A/N: So...apparently I find out someone thinks it's okay to snatch an idea or two from me as well as my OC. WHile the story aint a big deal to me since FanFiction is a community where people based stories off other stories...Stealing an OC bothers me greatly. Aimaru is mine. I claim him obnoxiously, rudely, prudently so. He's mine mine mine. That is all people. Enjoy this smutty, weird, and rather short...*coincedental punishment* chappie ya? *nods*
Chapter 13:
“Stop”
No, please keep going.
“Not there”
Yes, there, touch me.
“Not here.”
Here is so thrilling.
“It hurts.”
Ah, such blessed intensity.
“Wait…no”
More, more, more…YES!!
-D.O.D (>///>)
“You raised your hand to the wolf prince?”
Kagome looked away guiltily. “Not intentionally.” She muttered in embarrassment.
Iku rolled his eyes as he eased her legs up so he can massage them. “Not intentionally you say. Like its mere coincidence that his face happened to be within reaching distance.” He then spread her legs wide then reached up to suckle wetly on his two middle fingers making sure they were coated heavily with his saliva. “Are you experiencing any stomach cramps or anal discomfort of any kind sweetness?” he asked after pulling his wet fingers from his mouth.
Frowning, she watched him reached down to slowly push his fingers into her ass. Almost immediately, the tenderness around her entrance went away. “Not anymore.” Relief washing over her, she sighed.
She regarded Iku curiously as he inspected her sex and anus. “What kind of demon are you Iku?”
He smiled as he twisted his fingers inside her making her stomach flutter oddly. It wasn’t an uncomfortable feeling. In fact, with the help of his healing saliva, it was a pleasant feeling.
“A tree demon. One descended from the Ancient Ones.”
“That explains your healing abilities then.” She allowed him to lift her leg to massage her calves. The knots and achiness melting under the expert pressure of his fingertips. “Are all tree demons natural healers?” she asked with a sigh.
“More or less. I’m one of the few who can treat and heal most if not all illnesses and ailments in this world.” He moved to massage her thigh. “Lord Sesshoumaru’s poison is one of ailments I cannot heal.” He frowned then shook his head. “You’re pretty much a dead man before he even strikes you.”
“Interesting.” Kagome hummed thoughtfully becoming drowsy under his ministrations.
The doors to the pet quarters where opened to admit quite a few pets and their groomers. The pets crawled to their futons and lounged comfortably as the groomers went to work. Some massaged their charges, others inspected their genitals. A lot of them bear a small resemblance to Iku. They held that same calm nurturing air around them as they catered to their charges. “Are any of the other groomers tree demons as well?”
Iku looked over to the other groomers. “Most are yes.”
“Iku… also means ‘nurturing one’ does it not?”
“Yes it does.” His large blue eyes sparkled with amusement as he reached over to remove her collar and place it down to the side of him. Kagome could just kick herself for not noticing such an obvious opportunity before when he removed her collar.
She eyed the jeweled collar carefully. Maybe the opportunity was too obvious. Iku had to know that she was a miko of large power. So there must be some reason he can remove it so casually with no fear of her summoning her powers, but what? Did he think that she was so comfortable here that she had to will to leave? Hardly. If anything, the way
he treated her this evening, she wanted to leave more than ever now. But chances of escaping are too low to bother with trying, unless…
As lightly at she dared, she attempted to summon her reiki to her fingertips. Just a small, barely detectable caress of her energy. For her efforts, she was rewarded with a scalding pain at the back of her neck. Like someone was holding a lit torch to her skin. She screeched in pain at the suddenly heat blaring across her skin.
Without looking up from massaging her ankle, Iku chastised her with a click of his tongue. “I’m sure you knew it wasn’t
that easy sweetness. Did you really think I’d be so careless?” he pulled her upright by her wrist so that she sat up in front of him. “Here…” he touched the back of her neck where the burning sensation was fading. “I placed a spell to bind your powers. The collar’s purpose is now merely ornamental. We have to be able to take off your collar to prevent chaffing.”
Annoyed, the miko huffed. “Oh how gracious of my masters to worry about the deadly consequences of a collar.” She yelped when Iku smacked her thigh. It didn’t hurt of course, it just surprised her.
“So flippant…” he chuckled as he reached behind him. When he pulled whatever he was reaching for into his lap, Kagome glared up at him. To think she was starting to trust this demon. He smiled at the look on her face. “What did you expect? You may be my charge, but
he is my Lord and Alpha. I have orders to follow you know.”
“Hmph.” She huffed as she glared at the all too familiar device in his hand. Only this one was different. It was gold like the other phallus Aimaru used on her, only this one has loose thick and silky blue-black hair falling from the end of the phallus. Like a pony tail. When the hair suddenly came to life, she gasped and scooted back out of its seeking strands.
Iku shook his head at her and yanked her back in front of him by her ankle. He moved the disturbing device towards her. “Now don’t go getting all squeamish on me sweetness. It’s completely harmless. It’s only enchanted demon hair.”
She looked up at him incredulously. “
Only enchanted demon hair?”
He looked down at her flatly. “It’s not like enchanted things are a rarity in this world.” She watched him suckle the end of the phallus much like Aimaru had done. The hair’s silky strands caressing his face like a shapeless lover. When he pulled the device from his mouth it was glistening with his saliva. He reached over to pry her legs open. “Did you conveniently forget the punishment Lord Sesshoumaru given you?”
Now what did her punishment have to do with a cursed phallus? Frowning, she watched as well as felt him push the cold wet phallus into the puckered hole of her body, reminding her all too much of how Lord Sesshoumaru had taken her this evening. Immediately, the hair reached its fine silky strands towards the unsuspecting juncture of her thighs. Iku held her legs open as it stroked her exposed sex with feather light touches that tickled her skin so much it drove her insane. The damnable thing even knew to pay extra attention to her relaxed nub, coaxing it into hard bundle of nerves.
“Oh Kami, Iku. Make it stop.” She whined as the irritation became unbearable. The strands were ruthless with its caresses and then a few tresses entered her pussy seeking something. Surprised by the foreign sensation, she arched up off her futon, fisting the soft material in her hand. “Iku.”
Iku pushed down on her bucking body with one hand to her stomach. “Shhhh, it won’t do that forever. Just until it gets the nourishment it needs.” He attempted to sooth her with gentle caresses across her stomach. It only added to the many sensations washing over her body.
The strands inside her twist and squirm this way and that touching almost everything inside her. Like it was stroking dormant nerve endings, she didn’t even know she had, awake. And then, to her astonishment, the hair started to feel thicker, slick, soaked. The thing went from tickling her to slithering and nudging around her sex. It even tugged the hairs around her weeping folds. Damnable, she deemed the hair damnable.
“A demoness, by the name of Yuka, enchanted the hairs of this phallus to seek out the essence of aroused victims to keep its hair luxurious.” He twirled a finger around a stray lock of hair and chuckled at the expression on her face. “It became quite popular with the locals, demon and human alike. Not many here own such fine things so don’t be surprised to find yourself the envy of the palace locals, sweetness.”
Driven mad, by it constant movement inside her, Kagome barely heard a thing Iku said as she reached down to snatched the offensive things from her body.
Staring across the room looking at nothing in particular, Iku promptly reached up to smack away her hands. “How lucky you are. To be kept in a constant state of arousal; growing needier of your master’s touch. And just when you thought you are beyond a heated point of no return, he blesses you body with a soul shattering release that could either save you or ruin you. Yes…” He practically sighed dreamily. “Lucky you are indeed.”
“This doesn’t arouse me!” she protested as she reached for it only to have her hand smacked away again. She fell back against her futon in anguish, thrashing her body about in hopes to ease the growing ach in her body. It was starting to feel…hot. Making her body hum with that familiar throb she knew too well. But this couldn’t be need or lust. Not under the touch of hair. “Iku please…” she sobbed.
Iku, curse his soul, shook his head and sighed. “Your punishment is only beginning, so you best get acquainted with your new friend. It will be Lord Sesshoumaru who will remove it from your body.”
He finally released her thighs and Kagome immediately clapped them closed in hopes to stop the hair from torturing her. Unfortunately, it only made the hair struggle harder to torment her with vigor by slithering back and forth between her slick thighs to keep in contact with her sex. She became so wet from its ministrations that it made it so easy for the hair to slide across and around her sex.
“Just so you know, removing it yourself would be dangerous. It’ll only attach itself to you any way it can to make sure it stays near its source of nourishment. So don’t think that you can just take it out when I’m not looking.” He said as he stood and look down at her with an interesting expression on his face. The look in his eyes held the faintest trace of unspeakable heat as he observed her writhing form. She didn’t know whether it was perverse satisfaction or envy in his eyes when he suddenly smiled and walked away. “Sleep well sweetness. I’ll be back later to check up on you. I trust that you will heed my warning yes?” he asked even as he left without waiting for her assurance.
“Damn him.” she cursed a particular demon lord and moaned when the hair nudged at a particular spot inside her that had her gasping. The sensation it caused sent a wave of shocking pleasure up through her body making her moan deeply. If only it will only keep nudging there instead of brushing against moments at a time, then she wouldn’t resent it so much. Instead, it kept her on the brink of release only to stray to less sensitive areas in her body.
Kagome looked around the room to find she had the attention of quite a few other humans watching her intently as she bucked and writhed against her will on the futon that was becoming damp with her arousal. Knowing that she was under their lewd scrutiny made her flush hotly and cream heavier much to the hair’s delight. She turned away only to find more on the other side of her watching her. Some were even stroking themselves while looking at her and it made her even hotter. Lewder. Vulgar. Lustier. So much in fact that she had to give herself some sort of relief. Something…
Slowly, Kagome reached down toward her sex to rub her engorged clit surrounded by the stroking hair. Before she could touch herself the hair gathered a part of itself into a thick rope to smack sharply at her hand like a whip until she moved it way from herself. “No…” she sobbed as she let her redden hands fall to the side of her defeated. “Damn him. Damn Aimaru. Damn Iku.” She moaned. “Damn them all.”
She rolled over to her side in a useless attempt to sleep.
-
Sesshoumaru stood in the doorway of his mother’s chambers watching her carry on with her pets as if he wasn’t standing there. The stench of aroused human males was thick and suffocating and it was a wonder how his mother managed to stand it day in and day out. But then, as he thought about it, a room filled with the thick, exhilarating aroma of his aroused miko day in and day out did sound appealing. So perhaps he could understand his mothers penchant for it.
“Son…” she purred with a lazy smile as she lounged across the broad straining backs of her human males kneeling beneath her. Some of them looked downright grateful to take on her writhing burden as other males massaged her shoulders and feet.
“Mother.” He addressed her dryly.
Inu Kimi cocked her head and batted her pet’s hands away. They all seemed to lament the loss. “Why such a dry tone my son? That new pet not pleasing you properly?” she asked with concern laced within her airy tone.
“You sent for me.”
“Is that why you are so dry with me boy? Because This One has called on you?!” she started flippantly. “Is seeing me that annoying a task?” He watched her narrow her eyes at him while digging her elbow harshly into the back of one of her males. To this day, he couldn’t tell if his mother was
resolutely sadistic, or
naturally sadistic. She just took and acted upon her desires so cruelly in a way that made it seem… vital to her happiness. And the men beneath and around her seem all too eager to make sure she’s happy, no matter how strenuous or how degrading the tasks were.
“It can be.” He said honestly unconcerned for the affronted look on his mother’s overly beautiful face. She was such a cruel beauty. Eyes sharp and almond shaped rimmed with thick silver lashes. They always seem to mock you, as if they zeroed in on your weakness and scrutinize it until you become conscious of it.
“Hn.” She snapped her fingers and one of her males moved behind her so she can lean casually against his muscled chest.
All of her pets here are overly muscled humans. Tall, broad and heavily muscled from toiling in the fields or serving in their lords army before enslavement here. Of course his mother always provided degrading means to keep them in movement so they didn’t lose their physiques. “I didn’t want anything in particular.” She shrugged. “I just wanted to inform you that the Lords of the northern region wish to present their unmated females to you upon the morrow.”
“Send them home upon arrival. This one does not wish to be bothered with acquainting with anymore more demoness’.” He said as he turned to leave.
His mother chuckled behind him making him pause to look back at her over his shoulder. That mocking glare in her eyes annoyed Sesshoumaru more than usual. “My goodness…” she started with feigned astonishment. “What has changed that you wouldn’t even consider looking among the new batch of cunts willing to shackle themselves to your side?”
“Don’t be so crude mother.”
She waved a hand at him dismissively. “Has that little human manage to charm my son out of his duty to the Western Palace?” She accused, even as she grinned broadly at him. Goading him.
For a moment, Sesshoumaru regarded his mother silently before turning away. He said nothing as he walked down the long hall toward his wing of the palace.
“Was she too close for comfort my dear alpha?”
Sesshoumaru stopped to glare at his beta over his shoulder. The demon was grinning widely at him. “Seeing that you are here, I assume you delivered my missive to that minor lord.”
“I have.” Aimaru’s smile grew wider as he cocked his head. “What say we call upon our miko for the evening, hmm?”
Sesshoumaru turned away to continue down the hall toward his study. “Tomorrow.” He said then paused to look out of a window across the vast fields to the setting sun. “Call on Lord Kouga that evening. This one wishes to make amends for our miko’s behavior.”
Aimaru smiled brightly. “Dare I ask
how you plan to makes amends to our honored guest?”
Instead of an answer, Aimaru watched a slow smirk spread the demon lord’s heart shaped lips. It was that smirk that told Aimaru everything that he needed to know. Tomorrow was going to be an interesting evening; a very interesting evening indeed.
