Roses and Thorns

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Aisuru – sweetheart, beloved
Daijouka – are you okay?
Doushita – what’s wrong?
Damare – be quiet/shut up
Iya – no
Ite – ouch
Nani Yatten no – what are you doing?
Okari Nasai – welcome home
Neko – cat
Arigatou – thank you (informal)
Arigatou Gozaimasu – thank you very much
Gomen Nasai – I’m sorry
Areh – eh? Uhh.
Oi - hey!

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For I sworn thee fair,
And thought thee bright,
Who art as black as hell,
As dark as night.

--William Shakespeare, Sonnet CXVII


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Kagome was humming to herself and dancing around the garden enjoying the day when one of Sesshoumaru’s servants came into view, nearly startling her.

“Excuse me Lady Kagome, but Lord Sesshoumaru requests you join him in the library.”

“Oh? What for?”

Lunari was taken aback; she did not question her Lord and Master.

“Um, he did not day my Lady. Only that you join him immediately.” With that, she bowed her head and left for the palace.

‘I wonder what his handsomeness could possibly want now.’

Displeased that she had to leave the outdoors, Kagome started mumbling things under her breath as her wings fluttered pink for a few brief moments in annoyance. She never noticed the pair of red eyes that watched her from afar.

“So that’s what happened to their daughter. She’s the once human miko.”

Kagura watched as Kagome left for the palace entrance and sat down against the tree she was hiding behind once the girl was inside.

“She doesn’t even know who her parents are. Her mother and father were the two most loving people I had ever seen.” She looked back towards the huge double doors. “I envy you Kagome.”

Kagura may belong to Naraku and obey his commands, but she was still a woman after all. She herself wanted to know what real love was like. She too wanted to know the loving touch of a man. She also knew that it was nothing like what Naraku did. She shuttered as some of those memories passed across her eyes. She closed her eyes as tears came forth when the thoughts of the time he transformed and used his tentacles on her. He had laughed and smiled saying that he just wanted to see what she would look like when he filled all of her orifices. He even went so far as to create open wounds all upon her body and dug into them as he plunged into her over and over again. It took her a long while to recover from that particular night. She did anything to protect her younger sister from his touch. They may only be Naraku’s incarnations but, Kanna was made a child and she would do all she could to protect her from such harm.

Almost as if he could hear her direct thoughts, Naraku’s voice vibrated throughout her head.

“Kagura, tell me of your progress. Do you have anything new for me?”

“No. There’s nothing new to report. Do you really think I wish to be killed by him?”

“Do not take a tone of voice with me Kagura.” His voice seethed through her head.

She winced, expecting the usual pressure on her heart.

“I know of what you have been thinking Kagura, and just for the way you have acted, with nothing to report, we will be enjoying that again tonight. Is that understood?”

Her heart sank lower than it had before.

“Hai, Naraku. I understand.” He broke the connection when he heard her confirmation.

With no one else around, Kagura broke down and gave heart wrenching sobs to the wind.

“Damn my heart and damn Naraku too.”

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Sesshoumaru was seated behind his mahogany desk reading over some of the older scrolls he had found.

“The Faeries Call”

A spell for summoning faeries

Sit where the cat sits.
Cross your toes.
Close your eyes.
And smell a rose.
Then say under your breath:
“I believe in faeries, sure as death.”
Come to me.
Come to me fairly.
Each lad and lass.

‘Interesting. I wonder why I have never heard of this before.’

A wonderful scent hit his nose before she even entered the room, and he could tell she was annoyed. If it weren’t for his inu nose, all he would have to do is look at her wings. Of course, her face carried a false smile and bright eyes. He knew better. He could have gone outside probably, but he didn’t want to chance losing such an old and precious scroll.

She stood before him, her hands clasped behind her back. She was such a beauty. The streaks in her hair never stayed the same shade, same as her wings. The gowns she kept coming up with to cover her body were exquisite. Some were long, most were short. Sometimes they were dark shades that made her beautiful dark blue eyes stand out, and other times they were light garden like colors that she mostly wore outside to play with the children in. He even counted one day to see how many times she changed her gowns, the maximum so far was seven.

“Are you going to continue to stare at me or are you going to tell me why you called me in here?”

Sesshoumaru ignored her indignant tone.

“I asked that you come here because I may have found something of interest to you.” He turned the scroll around so she could read it.

“Why would I want to use something silly like this?” She slid the piece of parchment back over to him. “Don’t you think they would have come to me once it was known what I am? I know somewhat a little of how the youkai world works. As in any culture though, gossip runs fast. So, where is my father? Where is my mother? I don’t need this “Faerie’s Call”. They should have come for me already if they really wanted me.”

Anything that had any color on her now turned a deep dark vibrant red. Sesshoumaru could see her aura, and it burned like fire around her. It was no longer the steady and peaceful calm that usually surrounded her. He took note of this.

She turned and was about to storm out of the library when he called to her.

“Kagome, have you tried using any of your miko powers since your current transformation?”

She stopped with her hand on the door frame.

“No, what any concern of it is yours?”

“You may want to keep in practice. You may still need them.” He went back to reading over some of the other scrolls. “Besides, this Sesshoumaru is throwing a ball in a few days. We may need to figure out how to conceal those wings of yours. From what I have read, they will be a total distraction to the other taiyoukai’s that will be attending.”

Instead of getting an answer from her, there was only silence. He looked up, she was already gone. Her scent lingered in the air. His lower regions twitched and he mentally groaned.

‘Damn, I’ve gotta have that woman soon.’

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Inuyasha walked alone in the forest. He had already hacked enough tree limbs to cool his hanyou temper. Now he was just wandering along.

“I just still can’t believe she’s a faerie. I hope Kikyo or Kaede can explain this to me. How could this have happened?” Then he stopped where he was. “That fucking Kouga almost had her too. What the hell was he thinking? She’s my girl. Well, she was. I think.” He sighed heavily. “I guess not. I have to admit though, I liked when she would look at me like she would follow me to the ends of the earth and back.”

Tears began to flow freely as he continued on. Not caring at that moment if anyone saw him. His black hair felt as if it weighed him down even more. His nails were only just barely sharp. He wanted to go kick Kouga’s ass so bad, but he couldn’t in his current condition. He needed to get to Kaede soon.

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Jaken had busied himself with the tasks set before him by his Master. He did not want to be caught around any faerie. They were thought to be souls turned away at the gates of heaven and hell. Not good enough for one, not bad enough for the other. Hence why they were believed to need a demon mate, so the soul would be worthy enough when and if they died. People of this nature gave Jaken the chills. If it was such that a demon could get chills. In other words, they just creeped him out. The ball was in just two day’s time, and it seemed like nothing was getting done properly, so he had to jump all over the others so everything would get finished on time. Or else his Lord Sesshoumaru would have his head. On a silver platter. He was checking his list when a demon servant with a yellow table cloth walked by.

“No, no, no! We are using the maroon cloths this time! Put those away immediately! Lord Sesshoumaru would have both our heads if we don’t get this right!” The chibi demon ran behind the servant, rushing her along.

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Sango and Miroku had taken this opportunity to enjoy Lord Sesshoumaru’s palace. It was beautiful. Much smaller than a castle by far. Still gargantuan to what was their normal home.

Miroku had just finished his bath in the hot springs when Sango came into his room and slowly undressed. He turned when he heard the sound of fabric moving.

“S-Sango, what are you doing?” Being the hentai he was, he didn’t bother to cover himself excluding the towel wrapped tightly around his well defined body.

A blush rushed up to her cheeks turning them an almost hot pink.

“I-I wanted to share this with you. We’ve yet to defeat Naraku, and we don’t know when your wind tunnel is going to give out, so I’ve been wanting to give you this for a long time now Miroku. Please don’t try to stop me.”

“You don’t know how much this means to me Sango, but I’d rather we be properly wed before you gave yourself to me.”

“I don’t.” She was already out of her street clothes and was now shrugging out of her slayers uniform.

“What if someone comes looking for us?”

“I’ve asked that we not be disturbed unless Naraku himself were here.”

“Ah, I see.”

Sango looked down at the floor, unable to move any longer. She was completely naked now. All clothing gone. Miroku moved to wrap his arms around her. Her body was slightly cold, and she practically melted into him.

“Oh Sango.” He whispered as he kissed the top of her head and held her tighter.

“Miroku?” The name barely made it out of her mouth.

“Hai, my Sango?”

“I love you. I love you so much.” She buried herself into his body, as if he were going to disappear.

The monk picked up the demon slayer and laid her on the soft plushy futon. Pulling his hand out from under her head, her hair was splayed across the pillow as if she were in water. They stared into each other’s eyes for seemed like a lifetime. He leaned down closing his eyes, his soft lips capturing hers in a sweet almost innocent like kiss. Sango deepened the kiss as she opened her mouth ever slightly to dart her tongue over his. Miroku felt shivers go down his spine, and his growing member. He opened her mouth ever more, tasting her above as he wished to do so below. He reached for a lonely breast, taking note that she was tan all over. More hentai thoughts entered his mind making him want to pick up the pace. Her hands went to his hair which he left unbound. He had used some of the shampoo Kagome had given him, and it smelt really good. It also left his hair silky soft, and Sango was enjoying running her fingers through his jet black hair. He gently massaged her breast, slowly bringing a calloused thumb across a nipple making it taut.

Sango felt something poking at her through Miroku’s towel and broke the kiss trying to see what it was. He leaned off to the side when she looked down. She blushed a thousand shades of red, realizing just what was so hard pressing up against her and looked away.

“It’s nothing to be afraid of my sweet. Here,” he took off the towel and out popped a very swelled very nice looking piece of anatomy. “this is what was pressing into you. I’m sorry if I was hurting you.”

“Oh no, no, you weren’t. Not really anyway. It just felt like a…rock through the towel is all.” She could barely get the words out without blushing even more.

He smiled at her. His gorgeous demon slayer. He truly loved her and there was no one else for him. He was only a flirt is all. He laid himself on top of her, careful not to put his full weight so he wouldn’t crush her. His lips found her neck and placed a hot slick trail of kisses down past her collar bone, landing squarely on top of the other breast, circling her nipple with his tongue. He gained himself a slight moan from her. He slid his hands down her sides. One smooth, one with cold beads which made her pull away somewhat. Miroku chuckled. He made his way down to her waist, kissing and swirling his tongue in different places, he continued on lower to her nether region. She looked up when he saw she had practically no hair. Kagome was sharing other tricks with the thing she called a razor indeed. It only fueled his fire further. He spread her legs so he could place himself in perfect position.

Sango tilted her head up.

“W-what are you doing?”

“Not to worry Sango, I believe you are going to like this.”

“O-okay.” She laid her head back down.

Miroku took one finger and just lightly slid from the bottom up earning a gracious moan from his lover. Her hands had left his hair and were now grabbing onto the sheets. He then took both hands and pried her open just ever so slightly and quickly licked her sweetness. Her body arched up as she grabbed onto the sheets tighter.

A whispered “Oh yes” was barely heard.

Miroku grinned like an eager kid in a candy store.

He then proceeded to work his magic on her. He darted his tongue over the sweet bundle of joy that was hers and she thought she was going to die right then and there. He continued his assault on her as he then inserted a finger into her creamy wet core, making him harder than he ever thought possible, and he worked it in and out of her slowly at first.

When she began to moan continuously, he inserted a second finger, picking up the pace. An idea popped into his head and he worked a sutra on a dangling strand of his beads. Instead of it being pliable, the sutra he chanted in a whisper made the beads stiff as a rod. He slowed his speed down with his fingers and pulled them out while she whimpered from the loss.

They were soon replaced by the beads he made stiff and as he touched her dripping core with something cold, she gasped. In slid one bead, then another, and again another until all six were in. He pumped it in and out of her slowly at first, then again picked up the pace as she begged him to do.

Only a few minutes passed like that until Miroku decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He swiftly pulled out the beads and replaced it with his hard as a rock cock. Sango nearly screamed at the contact. Flesh in flesh felt so good. He was hot and hard, and damn it felt so delicious.

Sango groaned in delight.

“Miroku, you feel so *moan* good. Faster, I want you to go faster.”

“Ungh,” she was so wet, he was ready to let go at any moment “as you wish my love.”

He pumped in and out of her fiercely.

“Faster.”

He grabbed her shoulders from behind as she dug her nails into his back and sped up his pace.

“Oooooh, deeper. Go deeper.”

He shoved himself to the hilt inside of her until he hit a wall. She nearly screamed.

“Come for me sweet Sango, let me feel you.”

Her breasts bounced around as he worked his way into her as hard and as fast he could possibly could manage. She could feel her walls tightening around his hardness.

“Oh Miroku, I think-I think I’m gonna…OH!”

Miroku felt her clamp down on him which made him just lose it. He shot his warm load into her deeply, which made her clamp down even harder, jerking every which way. He pumped until he couldn’t pump any longer, his member going a little limp. When she pulled her hands away from him, she saw blood.

“Oh no, did I hurt you badly?”

Her lover only chuckled.

“No my sweet. I will heal sufficiently.” He then placed a chaste kiss upon her lips before he collapsed beside her.

Within moments, the two were asleep, arms draped around the other. Exhausted from their new activities.

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So, it wasn’t the pair you were expecting, but I’m working on them. Their path is going to follow a daydream I continuously have when I listen to a particular song. They will have their day soon. Believe me. So, please tell me what you guys think. Like I said before, I’ll do a chapter dedication for my 100th reviewer. Whoever you might end up being. I hope everyone is enjoying this fic so far. I love my readers!

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