Pure Evil

Well this is a treat before I take my rest for the night. Another chapter. Please enjoy.

disclaimer: The fact remains, I own nothing. I might wish for Sesshoumaru but I couldn't afford him in any case.


Pure Evil: Returned

“Sesshoumaru’s back in town.”

With those words Kagome’s whole world crashed. Sesshoumaru was in town. Sesshoumaru Taisho, evil incarnate was in the same city as her. All her instincts told her to run. Nothing good could come of it.

But she was getting married in less than two weeks. She had a life she had to consider. She could not run. “Is that so?” she said remarkably calm. It seemed so strange that the one being who could destroy her world returned and her voice remained calm.

“Kagome, you know what he’s like. You know he’s going to be looking for you. He’s already been asking everyone about your number.”

No one liked him for his involvement with Kagome. It was a well-known fact he used Kagome when he was in heat. They put up with him because Kagome had always defended him.

“What do you expect me to do? He’s going to end up finding me anyway. Really I’m not going to avoid my friend just because you don’t trust him.”

“Kagome you’re getting married.” Sango, of all her friends, knew of Kagome’s continued sexual contact with him. She worried that Kagome could lose everything that she gained in her relationship with Hojo because she might be hung up on Sesshoumaru.

Kagome glanced up to see Kikyou standing in her doorway. It wasn’t Kikyou, in her ultra mini skirt that caught Kagome’s attention. It was the one behind her. There stood Sesshoumaru, a smirk on his face as he listened to the phone conversation.

She knew he heard every single word said. How could he not? He was a demon of incredible strength. He was also so completely inhuman. “I know I’m getting married. I will be fine. Now I have to go. I’ll talk to you later Sango.” Before Sango could say anything Kagome hung up.

Kagome stared at her best friend. He had not changed a bit. He still had that beauty that always awed her with the cold eyes that equally repulsed her. He wore a long black trench over an equally black suit, allowing his flowing silver hair to stand out further than it naturally did.

She stared into that emotionless face she had known for so many years, both hating and loving him at the same time.

“Kikyou I’m taking my lunch now. Cancel my appointments for this afternoon. Mr. Tankanawa will have to understand.”

Kikyou glanced between the two. She never understood why Sesshoumaru was interested in being a friend to Kagome. Kagome had nothing on her in looks and sex appeal. As far as Kikyou was concerned, Kagome had not nearly enough experience to handle a sexual demon like Sesshoumaru.

But unfortunately she had to be happy with Inuyasha until she could find a way of getting Sesshoumaru in her bed. If nothing else, then perhaps she could get back at Kagome by telling Hojo about this. She hated Kagome for everything she had.

“Are you planning on being out the rest of the afternoon?”

“Yes,” Sesshoumaru answered for her. “I have need of your advice on a legal matter and I’d rather do it where I am more comfortable.”

Kagome almost sighed with relief. If there was one thing she admired about Sesshoumaru, it was his honesty. The demon refused to lie. Maybe he was going to respect her wish of being faithful to her loving fiancé. She certainly hoped so, but knew it was probably asking for too much.

~*~

“Please… don’t,” As soon as the elevator doors had closed he attacked. Kagome felt his grip on the back of her neck tighten slightly as he commanded her to silence.

His hand already shredded her underwear. She whimpered as he parted her soft folds, taking her little nub between rough fingers as he almost violently abused her senses.

Kagome’s body sobbed, partly in pleasure, mostly in pain. That did not stop her hips from grinding back into his hardened manhood.

He stepped away from her when they reached the ground level. Kagome did not remember the trek out through the front door into his limo. She only knew that she soon ended up bent over his seat, his fist tangled in her hair as he pounded within her tight depths and damn if it didn’t turn her on.

As with all long absences from one another they both came quickly. It took a very long time for Kagome to get her wits together.

“What is this about you getting married? I know it can’t be to that half breed.”

Kagome cried in total despair. Once again her life was over. She couldn’t deny him. “I’m marrying Hojo in two weeks.” He grunted, letting her know he didn’t approve of her choice.

“You can do much better than that.” His words let her know something important. He was not about to let her walk down that isle.

He owned her, with the mark on the back of her neck. He held the key to her fertility, allowing her to only be able to birth his children. But it was more than the mark; he was her best friend that allowed him to continue having a hold on her. In a lot of ways he was the center of her world.

“There is nothing wrong with Hojo. He is kind.” Unlike her current company.

“He cannot provide for you properly.” Since they both knew he did not refer to the concept of money Kagome kept quiet.

In reality he was correct. Hojo gave her tender hugs and kisses. They had not had sex because he wanted to wait for their wedding night. Kagome thought it so sweet that she agreed with him. He was more innocent in the ways of sexual pleasure than Kagome had ever been. Hojo still held his virginity.

He’d be appalled at the very idea of some of the degradation Kagome enjoyed at the hands of Sesshoumaru. “I am willing to try.”

She felt him suddenly surrounding her once more, caging her in with his body. She shuddered as his incredible iciness sucked the warmth from her body. He was so cold he almost burned her.

Sesshoumaru snorted. “Will you lay there oh so quietly while he fumbles above you? Will you find it easy not to imagine that it is another pounding into you? Will your little Hojo fuck you in the ass when the urge takes you? What about the scratching and clawing or the sweet taste of blood?

Hojo had never met Sesshoumaru personally, they only knew of one another through talk. Kagome didn’t allow it. She planned to be faithful to Hojo; it wasn’t supposed to be like this. Sesshoumaru made no such concessions on his marriage, so Kagome felt it best to keep them apart.

“I love him. It will be enough.”

“For a night perhaps. Then what will you do? The good Hojo does not believe in masturbation. Can you withstand the call for a strong orgasm? I took you but once and you came apart in my hands.”

He pulled her into his lap, forcing her legs to straddle him. “You are already wetter than before. Your hips already start the rhythm of the fuck.” He released his hard on.

He knew his Kagome. She might cry, but she loved to fuck as much as he did. Sure enough he felt her tight little pussy descending, stretching around him. He did nothing but wait.

Kagome kept her eyes closed to hide her shame. She’d had a taste of him, so naturally she had to be sated. “I will marry Hojo and be happy.”

The way she gripped him tight in her body spoke otherwise. She thrust down hard, her body acting while her mind cried in pain. Those tears he loved so much poured from her eyes. It was her fault.

“That’s it. Work that pussy on me.” He ran a free hand along her crack, finding the little pucker. He teased her this way, knowing it would bring her the greatest pleasure.

Kagome gritted her teeth as the first finger entered her ass. She gasped, grinding harder against him. He pumped in and out both holes. It felt so good. She could never deny that.

Sesshoumaru added another finger, then another. Kagome grew wild in his lap. He let her have her way, further proving she wanted this. Once she came, he took over, tossing her back on the opposite seats.

“Tell me you won’t miss this.” She couldn’t. He held her legs over his shoulders driving deeply into her. She was so tight, so wet. In and out he thrust, varying his pace to keep her from coming until he wanted her to.

Kagome screamed in pleasure, her mind equally filled with sorrow. She wanted so much to be away from him. She wanted so much to prove to Sango that she could handle Sesshoumaru.

But she couldn’t. He gave her what she needed. Her sex clamped tightly around his turgid length, milking his body of his essence. The smell of sex hung heavily in the air of the back seat, enticing her to further play.

“Look,” he hissed between tightly clenched teeth. Kagome had a thing for watching the progression of his cock moving within her. It got her off faster than anything else he knew worked on her. “Such a little pervert, you are.”

Kagome couldn’t help it. She watched the way her juices clung to his member on every pull. It made her that much more aware of the way he thrust into her body. She gripped him tighter on each drive in.

Sesshoumaru came to his feet, her legs still over his shoulders. He drove in deeper, giving her a better view of what he was doing. “When I…get you home…that ass is mine,” he grunted out each word.

He’d dreamed of it so many nights while his bitch of a wife lay beside him. Only Kagome let him have his way with her. He dominated her, owned her completely. He did this to remind her that she could not escape his grasp. She belonged to him.

Kagome felt like she was going to pass out from the pleasure. Her poor little pussy was being abused, but she loved it. Her fingers worked her clit so viciously while he practically tore her apart.

Suddenly he pulled out of her again. Kagome cried out in frustration. She was almost ready to come again. Sesshoumaru smiled wickedly. “Finish yourself like a good little girl. You’d better start getting better acquainted with your hand if you’re serious about being faithful to Hojo. This is what you are going to feel like for the rest of your life.”

Kagome cried the rest of the way home.