The heart of the demon

Warning: Dark Lemon.

Chapter 1

Sesshomaru ran through the forest, his fangs bared as he ripped through anything that came into his path with his claws. The soft groaning of trees that came falling to the ground, the harsh cries of animals that died, they were all ignored by him as he continued to run. He looked down at his arm, his newly regenerated left arm, and allowed a smirk to cross his face. It had been so simple to achieve this, and all with the help of the tainted shikon jewel that he had ripped from Naraku's body before he had finally disposed of the hanyou.

One hanyou down, one to go.

He had always said that he would be the one to kill Inuyasha, but up until now he had never really meant it. For some reason, it was now different. He needed to kill his whelp of a brother, and he needed to do it now!

Into the forest clearing where his scent was emanating from. Sesshomaru paused for a moment, taking in the sight in front of him. His brother was there, his hand on his sword, the sword that had been stolen from him. His hair was black, and the scent that emanated from him on this night, the night of the new moon, was that of a human. No matter, this was his brother, he was sure of it. And even if it wasn't, he was in the way of this Sesshomaru.

And there was only one way to rectify that.

Inuyasha had barely looked up to see Sesshomaru there before the demon lunged, his right hand glowing green from the poison flowing through it. A single thrust into the hanyou's chest was all that was needed. He heard his younger brother's choked gasp as blood spurted out of his mouth. Sesshomaru withdrew his hand from his brother's chest, and watched as blood spurted out from the wound.

Would his brother bleed to death, or would the poison kill him first? Either way his death would be quick. Sesshomaru smiled in satisfaction, licking his brother's blood from his fingertips.

A sound from his left drew him to look around. He ducked as three sutra seals sped by overhead, hitting a nearby tree.

"Inuyasha!" called Miroku, looking at Sesshomaru with hatred in his eyes. That hatred became sudden pain as the monk found Sesshomaru directly in front of him all of a sudden, the demon having moved with lightning speed and again sinking his claws into the monk's chest, again filled up with poison. The monk gasped in pain, before collapsing to his knees.

Yet another sound, this one coming to his right. Again, he ducked out of the way, this time as a demon bone boomerang hissed by overhead. The weapon returned to its user, the demon-slayer whom he remembered as traveling with the group. This time his instinct was different. Normally with males it would be kill on sight, however when a woman tried to harm him, his instincts turned to domination as a method of subduing them.

So Sesshomaru again charged, knocking the demon-slayer's weapon away from her, then punching her in the gut, knocking the wind out of her. Not letting up, Sesshomaru grabbed her by the neck and threw her backwards into a tree.

Gasping for air, Sango slid down the trunk, but Sesshomaru caught her and hauled her back up to her feet. With his right arm grasped tightly around her neck, cutting off her air and causing Sango to gasp and choke, Sesshomaru used his left arm to claw off her clothes, leaving her bare naked, with a few scratches on her body from the clawing.

Sesshomaru's demon senses tingled. He half turned to see the demon-slayer's pet neko jumping at him, transformed into her battle mode, Kirara's jaws wide open, ready to snap down on his neck. He extended his left arm outwards, and sprayed a cloud of poison into the neko's face. The fire cat fell to the ground and transformed back into her normal state, mewing sadly as the poison took hold.

"Kira...ra..." choked out the girl, her eyes beginning to leak tears, and they scented of both anger and sadness. He smirked to himself inwardly. This girl should be more worried about what was about to herself rather than what happened to her comrades.

She was still struggling, so he brutally slapped her across the face with his left arm. Her head snapped to the side, and she ceased struggling, for the most part.

Now it was time to astern his dominance.

He threw his pants to the ground, revealing his stiff cock to her eyes, which opened wide.

"No... Please..." she whimpered, tears flowing down her face. She ceased struggling against him, but it was too late. Far too late.

He grabbed her left leg with his left arm, and pulled it roughly apart. Then, without any hesitation, he rammed into her, as hard as he could, going all the way in with the first shove, breaking past her barrier.

Sango cried out in pain and agony, her screams echoing throughout the forest. Several leaves from the tree above fell onto them as the force of his entry shook the tree to which he had her pinned.

Not wasting another moment, he withdrew and rammed into her again, quickly going at a fast pace. Blood from her nether regions quickly began to run down both his and her legs, and her screams subsided into moans, the nothing as the girl lost consciousness. The limbs on the trees above continued to shake and rattle as he drove the girl into the trunk with his repeated thrusting.

He was nearing his own release, and preparing to mark the girl as he did so, when his demon sense again warned him of impending danger. Withdrawing himself from the girl, he jumped out of the way as a sacred arrow blew through where he had been standing a moment before. It stuck into a tree a short distance away.

Sesshomaru looked to his right, where his brother's wench stood, notching another arrow into her bow. She was wearing her nightclothes, and she smelled as if she had just finished bathing in the hot springs.

Kagome gasped when she saw the sight before her. Her sister, Sango, was naked, battered, and badly hurt, lying against the trunk of a tree. She saw that there was an indentation in the tree that matched the outline of her sister when standing up. Kagome also saw Miroku on the ground, his hand clutched over his chest, blood seeping through his fingers, the monk moaning in pain.

Of Inuyasha, her beloved, she saw nothing of.

Sesshomaru though, was another matter. His eyes were red, although he hadn't transformed into his dog form yet. His kimono and armor was battle scored, with numerous strikes and cuts in it. The she gasped when she detected the presence of a large shikon jewel in his possession, this one tainted and totally black. She knew it had to have been Naraku's sacred jewel.

Then it all fell into place for her. Miroku's wind tunnel had closed earlier in the day, and no one knew why. They speculated that Naraku had been killed, but couldn't figure out who would have done it. But it was Sesshomaru who had done it, and the demon had withdrew the shikon jewel, and its tainted form had tainted Sesshomaru.

Which meant that she either had to purify the jewel, or kill Sesshomaru.

Kagome notched another arrow and let it fly.

Sesshomaru saw this arrow coming, and jumped into the air, letting the arrow sizzle under him, the poison whip extending from his hand and slicing through the bow, burning both of Kagome's hands in the process. The miko fell to the ground, whimpering in pain. She tried to rise and run, but Sesshomaru landed on her, pinning her to the ground, stomach first.

He wasted no time in repeating the procedure he had used against Sango, ripping Kagome's clothes off. Like the former girl, this one had pleaded with him as well, although she didn't stop struggling. If anything, her struggling became even more frantic.

"No, don't, please...you don't know what you're doing..." she whimpered, tears staining her eyes as well. Sesshomaru silenced her by entering her brutally from behind, again breaking brutally through her barrier.

Kagome, like Sango before her, screamed, her yells again echoing throughout the silent forest.

Sesshomaru then wondered how many people were in his brother's pack anyways, for again his danger sense rippled. He looked up, to see the kitsune, the normally cowardly little fox demon child that traveled with the group, flying through the air towards him.

"Fox fire!" yelled the little kitsune as he unleashed his attack. The weak fire washed over Sesshomaru's harmlessly. The demon responded by raising an arm and spraying poison into the face of the little kitsune. He dropped to the ground, gasping for air as the poison suffocated him.

Kagome took advantage of the distraction to rotate, to where her back was to the ground. She looked for the jewel, and saw it residing in the section of armor on his backside. With both hands she reached around him to grasp the jewel. She wasn't able to free it, but she held onto it with a death grip, trying to purify it with her touch.

Sesshomaru noticed her movements, and with a ferocious growl, slammed into her again, driving his cock into her from the front this time. Kagome gasped in pain, but did not let go of the jewel, even as Sesshomaru withdrew from her before slamming in again, developing the rapid pace he had used on Sango mere moments ago.

Still Kagome held on to the jewel, and it began to purify in her slackening hands as pain began to take hold in her body. Sesshomaru began to slow as his eyes started to loose their redness.

Finally, the jewel became fully purified, and the redness disappeared from his eyes, to be replaced by their normal and golden color. The jewel came free from his back, and she held onto it with her right arm as she collapsed backwards onto the ground, her body going numb.

When Sesshomaru came to his normal self, he gasped, his going wide to see the miko lying on the ground in front of him, naked. His ears and nose took in the senses around him, and he realized with a start that he was the one who had done this to her. He had...violated her.

Again gasping in shock, Sesshomaru stood, to look around him, at the carnage he had wrought. The demon-slayer lay against a tree nearby, also naked, also having been violated by him. Her heartbeat was very slow, and he was sure that she wouldn't last the night, having lost too much blood. The monk was dead, as was...his brother.

He threw his head back and let a piercing howl echo into the night when he had seen his brother. The howl was one of agony and grief. He had killed his own brother, his own flesh and blood, and half-breed as he may have been, he was still his blood brother.

"Thank...goodness...your...okay..." whispered Kagome, her eyes sad but also happy, glad to have been able to save him from the tainted power of the shikon jewel. She then closed her eyes as the dark of the night consumed her, and he lay still.

But she was not dead, nor would she be anytime soon, her heartbeat was still strong, and she had not lost much blood. The kitsune and the neko fire cat were still alive as well; the amount of poison he had given them was not fatal. He retrieved his pants and put them back on, before removing his armor and shirt. He wrapped the still breathing body of the miko in it, and then placed the kitsune and neko on top of her.

Lifting her body into his arms, he took off flying, back to his castle, where Rin and Jaken awaited his return from hunting Naraku...