends of his fluff, he knotted them and turned it into a make-shift sling so that he could carry her. Having only one arm made portage difficult, but this way he was guaranteed not to drop her. He held her body against his and put the sling around them, setting her ass into it like a child's and pushed her around to his back. Her head slumped limply against his shoulder as she tucked her arms against her chest. Her feet dangled without care or concern.

 

Sesshoumaru had two choices. He could travel fast and get her there in a hurry, or take it slower and make her more comfortable. Deciding that she was fading in and out too often for his own sense of peace, he chose the fastest route possible, leaning forward with his weight into a supernatural gait. His calf still hurt from their battle, but he guessed it hurt nothing like the deep gash across her front that threatened to come undone and start bleeding again.

 

His crotch burned a little, but it was manageable. If it hadn't been so, they definitely would have been taking the much slower route.

 

Hizumeha greeted them in the open courtyard dressed in dark indigo blue haori and hakama, his feet bare and hair finely set into a large top knot. Without a single word he lead them into an eight tatami mat sized room with a single futon on the floor. The walls were a thick rice paper screening. From here the men could hear everything around them, but could not be themselves observed.

 

The inu laid her gently down on the mat, lining her feet up together and her arms at her side. Blood stains leaked though the rough looking clothes she wore. The sea water had done them no good. Hizumeha gave him a very disappointed look, one as if it was all his fault, of which it was but he really didn't know that that.

 

Sesshoumaru did not like the silent accusation and pulled a mask of noble aloofness over his face. He would not let this servant of Akanesuji's accuse him of anything.

 

The horse dismissed his wife Kuza who sat worriedly near one wall. The woman scuttled out and dragged all of her servants with her, barking a harsh command for all to leave the entire floor. Sesshoumaru was glad for her propriety.

 

With tender hands, Hizumeha undressed her while Sesshoumaru looked on in feigned disinterest. It disgusted him that this servant would be so familiar with his wife's body, but on the other hand he seemed to know what to do to heal her. He inspected her neck and torso, taking in every little knick and scrape, finally leaning forward to listen to her chest.

 

He didn't like what he heard. Her sinuses had run into her chest and she was quickly filling her lungs with fluid. Pulling himself up to lean over her, he put his hands over her ribs and leaned his weight in sharply, causing her to cough and hack violently.

 

Sesshoumaru grabbed him by the shoulder, but Hizumeha only lifted a dismissive hand up to him, signaling him to watch her as she coughed up a toxic combination of poison and mucus.

 

“You have done this before with her,” Sesshoumaru stated, noting how he turned her on her side to keep her from choking.

 

“Hai,” the horse demon confessed. “We go through this every decade or so. When she is unconscious, she cannot control her fluids and she will give herself pneumonia.” When she settled down and was breathing more free, he did the maneuver again, causing her to violently thrash. “The pneumonia is worse than all her cuts combined.”

 

“Kuza!” he yelled. “Water, and a sponge!”

 

In moments the woman came with a bucket of hot water and a large natural sponge. She also brought fresh linens, knowing that Hizumeha would bath her himself. She could offer, but he would refuse her. Kuza simply accepted that she was his first wife, but Akanesuji was his noble lady and master. He would not delegate his job to someone else. With a bowed head and lowered eyes, she again shuffled out.

 

Hizumeha threw all of the soiled things off of her at Sesshoumaru, who simply let them crumble in his lap. He felt the inu was not being useful, but really there wasn't much for him to do. He was the healer, not the large carnivore of destruction. Letting his eyes close and his shoulders relax, he grew in size, his black silky hair growing to cover his entire body. His legs grew longer, his face disfiguring into that of a great black stallion's. Hizumeha towered over the other two occupants of the room.

 

With his soft muzzle he sniffed her hair, his hot damp breath making strands fly. Warm tender lips went down her cheeks to her neck, where with a fat tongue he licked her and ate the poisons into himself. When he reached her shoulder and started down towards her breast, he noticed Sesshoumaru had turned into a porcelain statue, unblinking and unmoving. He thought the inu was taking it all rather well.

 

The inu on the other hand was fuming heartily that Hizumeha was so intimately licking his wife. If it wasn't for the redness and swelling noticeably retreating, he would have stopped the show early on. When the horse's lips reached over her belly and nearer his wife's private regions, Sesshoumaru could only let his eyes glaze over and try to think of the welfare of their baby. It sickened him to see his property tended in such a way.

 

When Hizumeha returned to his human form, Sesshoumaru could not help but notice the intense beads of sweat over the man's brows. Hizumeha dragged his sleeve over his tongue and then washed his mouth out on the sponge. The infection he cleaned from her tasted vile and he really wanted to vomit. Healing was a lot more work for him than killing.

 

He stood and pointed to the bucket. “I suggest you wash her while I go get something to drink,” Hizumeha ordered. “Her fever should break soon now that the healing process has restarted.” He rubbed his chin a little and flexed his knees. “Do not mention this to Kuza. Only mares usually do this sort of work.”

 

Sesshoumaru nodded in agreement and pretended in his mind that the inferior horse had not just given him commands but suggestions. In the greater scheme of things it didn't matter, he still would have attended his love, but something about the horse demon irked him. It was his familiarity with her, his close relationship to her, his adoration.

 

Somewhere in all of this, she cultivated it and allowed it to continue.

 

When Hizumeha returned, it was with his wife in tow. “Come Sesshoumaru-sama. It is your turn.”

 

The inuyoukai lifted a single eyebrow. He did not wish to have a horse lick him, but if it was from Kuza in her human form, it could be tolerable. The two horses lead Sesshoumaru to a small bathing house outside the main building and a third horse demon joined them. A female, wearing a simple floral print hakata, much like Kuza's, the bottoms tucked in to the belts so that their pretty legs showed. What horse youkai lacked in pretty faces, they sure made up for in their legs.

 

The men were stripped and bathed by the women, who scrubbed their skin with rough sponges and shampooed their hair. With great care they took bamboo sticks and manicured their nails, cleaning the dirt from Sesshoumaru's nails and pushing back his cuticles until his claws looked more beautiful than ever. When the men were rinsed, they were wrapped in large white sheets and transferred to a room with waist high tables where water was poured over hot lava rocks. Using lightly perfumed oils, the two women set to massaging their charges.

 

Sesshoumaru could get used to a system like this in his own domain. It was when the women carefully climbed up the tables and started walking on their backs, massaging the large muscle clusters and popping their spines with their feet did Sesshoumaru decide it was a done deal. He would get one of these mare women at home.

 

Hizumeha stood up from his table without his sheet. With arms open and waiting, the women dressed him as Sesshoumaru watched. He had not realized how handsome the horse demon really was. His legs and arms were very lean, the muscles lined in thick cords. There was no fat on him. He had no body hair at all, anywhere, and he was hung like a horse. Before Akanesuji had returned to his life, he would have seduced the gorgeous horse for himself, but alas, times had changed.

 

The women carefully and respectfully tied all of Hizumeha's clothes, setting each fold of his fresh haori perfectly before tying the hakama belting around him. He did not wear a fundoshi at all, and Sesshoumaru wondered silently if being unsupported like that didn't hurt.

 

The women set his hair after he sat on a wooden stool. They combed it first, getting out any knots and then set the samurai knot, sewing it to his scalp with deep blue silk cord so that it crested above him. When their administrations to Hizumeha were finished, the expectantly looked to Sesshoumaru. He was supposed to get up and allow them to dress him as well.

 

Sesshoumaru was simply not used to this. Jaken always did such things, not two unfamiliar women. Thinking about it for a moment, he wondered where the little bastard was. Since he was staying here with Rin, he was probably enjoying this kind of treatment himself. The little toad would get punished for it if he did. He needed to remember his place.

 

Sesshoumaru stood, sporting a soft erection that the women carefully ignored. A third woman appeared with the clap of Kuza's hands carrying clean clothes for the inu to wear. The two women gently tied his fundoshi first, giving him quite a little thrill, then his various under layers and outer ones too. Oh yes, Sesshoumaru would have to get himself a mare at home. Jaken would definitely be replace for this kind of duty.

 

Sesshoumaru's hair was lovingly combed and toweled dry, the top portion pulled back and braided down his back. His bangs were combed and trimmed on the ends by Kuza herself, who made sure they hit just below his eyebrows, no shorter. No longer.

 

Hizumeha led Sesshoumaru to a large open porch on the second floor where they could overlook the entire compound. Akanesuji lay behind them within in ear shot now, and when ever a small cough took her, both men cocked their ears towards her. They both sat facing the sky, not looking each other in the eye. “I thank you for your hospitality,” the inu said to the horse, for indeed he was impressed with how they had treated him.

 

“It is not mine to give. You should thank Akanesuji when she wakes. All that you see is here is hers.”

 

So in reality, Sesshoumaru thought, all I see here is mine. “I should like a dressing woman to take to my lands. I ask that you arrange that for me.”

 

“Not possible my lord Sesshoumaru. These women are my wives.”

 

“Wives. Plural.” Sesshoumaru found something that peaked his curiosity.

 

“Yes. A stallion's duty is to have a herd.”

 

“Yes, well. A dog fucks everything he sees, including a man's pant leg.” Sesshoumaru cracked a wicked half grin, thinking himself a bigger player than his porch companion.

 

“I am sure Akanesuji would have something to say about that. A bitch's prerogative is to stay alpha female.”

 

The white haired man nodded in quiet agreement. Indeed, Akanesuji would not find a man's pant leg amusing and he had to concede to the truth of it. How quickly he went from the dog who humped as he pleased to the dutiful alpha male. Amazing what mating with a bitch could do to a man.

 

Hizumeha noted the change in his tone, and had to poke the spot a little more. “I believe, my lord Sesshoumaru, that Akanesuji would allow you a male masseuse.”

 

Akanesuji would or would not “allow” him anything. He would do as he pleased. He was the alpha male..was he not? “I will allow her to think that she has allowed me a male masseuse.” Hizumeha nodded, though he really didn't believe that for a second. “How long before she wakes?” Sesshoumaru asked, skillfully changing the subject to something much more important and less emotionally touchy.

 

“I am not sure. She really should be conscious now. I think she is threatening to hibernate. If she chooses to do so, it could be years.”

 

That was something almost all demons did sooner or later. Some chose to inhabit an inanimate object, some haunted places. Others just buried themselves deep into the wild and slept for centuries, staving off boredom until more interesting times. A crafty demon could spend centuries at a time asleep, keeping themselves out of danger and prolonging their already long life into millennia. The biggest drawback of course was that when you slept like that, you missed out on a lot of history and had to play catch up. Then again, some demons just didn't care about politics and the movements of man. They would wake up, terrorize some folks and then go back to sleep.

 

Sesshoumaru did not want her to take the deep sleep out of selfish reasons of course. If she slept, he would be bored waiting for her to wake up and have the baby. Then again, he would miss out on all that stupid whining behavior she had told Rin about. He could continue to roam around, having his adventures, and she would be safely tucked away where he wouldn't have to worry about her killing herself on some demon hunt. How droll.

 

“I want her awake. She will not sleep and make me take care of her lifeless body,” he commanded.

 

“No need Sesshoumaru. We have already sworn oaths to each other. I am her body guard, as she is mine.”

 

Sesshoumaru turned to face him, sporting a most disgusted look. This lowly piss ant of a horse demon was his love's most trusted partner in everything except for being a wife. They killed demons together, shared a blossoming estate together, and now they guarded each other's very lives. Why in the hell did she favor him over this Sesshoumaru, daiyoukai and lord of the Western lands?

 

Hizumeha was rather amused with himself. Sesshoumaru was clearly jealous of his position with her, the irony being of course that he would give anything to be Akanesuji's lover and husband and not trusted servant. Trading places with Sesshoumaru was his dearest dream.

 

In a small show of pity, Hizumeha said, “these oaths were sworn long ago, my friend. Back when she was exiled and we only had each other to cling to. I thought you would be pleased. Now you may do as you like.”

 

“What I like is my Akanesuji writhing in ecstasy underneath me,” he said as coolly as if the north wind originated in his breath. “Never forget that she spreads her legs for me and not you.” Sesshoumaru stood and returned to his beloveds side to stand watch over her as was his responsibility and his desire. He would find a way to wake her ass up and make her attend him.

 

Hizumeha cracked a huge toothy smile as he looked out into the roof tops alone. Akanesuji would make that dog a loving and dutiful husband yet. She really was the alpha bitch he always admired and adored. By the kami she was capable of great things. In this small moment, he was really happy for her.