Red

Red Winter

Winter's cold does nothing to chill my need, borne of summer's heat. I bask in the burning hunger to claim and reclaim the Kagome-bitch anew. Snow crunches beneath my bare, tireless feet as I carry her, shivering against the cold so she must cling to me, to my warmth. And I am warm, Kagome-bitch, I am fire against the ice. I grin as she wraps her arms around my shoulders and we run through the storm for cover. She shudders as I dig my claws into the skin of her hip, scrape her tender flesh to hear her whimper. I remind her, without words, that her existence depends upon me, not him. The hanyou, the golden-eyed weakling: I cannot be sure she no longer desires him deep inside, longs for that tame existence, though she no longer names him, even in her sleep. I keep him from her as I keep her from the others. I am not Inuyasha. I am unnamed and unnamable, that which claims what it wishes without regret.

The wind at last lets up, and now the snow falls thick and wet through the darkening sky. The world is a blanket of silver, frigid and barren, but it cannot dampen my spirits. As I run on, I reach back between her thighs with a possessive hand and she moans softly. How I have come to relish the sound! I lick my sweet, sticky fingers as at last I see a cave ahead. I claim the cleft in the mountainside for ours. We will no doubt be snowbound within. This pleases me well and she knows it. I lay her on the cold ground then cover her. I will keep my bitch warm and safe for my use, here where even the heavens can bear no witness.