InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ To Fall into Rut ❯ Chapter 2: The Sacrifice Named Kagome ( Chapter 2 )

 

 

Summary:

Sesshoumaru has been captured, and to make matters worst, he is about to go into his first rut. Kagome a traveling miko is kidnapped to serve as his outlet so his beast wouldn't escape in a lustful rage.

 

 

To Fall into Rut

 

 

Chapter 2: The sacrifice named Kagome 

 

 

Heat flooded his senses. Against his will, he started to tense up, not liking how his blood made his flaccid cock become engorged. It was slightly heavy and hard, which caused him mild discomfort while sitting.

 

A loud growl shook the dungeon as Sesshoumaru tossed his head, eyes bleeding a faint pink at the new sensations being introduced to his body. He wasn't used to them, but the Lord of the West did not give in too something easily, even if that something wasn't easy to resist. At the bestial sounds, a lone monk came running into the large dungeon and peered anxiously at a crimson-eyed Sesshoumaru who at that moment was baring his fangs, erection half formed and pushing slightly against his loose pants.

The young monk scrambled outside quickly, his eyes widening as he frantically called out, “Master Ungai! There is something you need to see regarding the demon we captured a few days ago! Hurry!”

 

`Humans are such annoying things,' Sesshoumaru brooded with a soft growl mixed with a groan at the feelings his rut was producing. His current mood was not making him amused even with the delicious scent of fear flooding his ultra-sensitive senses.

Frenzied steps pattered heavily on the ground, clearly made by wooden sandals, as Ungai appeared from the dark doorway leading into the dungeon. His eyes narrowed as he took in the current situation. The strained look etched on Sesshoumaru's face told him all he needed to know about what was going on. “Rut. You are in rut, demon!” Ungai exclaimed in disbelief, finding the fact hard to digest since he hadn't exactly expected this to come into the already rather complicated equation.

Compressing the urge to roll his eyes, which contained irises that swirled with dark crimson, Sesshoumaru spat out moodily, “Well, it's no use stating the obvious, monk. That much I know.”

“And the wounds on your back! They've healed!” Ungai said in amazement, having expected Sesshoumaru's back to be still be bleeding from the abuse of last night. `Now that I didn't know,' Sesshoumaru thought in slight surprise. He had not realized it before, even though he knew being a demon lord of great strength allowed his youki to be replenished faster than most demons. Now suddenly noticing that his back indeed no longer hurt with the burn of deep wounds, instead, he felt perfectly normal. `I guess humans are observant occasionally after all.' In his frenzied need and scorching desire he had missed it.

When another wave of heat encompassed him, Sesshoumaru cursed silently. The awful slashes across his beautiful pale back may have healed nicely, but his rut was just beginning. If he didn't find a female to rut with soon, he could possibly go insane with need, though he wouldn't die from the overwhelming heat that would soon build up in his body.

As if he knew what Sesshoumaru was thinking, Ungai seemed to pale slightly. He turned to the man who had informed him of Sesshoumaru's rut, commanding the male in a quiet voice that shook, making the authority behind weak. “Bring a female. Any female to this place and throw her in with the demon. Lust is a terrible need that claws at demons mercilessly. If we do not find him one to waste his energy on, he might just have enough strength to render my collar useless and escape from here. We can't allow that to happen. He hasn't atoned for his sins yet.”

Without a wavering doubt on whether or not doing such a thing was ethical, he bowed and said respectfully, “Yes, Master Ungai.”

“Good,” was all that the elder monk said as he left the dungeons with a swish of his purple and blue robes, leaving the other monk to trail slowly behind him. The younger monk headed out to find closest woman wandering about.

Sesshoumaru laid head back against the cold stonewall as his body begin to shudder with the heat coursing through his blood. It scorched all of his body, making his head feel a little clouded. It was as if he had almost no control over his actions at the moment, making him feel a little like a young pup infatuated for the very first time. Except, there were no females to be infatuated with, even if Sesshoumaru had allowed such a frivolous thing to happen to him.

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Kagome, the traveling miko, was skipping as she came dangerously close to the shrine where Sesshoumaru was being held at. “Hmm, I wonder what mama's cooking tonight,” she said to herself, a little disappointed when she had to face the fact that she would probably never see her family again. She had pledged herself to the good of mankind, not just her village. After the other priestess had settled into her village, Kagome wasn't considered the village's miko any longer for that position had been taken over by the wandering miko who had sought and found refuge.

Shrugging off the draping sadness like a well-worn shirt, Kagome continued on her way. Her holy powers danced like lights around her body, flashing shades of pink. She bent down slightly to pick a single lilac from a small bush. It reached her waist and was overflowing with the beautiful blossoms.

`I hate my miko garbs. They're simply too loose for me!' Kagome thought crossly as she refolded the left sleeve that had came out from its neat fold.

The monk, who had been sent out of the temple, had noticed Kagome and quietly crept closer to stand behind her. He had decided to bring her back, no need to find another. She was a pretty thing, sure to satisfy the demon's urges, even if she was donning miko robes. It was unholy to aid in the defilement of a miko, but this was holy mission. It could be excused since they were doing righteous work.

Kagome never had a chance to protect herself as she felt something cold hit the back of her head. Then a tangible darkness overwhelmed her consciousness, stretching over her eyes, covering them like a blanket as she felt her body drift towards the ground. A satisfied smile slowly took over the young monk's face. With this young woman, he could go back to the shrine and offer her to the demon, ceasing anymore troubles Ungai might have had to face regarding Sesshoumaru's rut. Even if his conscience was nagging tediously at him for doing such a wretched thing, he would remind himself it was holy work they were doing.

Sesshoumaru closed his blood-red eyes as he rested; flecks of amber still glinting in them. His entire body was tense and stiff as he tried to ignore the screaming need to mate. The need was beginning to become painful.

He knew the young monk hadn't been gone long, however he was not pleasantly surprised when his sharp sense of smell told him that the man had returned from wherever he had been. 'Probably to get a female.' Though it was a futile effort on the young man's part, Sesshoumaru did not intend to indulge himself on whatever whore nearby they might have found for him. He didn't expect holy monks to capture a pure female for their demon captive, so when the sweet lilac scent of a young, untouched woman wafted over to his sensitive nose, he hardened even further. His amber eyes flickered as he was desperately trying to maintain control, before they were plunged into a deep, pure scarlet.

A strangled growl emitted from Sesshoumaru. His clawed fingers clenched into fists, causing him to bury his sharp nails into calloused palms. The pain from his bleeding puncture wounds enabled him to get a semblance of control over his sanity.

Sesshoumaru was unable to injure the young monk that came in to `deliver' him the mature but untouched miko. The collar around his neck held holy powers strong enough to subdue him when needed. In this case, he wasn't supposed to harm poor excuse for a monk. “She's from the Western Lands, my dear lord," he laughed. "I'm sure you only have to order her and she'll bow to your every want and need.”

Sesshoumaru fumed upon hearing that the female they had brought to him was taken from his country. Before the impudent monk could continue he interrupted. “Get out. You are not fit to touch anything under my protection. And I am still lord, nothing has changed because of my imprisonment.”

Frightened by Sesshoumaru's near palpable anger, the terrified monk ended up dropping the limp body of the miko into the cell and fleeing. He stopped only long enough to make sure to lock the door, just in case the collar that Master Ungai had created failed at the most inappropriate of moments, and resulted in his death. Not that he had a lack of faith in Ungai, but it never hurt to be safe where a vile demon was concerned.

After the departure of the monk, Sesshoumaru glared at the miko resting at his feet, and bared his fangs silently. He was torn between his honor that was telling him not to do anything untoward to the human and his beast who was telling him to take her that very minute.

To anyone else, he would have appeared like a statue with his face emotionless, but inside, he was merely contemplating the possible reasons why he was so enamored with the girl. `My rut must be more advanced than I thought. I know nothing of this woman yet I desire her already. Her miko robes made her look like an underdeveloped human girl. What's worse is they brought me a miko, the natural enemy of my kind, so why in am I even considering her? Yes, my rut is far worse than I thought.' With a detached sort of curiosity, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he buried himself deeper into his thoughts.

A soft moan from the bundle of red and white in front of him made him blink as he focused his eyes on the waking miko. Tilting his head to the side, Sesshoumaru stuck out his foot and poked the girl in front of him, careful not to injury her frail human flesh with his shoe.

“Wake up girl,” Sesshoumaru ordered, ever the imperious Lord of the West as he stared down at her worthless form, “stop wasting my time. Get up now.”

Another incoherent mumble from the girl forced Sesshoumaru to resist the urge to roll his eyes. His thin lips pressed into a line while he watched her move around. He still felt as if he was staring at a rolling bundle of clothes, and not a small miko who obviously had on garments three times her size, way too big for her petite frame. Although he couldn't see the girl beneath the monstrosity of a clothing, he had a pretty good guess about her size.

“Damn it, shut up, Souta. I need my beauty sleep,” the odd miko said, rolling to a stop just in front of Sesshoumaru's folded leg, and accidentally resting on his outstretched one. One of her arms rose to lazily wave about, as if protesting the idea of waking up. Still deciding on whether he should frown or give her a flat look, Sesshoumaru heard her continue muttering, “What is this tree root underneath my back?”

Freezing slightly when the girl's face came within inches to his straining erection, Sesshoumaru schooled his features back to normal before scowling, “I said get up. My leg is not a resting place for human filth, nor is my leg a tree root.”

One hazy chestnut brown eye cracked open while Kagome yawned and moved her hand to rub her neck. She remembered the pain before she had blacked out. “Where is this place? What am I doing here? Who are you? What are you doing here? Why are we locked up?” Another frown creased his eyebrows as Sesshoumaru chose to keep quiet. He would never agree willingly to answer a lowly human's inane questions and never ending idiocy.

“Why won't you answer me?” Kagome whimpered, her eyes pleaded with him as she continued to rub her sore neck in agitation.

“Why should I?” His cold voice made the miko huff. Her eyes were alight with her indignation as she scoffed, refusing to look at him, she turned away. Her baggy robes made her resemble a shapeless mass of human flesh and cloth.

Sesshoumaru refrained the small smile that was twitching at his lips with his errant thought. When his cock twitched and throbbed, he bit down on his lower lip to prevent a groan from escaping, his sharp fangs drawing a single thick droplet of blood. His urge to smile vanished and he knew he had to inform her of her situation before his rut took over his consciousness and forced him to go as low as to take her without her consent.

Biting back another sigh, Sesshoumaru licked up his blood before choosing to answer her reluctantly, “I am the Lord of the Western Lands. You are in a dungeon built underneath the shrine of Izanagi and Izanami. As to why you and I are here, that I can not answer. The monks seemed to be crazed, and due to my error in judgment, managed to capture me. This accursed collar keeps me from breaking out of this pathetic prison.”

With a small start, Sesshoumaru realized that what he had just said was probably the longest he had said in a century, or perhaps even more. The miko was also startled by his long answer. She had not actually believed that she would get the answers she needed, since he had been so cold moments earlier. She just thought that she would ask anyway, just in case he answered. She was stunned that he actually did.

“Thanks for telling me, I guess. Wait, what do you mean monks? It's against holy laws to aid in the harm or capture of a miko, traveling or not. Everyone knows that! If monks captured you, then it means you are a sacrifice, and if I'm here with you, then it means they plan to sacrifice me too. But I can't be sacrificed with you!” Kagome huffed in indignant anger. Then she realized that Sesshoumaru had been telling the truth, the intriguing maroon stripes on his sculpted cheeks and had a dark aqua-blue crescent moon on his forehead marked him as the lord. She bowed and paid her respects to the demon who ruled over the land she lived in.

Looking a little ashamed, Kagome smiled at him. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. I was just in shock seeing that I wasn't where I had been before I fell unconscious. My name is Higurashi Kagome. How about yours?” Appalled at the fact that this Kagome Higurashi had not called him by his respectful title and didn't know his name made Sesshoumaru stare quietly at her for a few moments. He thought about his answer, would he lop off the insolent girl's head or to grace her ears with his name?

Suffocating silence settled in the dungeon while Kagome stared, with a pretty smile on her face, at the demon lord that held her gaze with a cold look. Sesshoumaru finally opened his mouth and enunciated his name with perfect articulation, as if talking to a child who was slow in learning, “Sesshoumaru.”

Her smile faded a little, but came back in full force as she beamed at him. “It's a nice name.”

An amused look crossed his face before it disappeared as quickly as it came. “I must admit the killing perfection is a wonderfully fitting name.”

The dry sarcasm in his tone had her crossing her arms and glaring at him. “Now, no matter what your name means, it was given to you by your parents and can never be changed by anyone else, even yourself. So I'd advice you to accept it. I should know my parents named me after a song.” Kagome nodded her head to herself in a knowledgeable manner. She moved her hands to rub her stomach, a soft sigh escaping her parted lips which drew most of Sesshoumaru's attention much to his dismay.

Arching an uncaring eyebrow as he ignored her peach colored lips, Sesshoumaru intoned, “What is the matter?” Kagome refused to answer him. The air around her made it clear enough, though. “You are in heat.”

A heavy feeling of exasperation weighed on Kagome forcing her to sit in a hunched position as she leveled a flat look at Sesshoumaru, one that could rival his own. “No way. My cycle ended two weeks ago, I still have another two more weeks to go. Argh! Why am I even talking to you about this? Anyway, I'm just hungry. I didn't have dinner last night and I was dragged here early in the morning. Obviously I didn't have time for breakfast.”

He shook his head slightly, as he realized the human had no idea what he was talking about. Sesshoumaru clarified it to her, like teaching a child something new. “Your heat has nothing to do with when you bleed. Human females go into heat before the bleeding begins. You just told me yourself that it was two weeks till your cycle arrives, that is around the time you're heat would begin."

Letting the mentally slow miko think about his words, Sesshoumaru thought to himself, `What a childish woman with the intelligence of one. And with odd weaknesses too. But her heat explains why I wanted to take her unconscious form so badly. There is no way I'm taking the miko. She's a holy creature and the feeling of being purified is not all together the best feeling one would prefer.'

A spasm of heat suddenly crashed upon Sesshoumaru's prone form, causing him to tense sharply. His eyes once more a battle between amber and crimson, the dark red slowly overtaking the golden hue as a rumbling growl shook the cell.

“What is it? What's happening to you? How can I help you? Stop looking so infuriatingly constipated and tell me!” Kagome exclaimed in worry for the demon lord's condition even if she did not know him. She was a kindhearted miko and despite facing down demons to protect villages from being attacked, she also healed the injured ones. Those that were discriminated unfairly and were attacked by humans for simply being born into a different species.

Sesshoumaru knew he had kept his beast in for far too long during his rut, and he could feel the animal in him rise fiercely. Before he lost control and knowing he was in no condition to give the miko a full explanation, even though she deserved one, his harsh voice panted out to her, attempting to explain as much as he could before he completely forgot himself. “Miko, I am in rut.”

After that short explanation, a shudder went through his strained body. When he looked up to face Kagome, his eyes were of a deep swirling blood-red. She could barely register his words before she was pushed roughly to the ground. Sesshoumaru's large body covered her petite form. His mouth ravaged hers. Clawed hands ripped at her thin coarse clothes. His own dirty silk robes lay innocently beside the both of them, having been stripped off with speed unknown to mankind, before he even touched her.

The miko huddled underneath the intimidating form of the demon lord, her eyes tightly closed and her hands clenched into small fists in front of her chest. She would do this for the Lord of the West. She would give both her innocence and her body to the male that ruled over the western region of Japan. She was such a creature of compassion, full of desire to aid those who were in difficulty.

“Open. Your. Eyes.” Those three words were forced from Sesshoumaru's mouth, his fangs elongated as the eyes of his beast stared at her now open hazel eyes. His gaze told her to relax and try her best to endure this, perhaps even enjoy it, but never hide from it. He did not want to force her into this; he wanted her to accept it, even if it meant using all he had to silence his rampant beast that roared triumphantly at the first breath of freedom. For this human who was unlucky enough to be dragged into his problems and as much as he hated to admit it, for he was a proud and arrogant creature who finds humans worthless, this lone human did not deserve what he was about to do to her.

Her daring eyes looked up into his fierce red ones. She accepted this, accepted his dominance even as her naked body shivered with the cold breeze drafting into the cell every now and then. Her torn clothing thrown to the side without a care. She accepted it knowing that he was slave to his beast. While she was not sure what rut was she did realize that he had little, if any, control.

A deep, shuddering sigh ripped through his body, as if grateful to her for submitting herself to him. For trusting in him, even after he had been the one who had savagely ripped the modest clothes from her tiny frame. The one who would steal her innocence, and cause her to be unwanted by all males for being impure.

His hot mouth devoured her own whole. His deadly fangs grazed her delicate bottom lip as he suckled the succulent flesh into his mouth. He savored her taste, like ripe peaches. She squirmed slightly, wanting to help the suffering demon lord but was suffocated with nervousness, as every virgin had a right to be. Kagome placed uncertain, yet gentle hands, on his muscled shoulders needing some form of reassurance that what she did was the right thing, no matter how scared she felt.

Kagome had every right to doubt her choice, since she was young she had always listened to her mother. She made sure to obey all the rules of right and wrong, yet when it came down to this, she had no mother to tell her what to do. Anyone with half a mind knew that it was an unspeakable taboo for a human to rut with a demon, much less a holy miko, and now her mind was torn in two directions. One told her that helping someone was not a sin, yet the mortal part of her pulled at her, and told her that if she did this unspeakable act, she would burn in the eternal fires of hell for eternity.

She closed her eyes once more, Kagome tried to calm her furiously beating heart. `I have to help him. As the ruler of the Western Lands he has many responsibilities that cannot be delegated. If he perishes here the whole western region will fall into irreversible chaos. Besides, he has a right to live too. All living things do. And if he can be saved by the mere sacrifice of an insignificant miko like myself, then I will gladly hand my life over to him. I'll help in any way I can. Even if it's just to bed him and sate his lust till he regains control.'

Sesshoumaru's vision was a hazy red. He was tired, yet knew he had no control over his actions now. Slowly, his vision cleared a little and he vaguely saw the small miko he knew as Kagome, with her eyes scrunched shut. He bent to brush his lips over her neck, pressing hard where he could feel the pulsing beat of her heart. He reveled in the feel of it beating a tattoo against his lips.

The guilt in him festered at the pitiful sight she displayed, her body shivered trapped between him and the cold hard ground. He opened his mouth and pressed wide moist kisses around her pounding pulse, causing the tensed girl to open her eyes and look shyly at him. It was then that he noticed the presence of her small hesitant hands on his shoulder.

Dragging his lips over the bare swell of her ample breast, Sesshoumaru's beast rewarded her little valiant act with the rough suckling of her erect nipples, already stiffened by the cold. Kagome's hands moved to the base of his neck and tugged at his hair, a soft cry rose from her throat as she clung to him, shivering uncontrollably at the sensation of having his rough tongue pressing and rolling her sensitive nipple. Heat formed in waves within her coursing throughout her body. The cold from the air was forgotten as the heat he created encompassed her mind and body despite the goose bumps that rose on her fair skin.

Palming her swelling breasts, Sesshoumaru bared his elongated fangs and grazed each nipple. He refrained from biting through her thin skin even as he tugged on them with his teeth.

A fire spread between Kagome's legs as she gave a keening mewls. Hot liquid seeped from her slightly swollen folds. Not knowing what was happening, she squeezed her legs together, trying to rub her moist opening against anything to encourage the clenching feeling she got whenever her folds rubbed against each other.

Frowning, Sesshoumaru bent to nip a plump nipple, punishing her for attempting self gratification. His beast decided that he would be the only one to see to all her needs. Kagome was not to do so herself, or with any other male. Those who dared to encroach on his property would have to face his wrath.

Yelping softly at the nip she received, Kagome ceased her movements briefly, long enough for Sesshoumaru to force her legs open with muscled thighs. He pressed his own engorged cock against the warm slick wetness of her spread lips. Gasping, she kept the loud cry of surprise from leaving her throat as her juices slid along the hard length of his erection. Sesshoumaru rocked his hips forward sliding his cock along her opening. Thrusting against her, he made sure to press against her sensitive bud at every pass. Kagome moaned at the foreign feeling and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist locking her heels.

Kagome arched her back and dug her head into the hard floor as she came with another roll of his hips, grinding himself hard against her swollen clit. A scream stuck in her throat, mouth opened wide in an attempt to release it from its hiding place within her convulsing throat. With a quick shift of his hips Sesshoumaru sheathed his engorged cock deep inside of her, breaking her thin barrier. Kagome bit her lip harshly at the pain of the intrusion, body trembling from both pain and the continuous pleasure. Sesshoumaru hissed at the feeling of her tight hot walls convulsing around him as he held himself still, riding out her orgasm and heightening his pleasure to painful lengths. When she grinded against him, he willingly slipped deeper in. He snarled at the feeling and buried his nose in the crook of her neck, taking in deep breaths of her scent, trying to relax his painfully tensed body. He pulled out of her almost completely, fighting the pull of her slick muscles. Thrusting back into her willing and open body, he forced her to take him again and again. His beast loved the soft gasps she made as he pounded relentlessly into her. Thankfully, she was not one to scream. That would have shattered his eardrums as it would echo off the dungeon walls.

Gritting his teeth, Sesshoumaru dug his nails into the soft flesh of her hips and ruthlessly lifted her lower half off the floor, sliding so deep within her with every thrust that she felt the beginnings of another explosion of pleasure within her body. "Sesshoumaru. I..." she gasped as the slow burn within her blew out of proportion, causing her to clench his shoulders with her frail human hands as she came, hot juices spilling out of her body, all over his cock, allowing the well-endowed male to slide ever deeper inside her, grazing her cervix.

He suckled her beautifully curved breasts, leaving bites and bruises on her soft, impressionable skin. His fangs scraped against her skin where he would mark a mate, his tongue moving over the tender spot to sooth the burn almost immediately after. Finally, the blinding pleasure of Kagome's hot body squeezing his painfully hard rod broke him. Sesshoumaru roared his completion as his fangs dug into her shoulder. At the same moment, his large knot slipped into her delicate folds, eliciting a cry of pain from the unbearably tight young woman. With great control, he forced his jaw not to clamp down on her delicate skin, stopping himself from piercing her skin deeply with his fangs and causing her more pain than he already had. Panting with the effort of his tiring restraint, he attempted to catch his breath and calm his heart.

Still, his knot stayed inside of her for a few moments, seeming to grow even larger before expelling the last of his burning cum into her womb, the hot liquid causing another tingling between her legs as her body responded to the foreign liquid now residing inside her body. As the knot grew smaller, it slipped out of her bruised folds.

Now that Sesshoumaru had sated his beast for the time being, it retreated and his eyes slowly faded from a ruby red to blood speckled gold. He withdrew his mouth from her shoulder and after checking to make sure her skin wasn't pierced, he licked the bruised spot soothingly. Kagome giggled softly at the feeling, even as her body protested the vigorous action, her eyes drifting close in languid satisfaction. The tip of his tongue tickled her as it danced across her skin. Making sure he coated the little bites he had given her with his saliva which had healing properties within them. He rested his body over hers, careful not to burden the miko's small body as he lay on her, bracing his weight on his caging arms while his saliva tightened against her skin, drying in the chilly air.

Kagome felt him slowly pull out from her tired body, trailing with him a thin string of his white seed. It left an odd empty feeling in her when he moved away. It was as if she was finally whole when he filled her, and now, that feeling was lacking.

Burying his face into her collarbone, the severity of what he had done slammed into his conscious, making his mind stagger at the unjust he had done to the innocent woman, someone who had done nothing to deserve the shame he had placed upon her. Being one who greatly valued honor, Sesshoumaru was ashamed for doing such a dishonorable deed.

Climbing off the miko reluctantly and backing away to a wall of their cell, he grabbed his hakamas off the floor and pulled them on with shaking hands. He had control for now, but he didn't know for how long. He needed to explain about his rut while he could. "Miko, listen well. As I said I am in rut." He watched the woman, Kagome, slowly gather her clothes and wrap herself in the tattered scraps as best she could, her eyes looking slightly dazed as if her mind wasn't able to comprehend the situation she was currently in. "I have little control over my lust. The monks that captured me feared that with my beast being so close to the surface, I would have enough power to break the collar. It is the only thing that keeps me here. It suppresses my youki and allows them to subdue me for short periods of time. They brought you here to serve as a sacrifice. The monks gave you over to me to sate my lust and thus, keep me bound here."

"But, they are monks. Why would they imprison you? Why would they be willing to commit a holy crime against a miko? Against any woman?" It was a terrifying thought. Kagome might appear completely innocent, unknowledgeable, and indeed she possessed a child like wonder of the world around her, but such terrors were a part of a miko's life. She could not escape them. "Surely they do not wish to overthrow you. You are the rightful ruler of the Western Lands. It's true that you hold no great love for humans, but you are first and foremost, still a benevolent ruler, and not a tyrant that needs to be kept under lock and key."

"Hnn. Be that as it may, they are not doing this out of a political agenda. They believe that all demons are filth that need to 'atone for their sins'. Their version of atonement is torturing whatever demon they capture till it dies, or till they believe atonement has been reached, before they kill it." Sesshoumaru looked on at her in curious admiration. The miko was more worried about his lands than her stolen virtue.

Kagome looked at him in horror. "Why would they believe something like that? As monks, they are sworn to protect all life, regardless of species, as a miko is. Demons, like humans, come in good and evil. It is the individual who makes the choices not the species."

Sesshoumaru looked at the woman he had just ravaged, yet remained so innocently on his side. She seemed odd for a miko. Many that he had encountered believed as the monks did. They were simply not powerful enough to do anything against him. "Tell me, miko, why did you not fight me? Why did you accept your fate? I have no desire to take you without your permission, but until my rut is over, I can guarantee that it will happen again, and my rut will last for two months."

"You are the Lord of the Western Lands. As one of the mikos under your rule, I will help in any way I can. You are too important to be lost to such monsters that call themselves holy men. If you don't escape, or if you were to die without an heir already prepared to take over, your lands will be thrown into bloody civil war. My family and friends all live in your lands and I don't want to see them caught in the crossfire. It's bad enough that I'll probably never see them again," Kagome sighed and pulled her shredded garments closer to her small frame. She became lost to her own turbulent thoughts of what could happen if her cell mate didn't escape. Not only would he die, she would lose all hope of ever seeing her family again. They could all die in the unjustified war, which was sure to happen if the demon sitting opposite her on the far end of the cell was somehow rendered unable to return to his lands.

Unknowingly stopping her morbid thoughts, Sesshoumaru hesitated before saying softly, almost seeming as if he cared for the tired and confused young miko, "Sleep, it is late. We will discuss this tomorrow." Kagome looked at him with trust in her eyes, even as she murmured an agreement, lying down on the stone ground to try and get some form of rest.

Sesshoumaru puzzled over why she would trust him even after he had betrayed her in such an unforgivable manner. However, he kept his thoughts to himself, where they belonged as he moved back to the miko's side, who at that moment looked highly uncomfortable with sleeping on the solid ground that contained no cushioning whatsoever. Even as he questioned his actions, Sesshoumaru took his shirt and rolled it into a semblance of a pillow, lifting miko's head slightly to place the bundle of cloth underneath her head, hopefully easing her discomfort. With another side-way glance at the already slumbering miko, who had whispered a thanks before she fell prey to sleep, he laid his head against the wall nearest to her, crossing his legs and, allowed sleep to claim his weary conscious, preparing for tomorrow.