InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Yellow Brick Road ❯ Of Whores and Hanyou ( Chapter 11 )

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INYUSHA AND COMPANY, NOR DO I OWN WIZARD OF OZ.

AN: Thank you to SleepingChickenNugget and ktshabatie for beta-ing. Also, the following is not meant to be a lemon (I’m still working on that), I’m trying to capture the mechanical aspect of the act. Let me know if I have accomplished that.




Chapter 11: Of Whores and Hanyou

The meal had finished and Sesshoumaru was tired of not being able to be open with his breeder. For some reason he did not like the fact that she knew how he had spent his afternoon. He still felt that he had done nothing wrong, if only she had simply been more submissive.

*Flashback*

As he left the breeder, his blood was boiling. His beast had craved so much to put the little bitch beneath him. There was no way to cool down without a visit. He headed towards the quarters of his most favored concubine. It did not go unnoticed that his beast raged against the idea of another bitch pleasuring him. The one that carried his pup had already proven herself; she was the one who deserved his attention.

Miyu had been in service of her lord for over a hundred years. She had hoped that one day she would be elevated from her from her status as a concubine. That would never come to pass. Her lord had taken a human over all the concubines to be his breeder. While none of them feared for dismissal, no one imagined that they would see their lord so soon. She was wholly unprepared when he came into her chambers.

Miyu bowed before her lord, not really sure what he wanted her to do. Sesshoumaru walked over to the palate in her chamber. He knew that Miyu was not the most intelligent of bitches, but even she should know the only reason for a lord to visit his concubine. Growling his displeasure at her lack of response, he watched in satisfaction as she then began to hastily remove her robes.

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A naked Miyu kneeled before her lord baring her neck. When he slightly nodded to her, she reached to untie his hakama and remove his fundoshi. She immediately began to try to arouse her lord. She noted that it was a much more arduous task than normal. She also did not hold out any hope of this being a pleasurable rut.

Miyu, like all the other concubines, had learned to read their lord’s mood. All reveled in how generous of a lover he could be, but the fact was that they were there so their lord could find relief without compromising his status. This meant that all of the concubines had experienced his need to expend unwanted stress. He never hurt any of them in the process, but he also did not put any effort into their pleasure.

Finally, she had succeeded in arousing his commanding length. She quickly found herself positioned with her rump in the air. Sesshoumaru was gauging her wetness. He wanted to limit contact as much as possible.

One of the tactics he used to ensure that he did not sire unwanted prodigy, was to employ only concubines that he held no attraction. All the females within his harem were weak; both physically and in terms of power. This way the beast would not be tempted by their heats. He did not necessarily need to be attracted to the bitch in order for his body to react naturally to a willing female. The problem now was his need that he need to dominate; however, the female before him was not satisfying.

She was more than ready for him, so he eased his manhood into her awaiting core. Grumbles of discontent came from the beast as he agreed she was nowhere near the glorious heat that the miko had offered. He began to move slowly at first, as it was not Miyu’s fault that she was so inferior to the bitch he wanted beneath him. Miyu had done everything correctly; she offered complete submission and adoration to her alpha. These things were not to be rewarded with pain.

Sesshoumaru’s pace began to quicken as the force of his thrusts increased. Still, he refrained from taking her hard and fast. What he wanted to do was beyond brutal, and she was not the one that had angered him. Absently, Sesshoumaru wondered if he would ever get the miko willing to grace his bed.

The last thought had him snarling. He reached one hand around from the bitch’s hip to the bundle of nerves that did so many things for a female. He had not planned on tending to her needs, but he wished for more friction. The only way to accomplish this was send her into euphoria.

As his hips moved in an age-old dance, his mind floated back to what the miko had said about her body. She had claimed that no one knew her body, not even herself? No wonder the bitch was so high strung; she had never had the bliss of carnal pleasure flow through her body. He would fix that. Sesshoumaru snarled again at his wandering mind that seemed so obsessed with the breeder. To rid himself of the thoughts, he sought more vigorously for pleasure in the body before him.

It had been a long time since her lord had played her body this way. She would be sore when he left, but she would not trade this feeling for anything. She couldn’t help but wonder what caused him to want to dominate her so completely. Whatever it was, she hoped it happened again and again and again.

Two hours later, Sesshoumaru was finally nearing his release. The bitch under him had long since gone hoarse and was now acting as if there were no bones left in her body. His own body tensed as he neared the precipice, slamming into the bitch hard, her strangled moans helping to send him tumbling over.
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Sesshoumaru removed himself from the concubine’s body, displeased with the amount of time it took to ‘relieve stress.’ His mood was still foul, because it been the thought of his breeder under him making those noises, that finally sent him over the edge. Damn.

*End Flashback*

“Sesshoumaru-sama, I ask for your permission to speak with Kagome-sama about the Shikon no Tama.” Miroku had waited through the entire meal hoping that Inuyasha would bring it up, but of course the hanyou did not.

“This Sesshoumaru’s breeder will be retiring for the evening.” Sesshoumaru was not about to risk his bitch being possessed again.

Kagome had different ideas. She had never played the role of a demur female very well and she would not learn any time soon. “Miroku, what do you want to know?” Kagome ignored the growls coming from her left as her eyes focused on her old travel companion.

Miroku knew that if he did not take the opportunity presented to him, he would not have another chance. He waved off his wife’s concerned look and began to question Kagome. “I would like to understand more completely what Inuyasha meant by ‘the living embodiment of the jewel.’”

“I have no idea what that means. What I can tell you is the Shikon no Tama is no more; however, the threat that it always held is still present. In fact, I do believe that the threat is even greater.” Kagome refused to defer to the authority of the tai-youkai seated next to her. While Uzume had been conversing with Sesshoumaru, Kagome had been experiencing her own divine enlightenment.

Kagome let the shiver be seen as it ran through her body. Unlike Sesshoumaru she had not fought the one trying to inform her of her new duty, so she had a much clearer picture of what was taking place. She petted her hair while softly saying, “Toto, I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.”

Sesshoumaru could not stop his reaction. His head cocked to the side and one eyebrow rose. He knew that she would defy him at every turn. Sesshoumaru did not have the heart to subdue her in front of Rin or fight Inuyasha. For the first time, Sesshoumaru felt old. “This is not the place to discuss such matters, we will move to a place where privacy and comfort can be assured.”

Sesshoumaru did not wait for the others to acknowledge his statement; he simply rose and walked out of the room. Kagome was directly behind him. She was silently cursing him and the pace that he set. The damn formal kimono made it impossible for her to stride alongside him. If she attempted to make her steps any larger, she would run the risk of falling over. After this discussion with Miroku, she would confront the arrogant dog about a possible reprieve from the overly-restrictive and uncomfortable clothing.

They entered Sesshoumaru’s private study. It had been a while since he had let anyone in this area. However, this was the only place that he could guarantee absolute privacy. Before Sesshoumaru could speak, Kagome’s voice rang out.

“Rin-chan, I do not mean to be rude, but I don’t think you should be present.” She gave a pleading look to Miroku. He seemed to understand that Kagome did not want to see Rin’s image of Sesshoumaru tarnished. Miroku nodded his head to his wife. “Thank you, Rin-chan. There is a room three doors down where you can lie down and rest. I remember hearing somewhere that at your stage in pregnancy it is best for the baby if you lie on your left side. Do not worry about others disturbing you, I will send Toto to stand guard.” Kagome smiled at the younger woman.

After Rin had left, the shadow scurried out of Kagome’s hair to guard the woman her mistress deemed so worthy.

It did not settle well with any of the males that the shadow was following so closely to the heels of a pregnant Rin. Miroku was moving to stand and defend his wife when the voice of his long time friend again rang out.

“Toto will not harm her. Toto has no need to feed for a long time to come, but she will be more than enough defense to ensure no harm comes to your wife or unborn child.”

Miroku turned to look at the woman. When did she change so drastically? He could barely even recognize her. “Kagome-sama, when did you first realize that you could control the shadow?”

Kagome could not help but laugh at the ridiculous question. “No one controls the shadows. The best that one can ever do is to feed them and have them follow. If I truly had control over them then they never would have fallen into the hands of the rebels.”

Miroku took in this information but would wait to press the issue, as there was something else that was bothering him. “Kagome-sama, when did your eyes change color?”

Inuyasha’s vision shot up to study this seemingly simple detailed that he had missed for over five months. Sesshoumaru noticed that the silver ring was no longer as bright as it had been a few weeks earlier.

Kagome smiled at Miroku, she could always count on him to catch the overlooked detail. “The ring formed at Naraku’s death. To destroy the evil that was held within the jewel I tried to tighten a ring of purity around it. I was never able to pull the purity in from a ring to a dot. Actually, it is a good thing, because that would have just created another jewel.”

“Hn, then why is it dimmer now?” Kagome’s head snapped back in the direction of the inu-youkai.

She was more hesitant to state the reason in front of others, and as a result her answer came out in a hushed whisper. “It dimmed when I lost the last stronghold on my purity, my lord.”

Sesshoumaru knew exactly what she was referring to, but he refused to feel any guilt for protecting his pack. Besides the brilliance of the silver had dimmed even further from just moments ago, which would not be explained by her answer.

The monk had caught the meaning behind Kagome’s statement; it confirmed his suspicions that she was not necessarily a willing participant in the conception of the pup. If Kagome had freely given herself, then the act would have no effect on her purity. These, however, were questions that no one would ever be permitted to ask. “Kagome-sama, your eyes were brighter at dinner then they are now.”

Kagome’s eyes were fixated sightlessly on the floor while a half-smirk played across her face. “Toto anchors me, reminds that I was not always in this place. Toto reminds me that I must continue to search for a way home. Follow the yellow brick road.”

“Kagome, when did you hit your head and become stupid?” Inuyasha ignored both the harsh look from the houshi and the warning growl from his brother. “Who the fuck is Toto and why can’t anyone else see this ‘yellow brick road’?”

The trance that Kagome was in broke at Inuyasha’s gruff voice. “I named the shadow Toto. I don’t know, it seemed fitting at the time. As for why you cannot see the path, it is probably because it is not yours to walk.”

“No you don’t, wench, you are not disappearing again!!!”

Inuyasha was standing in front of Kagome breathing erratically. Sesshoumaru had let loose a snarl when Inuyasha dared to call his bitch names. He was immediately on his feet in front of the offending male that dare threaten his bitch. “Hanyouu, you dare to command what is mine?!” Sesshoumaru’s eyes were already rimmed in red, his voice barely comprehendible through the growls.

Inuyasha took note of his brother’s stance and immediately submitted. The whines riddled his voice with his next statement, “You don’t understand, Sesshoumaru. The last time she disappeared it took me two years of searching to find her. For two years no one, not youkai, not human, had seen, heard or even smelled her. Two years.”

Sesshoumaru studied his brother’s absolutely defeated attitude, and decided his brother was not a threat. It was the bitch’s ability to disappear that was the threat.

“It was only two years? It seemed longer, but I guess you do know what it is like to try and avoid detection from every living being.” Kagome looked at Inuyasha, and there was pain in her eyes. “Have you ever done something so horrible that you wished that you could hide from the light of day?”

“Kagome-sama, what did you need to run from?” Miroku had been waiting some time for her signal that she might begin to tell what she was trying to escape.

“I’m sorry Miroku, I … I killed Kohaku.” Her eyes stared at nothing but the floor and her voice would not rise above a whisper.

“What?! No, you didn’t Kagome; he was just a casualty after Naraku died.” Inuyasha did not want to hear anymore of this.

Sesshoumaru remained quiet. He began to realize just how much she had held from the others. Did she tell them of the slayer’s final betrayal?

“No, I stabbed him in the heart.” Kagome ignored the collective gasp from Inuyasha and Miroku; she needed this to be out in the open. “Shippo and Kohaku came to aid me because I was too weak to do anything on my own. After Shippo … after he … after I failed my son, after he fell I saw it. The reason why we could never find Onigumo’s heart in that time was because it was hidden right beneath our noses. Onigumo’s heart beat within Kohaku’s chest.

“I did what I could for him, I took as much of his guilt and pain that I could before I killed him. He found peace in death, he found self-forgiveness, but I did not. I purified the bone I sent through Onigumo’s heart to ensure that none of Naraku nor that bandit’s deeds attached themselves to Kohaku’s soul. I pray that his next life holds more happiness and peace.” Her eyes were rimmed with tears as she stared straight into Miroku’s soul. “Sango’s will not.”

“Why will Sango not find peace? You said that she went to her death free, Kagome-sama?”

“I lied. I thought it best for you to move from that field guilt-free. I am glad that you found happiness with another. If Sango had more time she probably would not have carried so much hate.

“Sango followed Kohaku and I, she saw his final moments. What she did not know was that it was not his own heart beating within his chest. Did either one of you ever wonder why Kikyou chose to save Kohaku instead of the light within the jewel?” Kagome pinned both her former traveling comrades with her flashing eyes. There was rage and guilt deep within the powerful orbs. “Kikyou offered Kohaku the chance at redemption. She tried to save one last victim of Naraku’s crimes. Kohaku had the chance to live and the time to find forgiveness for himself. In the end, Kikyou’s kindness was my burden to carry.

“In Sango’s final moments, she could not see beyond her hate of me and my actions. I tried to take that hate from her before she died, but she would not let me.” Only seeing Miroku anymore she begged him to understand that she could no longer carry this. “She did not think of you in the end, only her fallen brother. That day I could not save her, but I realized that I could save you. We both knew her well. If she had lived longer, though she never would have forgiven me, she would not have carried that much hate. She was right that I betrayed her. Her hurtful words stopped me from trying to explain to her why it was necessary, I did not give her the chance to understand.

“I have always played my role as martyr. Though at times I complained, I have still always played it. Over the years, I have had a voice whispering in my head about her betrayal. Now that the voice is quiet, I understand how I wronged her. Every time I have played the role, nothing good has come from it.

“I have lost too much already to even begin to hope that any of my feelings come from a pure heart. I have done my duty, I have walked the path set out for me and yet, every time, I am thwarted by an arrogant dog. NO MORE! No longer am I anyone’s bitch.

“They say that I must kill that which grows within me. I will not. I cannot. This child, however ill- begotten or poor-timed its conception, will not suffer my failures. Kikyou ensured I was the perfect conduit to the shadows. Well, I am tired of being a tool. You all have your warning: do not follow me.” Kagome stood and began to walk out of the room. She would save her child, she would find a way.

“NO!” Sesshoumaru had listened to her, and with every word he and his beast became more enraged. She denied the pup was his. She denied what he had done for her. She denied him. “BITCH, YOU ARE MINE!” The roughness of his usually smooth baritone voice spoke of how completely his beast was in agreement with the statement.

In a deadpan voice, Kagome’s reply sealed her death warrant. “Go to your whores. I am not yours.”

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Rin had left the room without complaint. She sat in the room she had been told to wait in. Things were not supposed to be this way. From the moment she had heard that Inuyasha sought Kagome’s protection through her lord, she had worried.

Madoka-sama was infamous for being a vengeful bitch. She manipulated and controlled many within the West. Rin had spent much of her time, trying to go unnoticed by the old dog. Rin knew that there was some sort of safety in being Sesshoumaru-sama’s ward, but that did not protect against everything. The old bitch probably had more blood on her hands than Naraku could ever dream of.

She never understood what had caused the sour feeling in her stomach, but she did understand life within the West well enough to know there were a multitude of things that could go wrong. This was one problem she did not foresee.

Rin never thought she would live long enough to see Sesshoumaru-sama sire a pup, and she never thought hell would become cold enough him for to sire a hanyou. The reasons behind Kagome-sama’s pregnancy were unknown to her, but she knew that her lord had to have a good reason for pupping her.

Rin had always looked at the stoic tai-youkai as a father of sorts. True he was not overly (or at all) affectionate with her, but the older she grew the more she noticed that no father was that way with a daughter. Sesshoumaru-sama had done his duty by her. He had ensured that she was fed, clothed, educated in the things that females should know, and provided a safe place to grow up. He had married her off to the first suitable male that vied for her attention when she became of age.

All the things that were proper for a father, an alpha, to do, he did. Many called him arrogant, but that was not fair. He was noble, both by birth and nature, and his pride was great. However, the most essential thing about Sesshoumaru-sama was that honor was not just a word used to define his character; it was a living, breathing entity that must be protected.

In order for her lord to pup the miko, his honor must have come into play. Rin had seen Kagome challenge Inuyasha’s authority when she was younger. The young wife hoped that Kagome had learned better than to challenge an alpha, especially an alpha of Sesshoumaru-sama’s stature.

Rin desperately wanted to be in the room with the two she loved most in the world, but it was not her place as a woman to intrude. She sat in the room all alone wondering what the future held for the West. The rebels had finally been put down, but now there was yet another reason to revolt against the reigning lord.

Rin longed for happier times, but understood that such musings would never come to fruition. What was life but one struggle after another?

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Yuichi would not fail. The last time someone needed him, he found his courage too late. Not this time. He would make it to the miko in time. He did not question why he was so in tune to her aura; he just was and her discontent was overpowering her aura.

Yuichi followed the feeling until it became so strong it was painful to push closer to her. Absently, he noted that he must be within the lord’s private area of the citadel. It did not matter, nothing mattered but her.

He slide the shoji open; the room on the other side appeared to be a study of some sort. There were four beings within the study. One was the miko he sought, the second was the lord, and the two others were unknown males. The unknown cursing hanyou, was being restrained by a human. No, not just a human, but a houshi.

The houshi was trying to talk the hanyou out of attacking his brother. Oh, so this must be the hanyou that was the second son of the great Inu no Taisho. Yuichi focused on the miko’s aura. There was something there, but it was hard to discern in between her aura from that of the tai-youkai, who was currently dominating her, placing her in a rather comprising position.

Sesshoumaru had ripped through her many layers of cloth, leaving her exposed to his vision, and all others in the room, for that matter. The clawed hand that had been shredding her kimono, roughly grabbed her sex. “MINE!!”

Yuichi saw it, a third aura, but why did it look like that? Yuichi was very aware of the situation; still, he would risk his life if it helped her. He steeled himself against the inu’s wrath. “Why is the aura not hanyou?”

The room stilled. Sesshoumaru regained himself to grasp the fact that he had just exposed his breeder in front of other males. His body moved cover to hers and he felt her stiffen when presented with the physical evidence of just how far he would go to prove she was his.

Kagome whimpered and shivered in terror under the youkai, seeing that she had no pathway for a physical escape. To make it all the worse, Sesshoumaru was growling at her. It was not loud; in fact, it was a soft rumble from his chest, but he was still growling at her.

“She doesn’t understand you, you bastard. She’s human.” Inuyasha’s stance had gone lax in Miroku’s hold as soon as he had heard his brother’s soft growl.

Kagome heard her best friend’s, her protector’s voice. The only lucid thought in her head was to reach him. Before Sesshoumaru understood what was happening, he looked from his prone position on the other side of the room to see his bitch cowering behind another male for protection from him.

Inuyasha noticed that he was in the directed line of path of one very pissed off tai-youkai. He had not been this confused since Kikyou had first been reanimated. He had sworn his allegiance to his brother, he had given his submission to his brother, his brother had sworn to protect Kagome, but who was to protect Kagome from Sesshoumaru? The choice was rapidly boiling down to two options: his honor or Kagome.

Miroku, well aware of the intricacies (or lack thereof) that were in play, had honed in on the one thing that might defuse the entire situation. “Kit, what do you mean the aura is not hanyou?”

Yuichi did not appreciate being the center of attention of the two sons of Inu no Taisho; however, this was for her, and she was worthy of any sacrifice. He cleared his throat and spoke with false bravado, “The little one. The aura is not that of a hanyou. She is human and obviously the sire is youkai, so why is the offspring not a hanyou?”

Miroku was intrigued. He could not see the aura of the child, but he did not doubt that the kit could. Often times kitsune had enhanced abilities to help them for survival. It was a breed that relied far more on intelligence than power. “What does it look like, if not hanyou?”

Yuichi stared at the miko’s stomach, his confusion was written all over his face. “I don’t know. It is most obviously not hanyou, but then it is not necessarily human or youkai. It is almost as if the aura is in flux.”

Kagome paled, protectively grabbing her lower abdomen. No one saw Sesshoumaru move. One moment he was on the other side of the room, the next he was sitting in the spot where Kagome had cowered. He had her cradled in his lap, his hand over hers so that they both were protecting the pup. The two grown males were sure that the world was ending when they heard what the stoic lord said.

“The pup will be fine. This Sesshoumaru will allow no harm to come to his pack. Kagome, you will watch the pup grow up to be a strong warrior.”

Kagome heard him. She had the power to fix this, but that was the problem. It was going to take power. She would have to tempt the wish to fix this. She looked at the stranger holding her. He was not the beast she knew, nor was he the pompous asshole she liked to snicker about. This male was the father of her child, he was the one willing to stand by her and fight for said child.

She moved her hand from her face to touch his. In the back of her mind, she knew this would be the first time she ever touched his face. The irony was not lost on her; this was the one who took her virginity and she had never even touched his face.

‘Lions and tigers and bears, oh my.’

Kagome spoke softly to the male that had bound her so tightly to him, “If I tell you what I really fear, will you listen?”

Sesshoumaru knew there was more weighing on that question than her trust. In that moment she held the eyes of a sage. This tiny little slip of a woman knew exactly what was out there and why even the darkness feared it. The time had come for answers, “Hai, my breeder.”

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AN: Thank you for reading, please review.

Emily