Red

Red Bridge

How many moons now, my bitch? How long is the ebb and flow of moon and tide and blood and the dance we do within ourselves and with each other since I have taken you from the hanyou and from friends more feeble even than he? I keep us moving, red eyes seeking out ever new caves in new mountainsides, snowcapped or flower-dotted. They won't find us, neither companions nor the stilled will of the golden-eyed mongrel within me. My confidence in keeping the others from us is even stronger than my knowledge of your need. For you need me now, Kagome-bitch-not only in my determined possession but because I have remade you, recast life for you. Life is in the world I fashion for you. Life is in the way I claim you. Life is in the way I make you pant with need, dripping with sweat, tears, and the monthly blood that I devour and observe, careful not to plant my seed when it is likely to take root. Life begins and ends with us, bitch. There will be no new little fur-tipped hanyou, no future generation of impure beasts to stain the earth with their existence.

You smell of dependence now, as you never did with my other. Surely you know it. But do not recoil; there is no shame. I have labored hard to break you, bitch. It was perhaps not a fair fight, from your perspective, but a fight it was, and one worth more worth winning than I suspected when I began. You had bow and arrow then, beads that made the hanyou whine and scrape. You had whim and caprice and a foolish quest whose ending left you ready to abandon the weakness known as Inuyasha. And he would have let you go, return to your time. I could not, did not. You know well that there will be no more talk of "home." There will be no escape. Now you have me and only me. I am your world. I am the bridge between you and the precious hanyou who proved unworthy of you. Only as I let you see him reflected in my visage when I close my eyes and you can pretend, for a moment, that you are safe as once you were. A false safety you will, in time, extinguish entirely from your mind. See: I am the path between life and death. Now and until you die, you will walk with me.

Claiming your desire was the easiest step: you always had banked fires within you. I saw the blaze within each time I burst forth, for I, too, am an inferno. I pinned you with crimson gaze and youkai markings I bore proudly. I am your warrior. The golden-eye could not see your thirst for the pleasures of the flesh. Sun-blinded by his pale sight. Oh yes, your body was easily won, not by being tamed or shamed but by being roused. My fuck brought you to life in ways he could never imagine, cannot even fathom now as he cowers, cold within me. Claw and fang, tongue and cock, blood and come: I feed you life, Kagome. And your lips, your cunt, your luscious pale flesh and cries of pleasure as I own you, over and over again, are sweet reward for one who values triumph.

And I do triumph, I gloat, even: he cannot even rage within me now. His voice is dim as I ascend and possess you. He fears the truth that his bitch is mine as she was never his, could never be his. Dreams of courtship, futile human marriage rituals, seeding a new generation of mixed-breed weaklings! How can such stand up to the crimson reality of the luscious animal my Kagome-bitch truly is at her core? A core I plumb with pistoning cock and demanding mouth, rough hands and youkai hunger. Can the hanyou bear the sight of our victory? Watch and learn, shamed one, watch and learn.