InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Tale of Sesshoumaru ❯ LEMON: The Taking of Akanesuji ( Chapter 75 )

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She stood in the courtyard alone in her black tight suit, sweat poured down her forehead, dripping down onto her neck and chest. The wakizashis in her hands felt good. It had been so long since she had used them.

 

Sango had gone inside long ago, the cold becoming too much for her. The deep blanket of night had dropped the temperature down and the frail human girl had to go.

 

Kuza, who had never picked up a sword in her life, stood not far from her. Her mouth open and panting, her hands over her knees as she bent over to catch her breath. “Are we finally done?” she pushed out between deep breaths.

 

“No,” the inuyoukai said, throwing her weapons into the dirt and making them stand. “How can you be anywhere near the dojo and not learn a thing?”

 

“The school is Hezumeha's thing. Not mine.”

 

“What is your thing?” Akanesuji asked her, sloshing through the mud closer to the mare.

 

Kuza lifted her head and cracked a grin. “You don't really want to know... Mistress.”

 

“I'm game,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest and thinking Kuza was a total fucking wimp.

 

“Wait here.” Kuza straightened up and wiped her hair back from her face, pushing strands behind her ears and straightening the borrowed shinobi suit that was too big for her. She went to her room and retrieved her favorite tool, then returned to stand before the champion of the buffer lands. Akanesuji's eyes squinted when she saw the long length of whip in her partner's hand. That was not a traditional weapon, but a tool for training horses. It could not kill or maim. When Kuza bent her knees and waived her in for the fight, Akansuji thought the horse mad.

 

“What fool game is this?”

 

“Mine.”

 

Akanesuji shrugged her shoulders and laughed. “Alrighty then. Let's go.” She didn't even pick up her weapons, but got into stance. What was the point of using a weapon against a braided length of leather? All she would do would be to cut it.

 

The inu was in for a pleasant shock when the whip suddenly cracked and cut her forehead, a line of blood appearing over her left eye. It was fast. Unpredictable. Her eye sight was good, but not good enough to see the little end as it played near her face. Inu's weren't known for their eye sight but their sense of smell. In fact, things went black and white when she was in her dog form. Wiping the line, she smiled and licked the red wetness on her fingertips. This was going to be just like training for Sesshoumaru's whip. Good.

 

Kuza shuttered. What was it with carnivores and their fascinations with blood? The inu was gross.

 

The white haired woman lunged in, claws first, going for the horse's throat and Kuza cut her across her right palm, making a deep line in the sensitive meat before the dog's body crashed into hers. A fighter she was not, but a deliver of pain, and once on the ground she didn't know what to do as Akanesuji's other hand wrapped around her neck and pinned her down. Looking from Akanesuji's bleeding hand up to her smiling face, she knew she was stuck unless she did something. There were only a few things she could reach easily.

 

And those things would hurt if twisted....Kuza dropped her whip and grabbed her mistress' breasts, twisting them hard and making her scream “Not fair!” Immediately the dog let go with her left and pushed at the hands that were assaulting her.

 

The horse took her right hand and pinched at her clit as her left hand still tortured the breast in her hand. Again Akanesuji screamed, unaccustomed to a combatant who would do such things. Those moves were not part of her kinochi training. Pressure points, soft tissue, regular nerve clusters...but breasts and pussies had be right out. Men's balls on the other hand....

 

She was mad that she couldn't do anything with her dominant right hand, the pain of the deep gash keeping her from making a good fist. All she had was her left and her demonic abilities, but they both had agreed not to use them. Quickly she started to pull herself off the horse. Retreat was the only option against the assaults against her private areas, her left hand still swatting at Kuza's grasp on her now leaking breast.

 

Akanesuji was not prepared for the hard horse kick that caught her pubic bone as she tried to escape, the force pushing her back and away, falling into the mud. The nerve cluster usually reserved for pleasure now was killing her, smashed between Kuza's foot and the deep bone within her. Soon the horse stood above her, the whip retrieved. She delivered slices onto the back of the dog's other hand, cutting the tendons. Akanesuji was now without use of her hands, laying submissively in the muck, defenseless.

 

“Yield,” she said, looking at both her hands before her face. Kuza had gotten her good and she had been fool enough to let it happen. She could admit defeat, the first of the evening.

 

Kuza dropped to her knees next to her and started licking the cut over the back of her hand, healing it with her saliva. When she took her mistress' palm next, they locked eyes in a very intimate manner, Akanesuji blushing and then turning away.

 

The uma didn't like the taste of blood. She only licked her to heal her quickly, but Akanesuji had assumed something else. In the horse she thought she saw a kindred spirit, another who found pleasure in the consuming of flesh, the sensual laying of one's mouth over the skin of another and taking that hot liquid into themselves.

 

The uma thought she saw something too, a tale tell blush of someone turned on. Her mistress wanted to be licked, craved to be licked, but was ashamed to confess it. She had turned her head away but she had not pulled away her hand. She licked her palm one more time, a slow sensual drag that carried up the inch of her wrist that showed.

 

Akanesuji drew in her breath quickly, taking in the smell of Kuza's fresh scent. Grass and flowers and sunshine, warm sweaty horse and a deep tangy arousal. “Um..I need to go change,” she said, looking down on her breasts leaking milk all over her clothes. Pulling her hand away, she would not look Kuza in the face. “I'm sorry.”

 

“What for?” Kuza asked, her hand cupping the youkai's breast. “I have touched these places on you before.”

 

Understanding dawned on Akanesuji now. It wasn't the blood or the healing. Kuza wanted to lick something else. “I've got to go...I'm married.”

 

“To a man you do not love anymore,” she whispered as she ran her thumb over the nipple. “Who satisfies you in bed now?”

 

“It's too soon....” she said, trying to crawl backwards and away. The horse only climbed over her more shaking her head no.

 

“He will come for you soon,” Kuza whispered. “It's his right. He will smell you like I can...your body knows it's ready.”

 

“I don't want him.”

 

“Who do you want?”

 

Akanesuji shook her head no. “No one. I want no one.”

 

“You're youkai,” the uma hissed. “His mated pair. He will come for you, and you will accept him. You have no choice in it. You have already borne him one son...don't you understand Akanesuji? Unless you slake your thirst somewhere else, you are his.”

 

“I what?”

 

“The old ways run deep in us my friend. We are what we are. Animals wrapped up in pretty little bodies. You can't deny your heritage.” the horse stood, gathering up her whip into looping circles. “If you truly wish to deny him, come to me and I will serve you.”

 

“What about you Kuza? Aren't you Hizumeha's mare?”

 

“He does not love me, nor have I borne him a child.”

 

“I'm...so sorry. Maybe I shouldn't have arranged your marriage.”

 

“I regret nothing. He is very good to me. I am allowed much.”

 

Akanesuji watched as she walked away, her head laid back into the mud and dirt. She knew the horse was right. The bite scar on her inner thigh had not completely disappeared with her declarations of hate. The only cure was to run away far from him, a plan she already had decided on. The timing would have to come sooner or else she would once again become his prisoner.

 

Slowly she lifted herself from the mud, wiping her cheek with the cloth of her elbow. The night sky called her to look up and she stood for a moment looking at the stars. A streak of determination came over her. There was no better time. He was gone, left for the day. Heaven only knew when he would be back. With a stiffening of her spine, she stepped that first foot forward to the door.

 

“Akanesuji.” His voice, deep and dark as always, spoke to her from across the courtyard. Her second footstep paused, only for the briefest moment before setting down.

 

“Baka inu-chichi,” she responded, forcing herself to make that third step without overly rushing it. She did not want to appear like she was running away scared.

 

“You smell of milk.”

 

“You smell like a woman.”

 

“I have taken no one.”

 

“I'm leaving.”

 

“I order you to stay.”

 

“I need to change my clothes ass hole.”

 

Sesshoumaru relaxed internally, though he did not show it to her. He thought she was going to leave and take Manatsu with her as she had already threatened to do. “Will you take Kuza up on her offer?” he asked, stepping up closer to her and invading her personal space.

 

“Jealous?” she said, looking him in the face for any sign but there was none given. She rolled her eyes at him dismissively and walked away leaving her weaponry in the damp wetness unattended. His silence spoke volumes, or at least it did to her.

 

Her body came crashing backwards when his whip wound around her neck and snapped her off her feet. Sesshoumaru stood above her, his feet on either side of her ears.

 

“I tire of your fits. Let me explain something to you,” he said with all due attention, giving her a look ringed in red. “You are Lady of the Western Land and you will act it. You will perform your wifely duties. You will take yourself upstairs. You will clean yourself up. You will dress for dinner court and you will behave accordingly, giving me the respect I am due. If I hear one more insult from your lips, I will beat you within an inch of your life. Do you understand me?”

 

“Do you wish me to act like I love you as well?”

 

“As a matter of fact, yes.”

 

“I hate you.”

 

“Was it not you who told InuYasha to submit to the order of things? You should start taking your own advise.”

 

“Quit throwing my own words at me.”

 

“Why bitch? You do it to me all the time.”

 

“That's because you say and do the dumbest things”

 

“Enough.” Sesshoumaru grabbed her up by the hair and dragged her into the palace. Everyone watched shocked as he pulled her down the halls kicking and screaming, her body covered in mud and filth, her clothes wet and nasty, his becoming quickly so. No one would say anything or come to her rescue, not even Kuza who knew what was going to happen next. There would be no interfering into the affairs of the mightiest of inuyoukai in his own home.

 

He threw her on his bed and she screamed, only to get her face slapped. “You forget your place,” he told her, watching her rub her cheek. “You have pushed me too far.”

 

With that he grabbed her neckline and tore her suit from her, peeling it down to her knees and exposing her. “Submit,” he ordered and she jutted out her chin in silent defiance. “Now!” he bellowed and she refused. A second slap went across her face and she snarled her lip, unable to bring herself to do much else. Her body was tired from the day's exercising, still not back to her full health and vigor.

 

Sesshoumaru unlaced his hakama, dropping them to the floor and stepping out of them as she watched furiously. Kneeling on the bed and advancing towards her aggressively, he let the demon come out of him, his eyes red and his fangs bared, his hair floating and his claws extending. His hand grasp her hair as she punched at his face without effect. He was too far gone for her feeble attempts to change what was going to happen.

 

The only hope she had for herself was to change too and she quickly took it, her anger and frustrations, depression and sadness bringing her to that same red eyed blind fury. She would take to a half demonic state same as him. Their true forms would break apart the place...though in her anger and his, that might just be a possibility.

 

Her new punches landed with a lot more force, but still he pushed on, holding her head down against the mattress as his knees pushed her thighs apart. When he came to where he needed to be, he thrust into her without hesitation. “You will submit!” he told her as she growled and snarled underneath him. Fangs opened wide and he bit at her to hold her still, grabbing her soft shoulder and marking her a second time with a ring of teeth.

 

With his mouth holding her he could let go with his hand and grabbed her closest arm, pinning it down to make her stop attacking. She screamed and yelled obscenities, his body hurting her and holding her against her will. “Is this how you treat your whore Kagura?” she growled once she realized he was ignoring her, “or do you come at her with tender words and sweetness, saving this side of yourself for me?”

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head violently to punish her, digging those teeth in deeper and deeper. She thought of biting him back as he pushed hard inside her, but it would only mark him as hers once more. In a rushed curiosity, she looked down and saw that the ring she had once given him was still there, bright white scarring on his already pale flesh.

 

It meant that he did not belong to Kagura. He was still hers, at least primarily.

 

A point of confusion. Her eyes dimmed and her body grew weak. She laid still and turned her head away. “This only pushes me farther away,” she said with a ring of clarity.

 

The words crashed into his mind and he let go of his bite. Stilling he looked up and at it, the bite healing over quickly and fading fast, not her normal rate of healing. Pulling off her more he leaned back and inspected the bite that he gave her once in the thigh. It was almost gone. “No!”

 

“Go ahead. Finish raping me. It fuels my hatred.”

 

“You used to accept me, even in my anger.”

 

“I used to love you.”

 

“It's really over for you isn't it?” he said, climbing off her and sitting to the side.

 

She couldn't say anything. As much as she hated him, there was still that small thread. A tiny link to him through Manatsu, memories of the good times they shared once, a gentle knowing what their lovemaking could be like. That kiss from Sesshou at the well still haunted her too, his declarations of love making her heart burst that day, warming her forever to him, until now.

 

Sesshoumaru was really hurt, damaged by his own actions and strife, her reactions and answers to him. His stomach was tying in knots, his adrenaline levels making him nauseous. A pounding sound was in his brain, blood rushing back and forth, the let down from transforming back to his fully human form adding to the sense of illness. “I can't live like this woman.”

 

“I can't either.”

 

“I don't love her. Not like I love you. You are inuyoukai, like me. We are a mated pair.”

 

“We were a mated pair.”

 

He turned to her and looked on her form, still laying back in the bed. Her white hair was filthy, her face dirty, her breasts swollen with milk and damp. Scars lined up and down her body, crossing over and along her beautiful inu stripes. With a finger he ran along a bright red line that moved up her thigh. “You are my mate.”

 

“I was your mate.”

 

“You bore me a child,” he whispered, his finger turning to a warm hand over her belly and slowly moving up her body. “A boy that smells like me.”

 

Akanesuji turned her head away, hiding her face. What was she going to stay? That Manatsu smelled like horses? Why did he have to manipulate the truth all of a sudden? Oh God..he was learning from her....

 

“We are a family, Akanesuji,” he pointed out, taking her breast into his hand and lifting it, feeling it's new weight. It was a wondrous thing. Leaning down he licked it slowly and when the milk started to spray out he latched on and drank from her, easing the painful let down. She gasp in relief. When he finished the one, he attended the other, taking in the sweetness that she made.

 

“He needs both of us.” Looking up, Akanesuji had buried her head under a pillow, her arms crossed over the top of it. He smiled. At least now she wasn't fighting him.

 

And if she wasn't fighting him, it wasn't rape.

 

He sucked her breasts some more, pushing them together and lavishing a world of attention on them. She didn't seem to mind, in fact, she seemed relieved. They had been as hard as rocks and must have hurt. Sesshoumaru trailed his nose down her ribs and to her belly button, licking a line as he went. The pillow only got grasp harder.

 

When he got to her crotch he licked her gently, sad that he had been so harsh on her, but glad that she was inuyoukai and could take it. No other woman could possibility fit him so well. She was too dry, but he could fix that, taking her with his tongue and burying his nose into her lips.

 

“Why does he do this to me?” she asked herself. “He does this every time. It's like cunnilingus fixes everything.”

 

The little voice in her head told her, “Because it does.”

 

“No. It doesn't”

 

“O.k. It doesn't. But it does make him more bearable.”

 

“Dammit.”

 

Sesshoumaru pushed her legs out farther, pulling her more open to his task. When she was damp enough he slid a single digit into her, making her hitch up into a squeal. “I have you now you little liar,” he told himself. Where words would not do, his tongue always seemed to smooth things over.

 

It took some work this time around, but he got her to a state of muffled moaning, the walls of her vagina smoothing and tightening, pulling in on his ministrations. Raising himself he crawled over her and entered her, feeling her relax into him this time, her hips tilting and legs locking around his. His body shivered as he slowly thrust in and out, gently taking his this time.

 

She bit the pillow, her fingers curled around it, pushing it hard against her cheeks. Her brain would not stop thinking, her inner voices arguing back and forth as his body worked her steadily into a state of not caring anymore. Akanesuji knew full well what he was doing to her. He would make her finish, skillfully playing her, delaying his own satisfaction so that she would scream his name first. It was predictable and on his part, a damned good plan. Uggh!

 

“God I love you woman,” he said, lowering his head down to her breast and pulling it into his mouth, sucking on it in time with his thrusts. That was it. The game was over. Akanesuji's body began betraying her, the brain and body chemicals rushing into her on all sides, her body's natural reaction to being nursed and fucked at the same time. Breaths became rushed, her body blushing hard, her other breast leaking and releasing, her pussy twisting and fluttering rapidly, her teeth biting that pillow like it was the biggest juiciest steak she had ever seen.

 

He closed his own eyes and stilled, enjoying the feel of her below him, shaking and milking him. When she stopped flailing from her orgasm, he slipped out and thrust again, starting the game over again so that he could finish too.

 

Akanesuji bit her bottom lip and pushed the pillow up to look at him. Looking down, all she saw was his head of white hair as he devoured the other breast in his mouth. He sensed her movement and looked up, those golden eyes catching hers. Why did he have to be so damned sexy? Why? Why fucking why? She laid her head back down and covered her head back up. He just vacuumed harder, latched on tight and she bucked in response, completely uncontrolled.

 

Faster, harder, faster, harder. Sesshoumaru pumped himself into her, his body losing control as well. Driving into that special place where she was everything and nothing, the love of his life consumed by the fires of his passions. A burning that made his skin alight and his eyes dilate. She responded to him in kind, her own song coming to match his, growing louder. “Remove that stupid pillow,” he commanded, letting go of her nipple because his breath was growing ragged.

 

She did so, tossing it to the side and he took her mouth with his. She tasted the sweet milk on his tongue as he pushed it in her mouth and she accepted it, pushing back yet yielding with her own. Her hands went around his cheeks, pulling him into loving kisses. How she had missed those lips, his sweaty skin, his hair falling into her eyes and those beautiful stripes under her fingers. Here it came again, that feeling of falling, of rising.

 

He gave a hearty groan, thrusting into her with one big harsh push, his hot come filling her as she moaned below him. This time when he bit her, it was like the first time, glittery stars and tangy blood rushing into his mouth as his teeth sunk into her neck. Her nails dug into his back hard, making eight deep punctures into the muscle and skin, her voice crying out some incomprehensible noise. With a second and third stroke he completed, feeling her legs quake around him, squeezing him for dear life.

 

oooOOOOOooooo

 

Sesshoumaru sat on the dais, waiting. Watching. All the others had assembled, the few who were still here. Sango sat next to Shippo and Kirara. Kuza sat across from them. Jaken stood at the back of the room waiting for orders. The two sisters were there, but didn't have Manatsu. They had told him Akanesuji was going to feed him first.

 

Nothing.

 

He had left her tired and satiated. Her body giving off that once familiar smell of inu happiness. She had stuck the pillow back over her head, mumbling that she would take a bath and be down as soon as she cleaned and dressed.

 

He waited. Wondering.

 

He couldn't let Sango wait. He could hear her stomach growling again and knew she was hungry. He waived Jaken to start serving and stood, excusing himself to find his ladyship.

 

Her bedchamber was empty, a low trunk open and it's herbal contents spilled all over. He recognized those herbs. They were the ones used to prevent pregnancy. The small bathing room was dirty, clods of soil were on the tile floor from where she had rinsed herself off.

 

Looking to her clothes, everything was there...except her spare slayer suits. He opened up the small chest that was Manatsu's and found it empty.

 

They were gone.