unbreakable

Sesshoumaru lazily rose into awareness, his body activated even more slowly. When consciousness became fully alert his aura told him he was alone in his territory, with no immediate danger in the vicinity. Oddly though he had woken to such a warm and mellow satisfaction that only managed to relax him deeper into the forest floor.

Sesshoumaru had never felt so...content. Even compared to his last Heat, where his beast had forced him into the submission of bloodlust for the first time. When he later woke in a puddle of blood, feeling quite nice, Jaken had informed him of his beasts outing. Apparently several northern villages had been demolished at his claws and even Narakus pungent blood had lingered on his body with the humans.

The light scent of Narakus miasma passing under his nose triggered his memories of last night and he became consumed in his passing thoughts.

He had been by a river downwind and to any onlooker it would seem he was just staring off across the banks. A soft wind brushed against his mokomoko and played amongst his silver strands of hair. But there was a raging war being battled within his minds landscape of a forest. His claws viciously striking against the razered talons of his demon.

Fighting aggressively for dominance his beast snarled "submit to this one Sesshoumaru!" Finishing with a slash across his chest and through his midsection. It left Sesshoumaru breathless as blood burst from the cut.

Sesshoumaru glared at the giant dog demon pacing back and forth as he stood. "This night will be no different than the last."

"We must go to mate." The dog whined before sitting down. Growling at his alter ego.

"This one will find a mate during our last Heat. No sooner." He remarked, wiping blood from his chin where it had splashed up in the frenzy.

"Mate is found. She calls to us now." The beast stood looking defiantly down at his master.

"The scent from a miko in heat will not lead us to our mate." His amber eyes shone brightly with great superiority.

Laying down in defeat he growled at the thought of having to wait until next season to claim her. He wanted her! He has wanted her since that first moment in his father's tomb. A nigen woman of all, that had managed to claim his father's sword.Though the thought of having a Mikos blood gracing the insides of his belly had been the initial reason. Time had changed his perspective and he wanted her to become their mate now. He would have no other.

Sesshoumaru sighed in disgust at his others lust for his little brothers wench. Though she was a miko it was nothing worth getting into when the consequence of breeding would arise. When he mated with his one it would be just that, his one and nothing less. Or atleast mate a bitch that could give full blooded heirs and bring more land under his reign. He would have no other. And the bitch was apart of another pack. His brothers leftovers at that.

Just then the smell of sex and Naraku splashed into their nose on a strong gust oof wind. The demons ears pricked up and turned sideways as he bowed his giant canine head. "Then bloodlust is given?" Sesshoumaru gave in to his request and allowed control to their shared body. Hoping Narakus quick death might suffice and give him back control.

They had reacted by punching a hole through the spider demons naked chest. Their claw just missing the spine on its way through and dug halfway into the bark beneath the poisonous flesh. While the other nails caught Narakus throat against the tree trunk.

Narakus tongue snaked out spraying miasma down its length as it slithered its' way around his stolen Dragon arm. It melted the weaker scales revealing pieces of muscle and Sessshoumarus grip slackened. Having him pinned allowed the half breeds oder to fester in the space. Along with a strong minty scent of arousal. Mixed within the death tainted smell of the mikos blood. The foul creatures hands were coated with it.

In that moment Sesshoumaru was abruptly caged to the back of his own mind as his beast forcefully took complete control. Sesshoumaru was unable to move from the darkness until his beasts hunger was met. And only darkness occurred while Sesshoumaru was trapped from the intensive need allowing his beast the strength to hold him there.

The memory was so vivid that Sesshoumaru still smelled the blood of his brothers wench. With the minty tingle of her sex coating the back of his throat. He almost spat, to think his tastebuds didn't find her ningen oder offensive.

Raising his arm to take inventory of the damage he realized it was no longer there. He assumed it disintegrated in the battle he must of had with Naraku. Then made a mental note to kick Jaken for finding such a weak replacement. The toad would imediatly begin a search for a suitable arm with another swift kick out of a window for emphasis.

Rubbing his eyes in annoyance with his only hand he stilled getting a strong whiff of winter and mint. It tingled down the back of his tongue causing him to swallow. Just now noticing the stout taste of blood coating the inside of his mouth. Aside from the poison underlayed in it's flavor. It was absolutly delicious.

At the sound of movement beside him he instantly reacted. The moment a ruffling noise of fur sounded he threw his mokomoko aside and found himself crouched over a female with his claw wrapped around her throat. In an instant he barely recognised the big blue eyes, though her face was filthy and sunken in, he knew her.

"Miko..." he growled. "Why are you in this Sesshoumarus' presence?" She blinked a few times past the glare of daylight but otherwise laid still, barely breathing.

After waiting for an answer his eyes landed on the metal wrapped around her throat. He tightened his grip just missing the collar and cutting off her oxygen supply completly. She closed her eyes and her body began to spasm. He loosened his grip from her neck deciding for another tactic. The fresh scent of blood was seeping out of a closing hole in her torso." Why is your blood staining this One's poperty?" He called his acid and allowed a few drops into the wound. It would only take a few seconds for his poison to enter her system then she would scream the answers at him.

He waited a couple of minutes as her body twisted and bowed under him. He couldn't help but notice how naked each of them felt as her skin rubbed against his person. The breath of silance from her open mouth brought the stronger smell of miasma. Even breathing in a massive amount of Narakus mixture It wouldn't have taken her voice away. He moved himself off of her to inspect the rest of the mangled body. There were so many wounds, some were healing and others had reopened to bleed across her body. He smelled his saliva on a few of them and figured his beast had helped along the healing prossess.

But in a few of her worst cuts Inuyasha and even Narakus nails had left a scent of what torcher they had done to her skin. And even their teeth had opened a few wounds on her chest.

He thought it odd how thick his scent was on her even if she had spent the night beside his person. It was hard to decipher her oder from everything else but the scent of death lingered upon her flesh. Which one of them had been the cause of her worst wounds? Why did he care what had happened to her human flesh.

She blacked out and her heartbeat slowed to a soft thud echoing into his ears. In a matter of seconds he was standing on the bank of a nearby hot spring, getting more disgusted with the stronger smell of her sex mixed with Naraku and his brother. His cloud formed benieth him and he was about to head home when his beast stilled their body's movements.

"Do not leave mate."

"What have you done?" Sesshoumaru asked just realizing why his scent had been so strongly intertwined with the Mikos'.

"We saved mate. She is ours now." He visualized a giant dog demon sitting down and sighed."She needs us."

"This Sesshoumaru will never accept her." He bowed his head in defeat letting his hair hide all emotions. "She will not be treated as mine..."

"Needs of mate shall be met nonetheless."

"Negotiations are in order. You can have your time, but this one still has a castle to run." He began rubbing his eyes in agitation. Her scent invaded his nose and he glared at the dog.

"Mate is mine for the nights. But this day she is mine."

"At dusk she is yours for two days."

"Unacceptable." The demon growled before caging Sesshoumaru and taking control. "Mate is mine for this day."

With nothing more the cloud dissapeared and the beast made its way back to his broken mate. Sesshoumaru could do nothing but witness all the disgusting things that his body was forced to do to the human. While his beast was preoccupied he decided to use this time to try and form a plan of escape. He would be damned if he was stuck with the bitch for the rest of his life. That was unacceptable.