Instinct

Disclaimer: nope still don't own them.

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. Yes, there is lemon in this chapter so anyone not of age should go elsewhere.

This has to be one of my longest chapters. Over 20 pages. I do hope you enjoy. Please excuse any grammar errors. I use to have a beta for this story...now I am alone again, so needless to say I am trying my best.

Please, be kind and leave a nice reveiw...

Chanda


Chapter 19
I Think I Will Name You Kirara

A black and white two-tailed cat demon, the size of a house cat crouched down eyeing an unwary pheasant. She needed the kill for herself so she could feed her hungry cubs; she left safely back at the den. This kill would produce enough milk for her babies…at least for the time being, before venturing out to hunt again.

Out of instinct, it was natural to leave the safety of her companions--it was her first litter. She knew it would be a while before she would return to her small pride: that consisted of one male, and two females.


Long blades of grass gave her excellent protection. She crouched down, as low as she could, her rear shaking with anticipation. With her outstanding eyesight, she waited patiently. She was careful not to make a sound. She did not want to startle her unsuspecting prey. Then without warning, she pounced on the bird, with deadly precision.

Colorful feathers flew around as the startled bird tried to retreat, but the cat was much faster. Her small fangs pinched around the throat of the startled bird. The pheasant gave one final squawk, before the cat quickly broke its neck.

She carried her prey by the neck, its limp body dangling below. She was constantly sniffing the air. The wind carried a metallic scent; it was without a doubt blood…fresh at that. Her heart began to race, and she growled fiercely. There was no mistake in the coppery scent…this was her litter. However, another scent mingled in with her cubs. It was another male!

Her red eyes widened and she transformed. She was now the size of a horse, fire flamed out her paws, and her teeth became long sabers. She disregarded her previous kill, which now lay in the dirt.

She was surprised there were no scavengers in the area, and she dreaded going home. She wouldn’t know what to do if she saw a raven eating her cubs. The thought made her snarl.

She sprinted towards her den. She approached a large nook in a rock formation. Large blades of grass and twigs that usually hid the den---was now in ruins. Blood splattered around the foliage, and her cubs were unrecognizable.


Slowly she approached her deceased litter. She nudged the tiny beasts with her soft black nose. She could only hope that one of her cubs made it. Nevertheless, the brutal scene before her said otherwise. Her cubs were lost. She roared as her heart broke.

The male she scented was all over her cubs. Fear spread throughout her body. What became of her mate? Did he survive? She snorted, she knew better. He was the pride leader. It was his duty to mate and keep his pride safe. He would fight any other males who dared challenged him for territorial rights.

If the challenger won, he’d have the rights to the females of the pride—and kill their cubs. Just so, it would guarantee his-own seed, as the females would again go into heat.

It didn’t make sense…she was still in his territory and he would’ve caught wind of the other male miles away…but he wasn’t here and she was all alone.

With a mournful cry, she roared against the setting sun. There was no reason to stay. She knew that her mate was gone…he had lost the fight, and the carnage of her cubs was all the proof she needed.

Retreating from her den, she suddenly smelt the other male. He was close. She turned to look behind her. There he was with his murderous glory. The black male stood above her on the ledge. She growled dangerously, showing off her powerful fangs. She was not ready for a new mate. In addition, that’s what he was here to do claim her.


He was much larger than she, and knew the risks of fighting the male all to well. It could mean her demise if she did not submit. She hissed at him making sure he received the message.

She was not here to mate!

“You dare challenge me!” he snarled.

‘She’d bare me fine cubs,’ he thought. The black male stared down at her his long thick ebony mane frizzed, making him appear larger. He was now the male in this pride…she would have no choice but to mate. First, he needed to defeat her into submission.

She narrowed her eyes ominously at the male before her. Hurt, pain, and anger evident in her crimson gaze. Revenge now coursed through her veins. She would have great pleasure killing the beast that defiled her pride.

She stood in a defensive position. Her claws extended gripping the ground beneath her, just patiently awaiting his next move. She knew she would have to be cunning if she’d have a chance at surviving this battle.

She never thought that this despicable act would ever happen to her. She’d die, before ever submitting to the new male above her. All her pain released in a bellowing roar, “I will never be with you! And yes…I challenge you to the death!”


The male lunged at her with frightening prow. She jumped out of his way quickly. Unfortunately, she wasn’t quick enough; she received a nice sized gash on her hindquarters. She howled in pain as she crashed into the field. Shaking her head stunned…ignoring the pain to her left leg.

She watched him leering over her expecting her submission. Yet, he killed her litter and took away her mate. Her triangular ears flattened to her skull. She snarled viciously at the challenging male. She looked him dead in the eye. Quickly she swiped her claws in the dirt, throwing it into his face; landing in his eyes.

With him briefly distracted, she rose from the ground. The wound dug deep into her nerves, and she willed herself to ignore the intense pain. She crouched down in a striking pose—mostly used for hunting. She shook her massive body aiming, precisely where she’d draw her strike.

With quickness of her own, she lunged at him swiping her claws. She managed to hit him in his thick mane. She could only hope that she was able to damage the skin.

She could smell his blood, as he roared in pain. Relentless to stop she attacked again. She swiped at his face. She ended up scratching his cheek almost cutting into his eye. She watched as his head rolled back from the force of her powerful paw.

He never had time to react towards the blow. Snarling, he felt the brute force from her paws.

Satisfied she drew blood she still craved more: he needed to die. It was time to finish this battle. Lunging quickly at his throat…with her powerful jaws and her strong-arms wrapping around his neck. She dug her teeth into his skin, hoping to damage the jugular. Like all her previous kills, it was instinct alone. Crush the windpipe--suffocating her victims.

Yet, fate took a different turn, and he was much stronger. He struggled against her jaws thrashing his head around, trying to throw the female off him. He could feel her hind legs digging into his sides, as she tried to remain in control. Lunging his body towards the ground, she fell with him.

The now angry male had an advantage; he swiftly kicked her off his throat with his hind legs. He could feel the warm blood on his claws as they left a devastating scratch on her underbelly. The blow was nearly fatal, almost cutting her innards of her sensitive stomach.

Howling in pain, she had no choice but to retreat. The male had won this battle, and she needed to tend to her wounds. With a growl of frustration, she took off to the skies as fast as her legs would go.


He gave pursuit; this female would not get away.

Inuyasha and Kagome made their way into the chambers, where the leather straps still lay. Inuyasha smirked, recalling that stimulating night. His member twitched, thinking about the sweet tortures that she bestowed him and his brother.

Walking over to the large open windows, he could hear the cawing of birds. ‘They must be following Kagome.’ He growled not liking that he would not have any downtime with her. Quickly he closed the shutters, of both windows. He locked them with the latch, hoping the wood would withstand their powerful beaks.

He glanced over at his mate who sat on the bed deep in thought. “Kagome, why don’t you take a bath and relax love. I will be here to make sure you are safe,” he stated proudly with a hint of tenderness.

The bath did sound good to Kagome, and his tone wasn’t demanding—it was suggesting. She had to admit she was tense, and she really didn’t know what to do with the newfound jewel. Should she put it in one of the draws, or place it under her pillow. She just did not feel comfortable, leaving it period. She decided to take it with her. She slowly stood up, and looked at her mate, walking over to him she gave his a soft sensual kiss on his lips--slowly, tenderly, and meaningful. “ I think I will take you up on that bath, my love,” she paused and looked at him hungrily, “ would you care to join me?”

He gazed into her eyes, bewitching him with a deeper love, “I would love to! First, I must make sure the area is secure. I’ve already inspected this room and it’s safe. I assure you love I will be there shortly.” Inuyasha smiled, he wanted to take her right now, yet new she needed some down time he could feel her tension.

“Okay love…but do hurry,” Kagome said lustfully, as she stripped her clothes off in front of him never leaving the gaze of his eyes. Stepping out of the fallen gown, sauntered her way gingerly towards the bath, with the jewel tightly in her fist.

Inuyasha growled, feeling his member harden almost painfully. With a quick adjustment, he tried to hurry to complete his mission. Closing the doors behind him, he sprinted towards the vase he chose earlier. Grabbing the flowers, he then ran back to his room, locking the door behind him. Sniffing the air, he sighed with relief. He did not feel comfortable leaving her…but he also didn’t want her to see his surprise.

Walking towards the double bed, he broke a couple of petals and scattered them across the silk blankets. Finding a wide beeswax candle, he lit it giving the room a soft sensual glow. Leaving two blue Irises behind he placed them on the pillows. Smiling at his romantic theme he hurridly undressed, and followed his nose that led to the lavender oils emanating off his mate.


Kagome stepped into the warm springs. She flattened her ears as she dunked herself under the water wetting her long locks. She held the orb close to her chest wanting to wash herself. Suddenly the jewel began to tingle in her hand, almost reading her very thoughts of being placed away from the safety of the demon. Kagome sighed, ‘what am I going to do with you?’

The Shikon Jewel began to glow, leaving a pink-bluish tint, in its wake. A soft voice surrounded the sudden silence of the room. “Kagome, do not be alarmed, my child. For I am Midoriko. I do not have a lot of time, before I return inside the jewel once again.”

Kagome felt a rush of fear when she heard the ghostly women’s voice, but fear soon turned to sorrow when hearing the name of the entity. The one who’s trapped, and still fighting for the very existence of her soul.

Midoriko could also feel the emotions of her protector. She could sense the fear earlier, yet it turned into sorrow, “child, do not be sad for me. I did what fate wanted me to do…stop the evil within this world. That is why, I am not free, and neither are you! Now you carry my burden.” She waited for a response, yet the girl remained quiet. “My protector, I will grant you what you so desire.”

“Desire?” Kagome asked, with a confused undertone.

“Yes, I will grant the well access to you and your mates…but only you three will be able to travel back towards your time. Kagome do not stay long for a great evil is coming for you, and the power I hold within.”

Kagome furrowed her brow, “you mean Naraku! Don’t you?”

“Yes, he’s after the power to mate with you…your different than other demons. You still hold your Miko-blood. It’s surprising you didn’t even purify yourself or your mates when you turned. Which I’m shocked to say the least…you’re very powerful Kagome.”

Kagome rolled the jewel between her fingers, absorbing Midoriko’s information. “How do you know about me?”

Midoriko chuckled, “I did live inside you most of your life. Let me say, it was very dark, yet I could hear everything around me. I’ve always known what your heart yearns for. I still know all your emotions. Until I am free, we will always be connected.”

Midoriko, began to feel weak, she exceeded much of her power. “Kagome, I must return to the jewel. Just think of me and I will be there.” And just like that, her voice dissipated. Midoriko returned to the jewel, rejuvenating her power. She could still see Kagome’s hand, as her fingers idly spun the jewel around in her palm.

Kagome was still at a loss, everything happened so quickly. She didn’t even ask where she was suppose to keep the jewel since it refused to leave her being. Without thinking thoroughly, she began talking to the orb, “thank you Midoriko. I do hope I am a powerful protector as you say I’m. However, there is the small problem of me trying to take a bath…and to be honest I’ve nowhere to place you since, you don’t want to leave the safety of my hand.”

Kagome felt a tingle in her mind, almost like when Naraku meddled with her thoughts. His aura was dark and sinister. Yet, this feeling was gentle, kind, and secure. She could almost here Midoriko laughing---at her no less.

“Fear not child, for I’m working on that very problem as we speak.”

Just then, a small silver rope began to come out of the orb. Kagome stared, her mouth agape and her eyes widen. “Don’t just stare at it!” Midoriko hissed. Kagome obliged and grabbed the fine thread. Suddenly at the other end of the jewel, another strand of silver formed out of the Shikon Tama.

“What is this? It feels so soft.” Kagome couldn’t help but ask, she was utterly amazed that Midoriko could pull a rope out of the small orb. Looking at the half twined jewel as it began to take shape of a necklace.

“This is the hair of a white dragon that is trapped in the jewel with me. We had a fight, and I took some of his hair sparing his life. Now we are no longer fighting each other. I assure you that his hair is very durable. Once you place the strand around your neck, the hair will merge into one. It will not fall off, or break, when pulled,” Midoriko said.

It was amazing; Kagome was baffled to say the least. How could something that look so small one minute, and then be as long as the strands of my hair the next? “Thank you,” she replied as she placed the ends of the dragon’s hair around her neck. Kagome began to feel the sensation of thousands of needles pricking the back of her neckline. Rubbing the irritated skin, she felt no knot, no clasp, nothing! Giving the necklace a firm yank, nothing happened. It as what the priestess said, ‘unbreakable’.

There was no… you are welcome just silence. She looked down at the jewel that now rested just above her cleavage. She smiled; she would be able to return home.


Deciding answers would come in time, she needed to finish her bath before her mate decided to bust through the doors. Grabbing the lavender oil, she poured a small amount on a sea sponge. Kagome began to exfoliate her body. Next was her hair; it felt matted. Grabbing the next bottle, she poured some of the fragrant liquid into her palm and gently massaged her scalp with her claws.

Dunking her head under water, she rinsed away the five hundred year old shampoo, and left her hair feeling soft and clean but she still missed her conditioner. Moreover, she was not about to put fat into her hair. She couldn’t wait for her feminine products in her own time. She would definitely be stocking her supplies before she left. The thought made her sigh. How was she supposed to go shopping looking like a werewolf, or wheredog? At least that’s what the people would think. They would never comprehend a demon; to many movies proved that theory.

She laughed, slightly, maybe they would think it was just a cool costume, ‘I could lie and say that a new movie is being filmed. I would have to think of some famous director from America,’ she smiled at the thought. She did not notice a large boom from the double door, or Inuyasha standing over her in the nude with a predatory glee.

Hearing a break in the once calm water, her ears twitched, and her essence calmed instantly. “Inuyasha my love it’s not polite to startle your mate,” Kagome laughed. She lifted her head returning his lustful gaze.

He approached from behind her. Inuyasha lifted her onto his lap. She could feel the harden flesh rubbing against her womanhood. Causing pleasurable bolts of electricity throughout her very core.

“Now why would I want to do that?” he asked.

Inuyasha found his hands caressing her hair, and couldn’t contain the rumble deep within his chest. Her hair smelt wonderful, almost like the flowers lying motionless on the blankets. Soft and sweet, he smiled as his claws went through her hair like a comb, removing the unwanted tangles. Inuyasha felt his mate lean forward for better access to her long silver strands.

He continued, raking his claws through her now untangled hair. Unfortunately he still needed to do the under layer, next to her neck. He could hear her whine in protest when he stopped. He just laughed and began the process all over again, this time going deeper in her thick mass of hair. Inuyasha ended up grabbing the necklace in one of his claws as he dragged it down the tips of her hair. He could feel the tension and figured it was just a stubborn knot. He tugged his claws out of her hair accidentally bringing her back on his toned chest.

“Ouch!” she whimpered as she rubbed her swore neck.

Inuyasha hissed trying to adjust her body around his hardened length and the way she was nestled happen to be very painful. “ Kagome, what the fuck!” was all he could muster, as he shifted her to a more comfortable position.

“Well you didn’t have to choke me!”

“I didn’t choke you! What do you take me for? I would never harm my mate!”

Kagome suddenly felt ashamed, she shouldn’t of barked at him. He didn’t know about the necklace. “ I’m sorry, love.” She held her head down shamefully, as her tresses covered her face from his angered view.

“Kagome! I’m not mad at you,” he tried to lighten the mood. “ That was some knot, was it not? Only for you to land into my awaiting arms, and that’s nothing I think you should just feel ashamed of.” He began to move her hair back, looking for her hidden eyes. He wanted to see the look of love and admiration on her beautiful face.

Kagome began to laugh, “Inuyasha, that wasn’t a knot.”

Confused Inuyasha said, “ then what the fuck was it?”

Kagome turned her body, holding the pink orb in her hand, “it’s the Shikon Jewel, and Midoriko helped me turn it into a necklace.”

”She what? How in the hell? When did you talk to her?” his questioning persisted.

Kagome chuckled. His eyes were wide with utter shock. Calming herself from her laughing fit. “I’m sorry, love,” she laughed again, ignoring the growls coming from her mate.

“What the fuck is so funny?” he snarled.


Leaning forward, her lips almost touching his, “ you are cute when you’re mad Inuyasha,” she purred.

He smiled then grabbed behind her head bringing her lips to his. Filling her mouth with his tongue as the war erupted into a heated frenzy.

Breaking the heated kiss, Kagome ran her soft lips over his cheek, working her way to the nape of his neck. Gently nipping and kissing the soft masculine flesh, “you know what else she told me?” she asked, in-between her ministrations.

He panted slightly, running his fingers through her hair playing with her soft ears. Listening to her voice lull him, --as she loved him in ways he never dreamed possible. He tried to speak, but her hand was on his throbbing member. Her actions were leaving him utterly speechless. He hissed, when her claw scraped over his sensitive skin.

The only words he could muster were, “Oh God, Kagome…feels so good!”

She smiled, as she watched him squirm under her touch. Her soft fingers gliding over his tip. Her palm wrapped tightly around his erection. She leaned forward and kissed him, as she felt his arms wrap around her waist.

Inuyasha’s claws trailed down her body, finding her swollen clit. He carefully began to rub the sensitive flesh. His claws grazed lightly over her wet flesh, causing pleasurable moans from the demoness above him.

Her hands were torture on his penis--she would stop, and then start again. This foreplay was excessive, and he wanted her now!

Her legs wrapped around his waste as he scooped her up out of the springs. He made no time returning to the bed, and then letting her slide slowly down his body. “Close your eyes love.”


Kagome complied. She had a smile on her face and she could smell something floral. He whispered in her ear, as he turned her around.

“Open your eyes love.”


She gasped, “oh Inuyasha…their so beautiful.”


The female two-tail cat demon, tried to outrun the male. She was tiring quickly, and her wound still had not healed. She needed to land soon. She kept turning her head and sniffing the air. He was behind her…maybe a half a mile away. ‘To close.’


Sango sat out in the gardens. Two men had caught her attention: The handsome monk, who stood up to Jaken---or the exotic wolf prince. They both captured her heart, and she was indecisive with which man would she allow to court her.

She watched the golden rays fall behind the tree as nighttime was approaching. She always loved coming out here at night. Here she was free, from her daily chores inside the castle.

Even with the beautiful sunset, in the distance. Two faces flashed before her: Miroku and Koga. Why couldn’t she get these men out of her head? She groaned and began to rub her temples. She would just have to find out for herself. “Men!”


“What about us men?” A deep voice said behind her.

Sango froze, was he here to punish her? Did Jaken tell him? She turned and showed her respect; bowing as low as she could to the stoic Lord in front of her.

“Rise Sango.” Sesshomaru ordered. He was alone, and battling his urge to break the deal with his brother. He too wanted his mate’s touch--her kisses intoxicating, her fingers heavenly—he could only imagine them running down his body. He shook his head; he did not want to think of her now. He didn’t expect to see Sango sitting out here as well. ‘ That saves me from tracking her down.’ He thought as he patted the inside of his robe.

She rose with her head still down, “ I am sorry my Lord. I will leave the gardens.” Sango began to walk away when a hand grabbed her arm. ‘Shit…I didn’t wait for his command to release me.’

“Stay! Keep me company…unless you have other plans.” It wasn’t a question, more like a demand; and she found herself panting fearfully.

‘What are his intentions?’

His arms linked within hers; as he led them to a stone bench, “sit.” He watched her with a smirk grin. He could smell her fear. He did hear of her prior incident with Jaken.

“Yes, my lord.”

He chuckled, “ Sango? How long have you been staying with us in this castle?”

‘Why is he asking me this…does he intend to fire me?’ She pondered, as she stared at Sesshomaru with bewildering eyes. “Seven years…I believe my lord.”

He smiled. His nose twitched, he was very aware of his surroundings…of course he could do without the crows squabbling in the trees. Grabbing her petite hand, he placed it in his lap. “Sango? I think it’s time for you to find your…mate.”

Her face felt like molten lava—here she was in nothing but her white nightgown. Her hair braided, readying herself for bed. Instead, she was sitting with the lord having a conversation about men. “A…a…mate?” Sango stuttered. ‘So, he’s not going to fire me?’


“Yes, Sango…a mate. I am all too aware what goes on inside these walls. Just because you do not see me…well I am not obtuse. I do know this, the wolf prince has his eyes on you…as well as the monk.”


Sango gasped, she couldn’t believe she was getting advise from Sesshomaru. She was never comfortable with him. He was so cold one time, and now his demeanor has changed. “Yes, my lord. I seem to be in a dilemma…I don’t know which one I like more.” She would definitely be working out in the dojo tomorrow morning…anything to release some of this stress.

“Follow your heart Sango…as far as Jaken, he will not interfere in your courting. You will have as much time as I seem fit for you to find yourself a suitor. You may live here as long as you wish…but you’re no longer employed here. If there is anything, you need please feel free to ask.”

“What! What do you mean…I am no longer employed? That cannot be right, please my lord. Forgive me if I have caused trouble with Miroku. I didn’t mean to snap.” Sango pleaded, getting down on her knees.

Sesshomaru laughed, and lifted her off the ground, “ Sango, your not being punished. After you lost your family, I took you in under my wing. Yes at the time, there was no way I could have gotten away with what I am about to do now.” Digging into his white coat, he pulled out a letter and handed it to Sango.

Confusion spread over her youthful face as she read the parchment. “Is this what…?”

“Yes, Sango.” Sesshomaru interrupted. “ You are now a noble-woman. I’ve given you a title. Rise Lady Sango.”

“I cant except this… my lord.”

“Yes and you will! In time, I will set you up your own land, where you and your husband/mate will rule together. With your warrior skills, you would benefit greatly as an ally.”

Sango blushed, this was all to overwhelming for her—from rags to riches—now she was standing before Sesshomaru as a Lady. “I don’t know what to say? My lord.”

Sesshomaru smiled, he was pleased with his gift. “A thank you would be proper, my lady.”

“Thank you,” she bowed, with crimson cheeks.

Sesshomaru stood, “now if you will excuse me I have a brother to go and pester.”

“Yes my lord.”

Sesshomaru stopped, “please just call me Sesshomaru, there will be no more formality between us.”

“Yes my lord… I mean Sesshomaru.”

He smiled, “very well goodnight Sango.”

Just like that, he disappeared into the shadows. She sat back down her legs feeling weak. She looked over the parchment. ‘How did he do this?’

A rustling in the nearby bushes sent her out of her musing. A large white cat emerged then collapsed on the ground. Sango could see a red stain under its belly, from the fading light. “Sesshomaru!” she screamed, hoping the demon heard her. She was hesitant to approach the fallen demon. Yet, her legs pushed her forward, her mind screaming…no pleading with her to help this cat.

The closer she got the more injuries she could see on the feline. She had scratches down her hind legs, as the blood seeped slowly out of the angry wounds.

She never noticed the black cat hiding in the shrubs.

Sango’s steps where slow and cautious. With one more careful stride, she screamed when another—larger cat demon jumped out from behind the foliage. The cat snarled, at Sango.

‘No…I wont let him hurt her!’ Yet, she stood there frozen. Fear taking over all rationality—if she fled, he would catch her. If she fought, she smirked. Well if she were to fight him, she would surly die. She just wanted to close her eyes and wait for the inedible.

A sudden breeze flew past her, as the black cat hissed and arched his back. Sesshomaru came to her rescue and now stood between them. ”Sango, leave now!” he demanded as he snarled, at the cat before him.

The male hissed, “You will not interfere! The two-tail…she is mine!”

Sesshomaru sniffed the air, “I highly doubt that, since she doesn’t have your mate mark, nor does she smell like you. From what I can see, you trying to forcer her!”

Sango stood safely away from the two angry demons. From what she could make out they were communicating…of course to her it was a bunch of barks, yips and growls. She had no idea what they were saying. She just stood and observed. She kept glancing over to the white cat. ‘Sesshomaru please hurry.’ She thought hoping the fight would dissipate so she could look after the female.

“Well I have her now. Leave us dog, so I can mate in peace.”

Now normally Sesshomaru would have disregarded situations like these. However, this male was starting to piss him off. In a weird way, he pitied the female. “You are in my lands now! If you don’t turn and leave, I will have no choice but to make you.” Sesshomaru stated, clenching his fists together.

The male knew he was no match for the powerful demon standing before him. ‘She might of won this round…but I will have revenge.’ He pondered, looking back at the female then returning his glare at the dog.

Sesshomaru watched the cat carefully, “ well cat! Leave and live another day, or meet your maker today!”

The cat hissed one last time, “you haven’t seen the last of me dog. I will come back when you least expect.

Sesshomaru roared, “ Is that a threat? Are you really that stupid to take me on?”


The cat knew he was pushing dangerous ground. He needed to return to his small pride. “Until next time…dog.” With that, the cat took off into the sky--retreating towards the sunset.


Sango was pleased there was no bloodshed this eve. She began to run towards the fallen feline when once again she was grabbed, “please let me go…I need to see if she’s okay.”

“No! I will approach her…she’s still a wild animal, and may attack you.” He watched her nod her head in understanding.

Slowly he approached the cat. “Are you able to stand?” he asked the cat. He growled as he observed her wounds. He could smell his blood oh her paws as well. He was pleased to see that she was alive and her wounds weren’t fatal. Her heavy pants indicating that she was in a lot of pain.

She tensed hearing his voice, thinking that she’d been caught. Yet, his voice was gentle and soothing--not deep and menacing. She sniffed the air…it was the scent of a dog. She opened her eyes, taking in her surroundings. She was in a garden in someone’s palace. She observed the female human, and growled slightly. Humans were dangerous…always hunting them for their fine coats and sharp sabers. However, this human looked upon her with compassionate eyes. Turning her head, she did not want to believe that some humans where good. She looked upon the tall dog demon.

She snorted, “ a dog…looking after my well being?” She began to rise, careful of her tender wounds. “I’ll manage on my own…thank you.” She began to limp away. She needed to find a safe place to tend her wounds.

“If you leave, he will find you. Then probably finish what he came here to do in the first place.”

He was right. She stopped, and looked up at him. He seemed trustworthy, “who are you?”

He smiled and gave a bow, “I am Lord Sesshomaru of the Western Lands. You are in my territory and I could offer you protection…if you chose.” He cocked his head, “and you are?”

She snorted, “ I do not have a name…cats don’t need names, like you dogs and humans.” She turned and gave an angry glare at the human.

Sesshomaru noticed her sudden attention, “ that is Lady Sango…I assure you she’s not here to harm you.” Sesshomaru gestured Sango over. The cat began to growl. “If you harm her in any way …it will be a quick death.”

She stopped snarling, “I do not fear death…my lord. And I will not harm her, you have my word.”


Sango approached the two demons with caution.

“Fear not Sango she assured me that no harm will come to you.”

Sango had a plethora of questions, “ you can understand each other? What is her name? Why is she here? And furthermore, who did this to her?”

“Sango calm down,” Sesshomaru said. “The black cat demon did this to her, as of why…he was here to mate her. Yes, I can speak with other demons, although cats and dogs could always understand each other…they just never agree to anything. Cats are prideful as us dogs. However, they are also coy. As of her name, she has none.”

Sango slowly approached the feline, listening to the male. She hesitantly reached up and stroked her soft fur, near her ear. “Sesshomaru? Would you ask her, if she would except a name from me.”

Sesshomaru nodded his head, “Two-tail, my human companion would like to know is she could give you a name.”

“What?” she asked startled, but the girl’s soft hands felt good against her skin. The kindness was comforting to her broken heart. She thought about it, ‘what harm could it be... I never thought about having a name.’ Returning her gaze towards the lord, she gave her answer.

“I would be happy to except a name from the Lady.”

Sesshomaru smiled, “Sango she accepts.”

Sango beamed, and then looked down at the cat, “I will name you Kirara”

‘Kirara’ it sounded good, and was easy to pronounce. ‘I wonder what it means.’ It would take some time to learn the human’s language. “I like the name, my lord. I would like to know of it’s meaning.”

“It means cloud-mother.” He responded, and then turned. He needed to leave find his mate. “Sango show Kirara to her room where she can rest and heal her wounds.”

“Kirara, Sango will show you where you can stay for the night.”

Kirara nodded her head, and actually enjoyed the human’s attentions. She was nervous…there were new scents and sounds. She followed her human companion inside the castle.


Inuyasha had all night to pleasure his mate. His member was throbbing, yet he wasn’t ready to enter her yet. Pleased with himself that she had three orgasms so far…he didn’t think it was enough and continued with his foreplay.

Her legs were trembling, and a light sweat glistened her body. His claws gently raked over the valley of her breasts--pinching and nipping at her erect nipples. Her hands gripped his shoulders as his tongue did wonders to her throbbing body.

“Please Inuyasha…”

“Please what my love?” he taunted. His tongue lavishing her swollen folds, as his fangs rubbed over her sensitive clit. Loving the pleasurable moans escaping her mouth.

“Please…” she begged again. “I need you.”

“Not yet love.”

His touch was torturous. She did not know how much more of his ministrations she would be able to withstand.

“Now! I need you now!” she panted.

She gasped when feeling his harden member move through her tight walls. He hissed, as she adjusted to his member. “So tight.” He murmured. Lifting her hips, he continuously pounded in to her.

The slapping of skin was erotic—her pants and moans—enticing him. He buried himself deep within her, tight walls.

The bed rocked, with his powerful thrusts. His lips crashed against hers, hands roaming freely over her nude body. He was so close. Her breathing told him so was she?

Lifting her legs upon his shoulders, leaning forward he drove himself in her repeatedly. With the position, he could bury himself deeper inside her.


Inuyasha howled against the night, as he climaxed inside her, as he continued to ram into her, hard and fast until she came.

They lay their panting for air, against the cool night. Inuyasha lifted himself off his mate, and snuggled her closer to his body. The night was still young, “get some rest love,” he said as he kissed her. She just looked upon him with loving eyes. With a satisfied smile, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber.