Seal of the Silver Flower

Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha. Rumiko Takahashi does.

A/N: Wow. I got nine reviews for chapter 1. Thats a lot. It took me a month to write that. LOL. Anyway... The sweet lemon... I think it's the third one in this chapter. LOL. It comes after a dominance sentance.... Well that was written by Nesphena. Read and Review. I am spending so much time to make this a worth while fic. Better than the others. There is alot of angst, but please bear with us.

Thanks.

Chapter 2


Inuyasha jerked her head to the side as she awoke suddenly to the chill of the morning air and the warm body next to her own. The hand curled possessively around her middle frightened her. Stifling her whimpers, the hanyou tried to pull free only to have the arm jerk tight around her. The scent of her heat responded to the contact of that arm. A pained moan slid forth from her throat as she struggled to hide her growing fears.


Sesshomaru growled as the heat scent of the bitch next to him shifted to allow the scent of fear to meet it. An intoxicating mix. The youkai prince pushed himself up and stared down at the back of the female. She was truly a marvelous piece of work for being a mutt. Long pale tanned legs and a curve of her body that he liked to see on his normal females. She truly leaned to the youkai blood.


Sesshomaru smirked as the female fought to hide her body's need from him. Of course, she would be sore after the first round of mating. He would insure that the second time, she submitted in full.


He leaned closer to the female and sniffed at her scent. Thrusting his hand into her hair, he bent her head back. A gasp of objection met his ears. Most of her fight was gone, but some remained.


Sesshomaru released an enraged growl. The female stiffened as he ran a hand along her hip. A cruel smile played at the corners of his lips as he ran his hand up her ribs. When he came in contact with the soft mounds of flesh he had tormented the previous night, he cupped the under swell of the breast. Pressing his length into the small of her back, he dropped his hand back down to her center. The core apex of her being and his delight.


He wanted her wet.


He wanted her hot.


He wanted her to scream!


Sesshomaru pushed his fingers past the tight curls that guarded her passage and slipped a finger over her clitoris. Massaging the nub of flesh and nerves for a second he worked his longer middle finger into her core.


Inuyasha stiffened as she felt the male slip his hands over her body. When he slipped his hand into her body she jumped. Pretending to be asleep was no good. Pinned between the wall and the male at her back, Inuyasha tried to pull away. Anything was better than having him in her abused body again.


"Stop this!" she demanded, her voice harsh to her sensitive ears. A low growl met her demand. The male bit her neck in warning and slipped his other arm under her waist. He wrapped the limb around her and caught a sensitive breast in his hand.


Releasing her flesh from his fangs, Sesshomaru began to suckle on the wound and lick at it as he thrust his fingers into the warm body he wanted. When Inuyasha once more tried to pull away from the attentions he was delivering, he slipped his hand free of her body and slapped down across her buttocks. The resounding smack of flesh to flesh pleased the youkai lord as much as the shout of surprise.


The swell of reddened skin brought a dark glower from Sesshomaru. He hated to punish the bitch. His bitch. To use and throw away. Reaching back down her body, he growled another warning to the female as she made to buck away from him. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it up and sank himself into her passage before she could blink.


Inuyasha cursed as she felt the male fill her body. The tender muscles screaming in agony as she turned a bit to face downward.


"Bastard!" she growled. Rage sparking from somewhere in her soul. The male stayed in place for a moment before he growled at her again. "I am not a..." she began as the male suddenly pulled back and then jerked forward again. He leaned down over her smaller frame and breathed into her tender ears.


"Not a what? Not a hanyou? Not a whore? You are all these things and much worse." he told her. His body bucking into hers once more. Inuyasha felt the beginnings of her body's betrayal creeping up on her. With a growl, she flattened her ears. The soft velvet peaks sinking into the depths of her hair to hide amidst the mess.


"You are nothing more than what I desire you to be! Bitch-whore!" he whispered. His voice was a cold mass of hate for her. "You will admit to being mine by the time I am done with you. Then you will know. You are nothing."


Inuyasha shook her head in the negative. "No!" she repeated.


"You are only repeating useless words, hanyou. You have already granted me your submission. It will go much easier for you to just spread your legs when I call." he told her. Inuyasha shook with the force of his words. Her conscious cloying at her that maybe, just maybe, he was right. "Enjoy what pleasure I offer you. No other will give you the consideration I grant you." he continued.


Catching her claws on the furs, she shook her head. Her yokai was raging. Sesshomaru pulled back as he felt her heat spike back into full force. 'I will break her to my will. She is nothing more than a bitch-hanyou. A female who should be pleased that I grant her my presence in this time of havoc. Mating season is meant for animals and we Inu Tai-Youkai are caught in its grasp. How despicable.'


The heat of anger spiraled back into being as he pulled back from her body and slammened once more home. Her breathing jolted his senses. His anger fueling his lust. Sesshomaru sank his knee into the furs and pulled up on the female's hip. Drawing her up into his thrusts, he kept a firm hand on her as he moved within her body.


She began to respond to his movements. Raising her to meet each roll of his hips. Inuyasha bit down on her bottom lip as the male began to tenderly lick at and nip the back of her neck. With a final thrust forward, Sesshomaru shouted his release. Inuyasha felt a shattering wave of disappointment when she failed to follow him over the edge.

Sesshomaru pulled free of the female beneath him and got to his feet. The scents on the fur were becoming disgusting. As was the female's own scent. Who then raised eyes to his and growled at him. Summoning his whip to hand, he lashed down at her with the weapon.


Inuyasha jumped to her feet and leapt away from the youkai's abrupt assault. He then sped forward and caught her in his arms. Inuyasha cried out when he pulled her in the direction of the hot spring. Throwing her forward, the hanyou caught herself before she smacked her head on an outcropping of stone. The youkai male tossed a bar of herbal scented soap at her. A rough cloth followed it.


"Wash yourself, half-breed. You smell vile." he growled as he stepped into the waters himself and picked up another bar of soap. He quickly washed ignoring the presence of the female. Inuyasha looked down at the soap, at the male, and moved deeper into the waters. Once she was as far from him as possible at the moment, she began to wash.


The dried blood between her legs sickened her. Soaping up the cloth carefully, Inuyasha began to wipe at the congealed mess. Her entire middle hurt. The rub of the cloth over sensitive skin drew a low moan from the hanyou. Her ears pressed back into her hair as she sank to her knees in the water to scrub between her thighs with that rag. The stimulation from the cloth spiking the heat as she fought to keep her need to herself.


Sesshomaru growled as the spike of the female's body alarmed his yokai to her readiness. 'Damn it!' he thought. "Can you not handle the pace I have already set hanyou? Or do you require more of my help?" he growled. Inuyasha dropped her soap and turned to look at him in shock. She kept her gaze down as she retrieved the soap. Her thoughts spun around on that idea.


'Is he thinking that I wanted…? How? When? I never...' she struggled with the twisted thoughts for a moment as she struggled with not turning on him. Finally her inner demon won and she dropped the soap again with a deep throated growl. Her claws lengthing to lethal points, she turned silently to look at the male as he went about his own task of getting clean.


Sesshomaru stiffened as the growls of outrage slipped free of the female he had taken as a temporary concubine. Extending his own claws, he waited for her to move. Her scent was the as it should be. 'She has not lost herself to her youkai half yet. This will indeed be amusing. I will truly have her after this.'


Watching her out of the corner of his eye, Sesshomaru turned to leave the pool. He did not want the bitch dead before he had his requirements met. So, he would take care not to harm her to much. However, this defiance would not go unpunished either. The whiplash of water was enough warning as he spun around and caught the clawed hand reaching for his back. The hiss of his poison burning her wrist threw the hanyou off guard as he tossed her back. The snap of his fingers summoned his whip.


The scent of his acidic poison dripping along its tail as the youkai prince lashed it down across the hanyou's back. Inuyasha screamed as the first bite of the tai-youkai's weapon sank into her tender flesh. Sesshomaru narrowed his eyes as he flicked the lash into her back repeatedly for several moments. By the time he was done, the skin was raw and bloody, from the top of her shoulders to the base of her knees. He showed her no emotion as he finally retracted the weapon and reached down.


Taking her head between his hands, he gently kissed her lips. "Never think to attack this Sesshomaru again, half-breed." he said as he dropped her. Inuyasha grunted from the pain of her wounded back smacking the solid rocks once more. Slipping down next to her, Sesshomaru once more took possession of her lips. Breaking the kiss he gathered the hanyou into his arms and settled her back onto the furs after sweeping aside the heavier ones. Now the softer fur of snow rabbit and leopard cushioned them.


Sesshomaru returned his lips to the hanyou's. His dominance would be assured, he promised himself. 'As it should be.'


Gentle lips settled over her own, pressing softly as if she were as delicate as one of the white blossoms growing wild in the woods. He brought a hand up to cup her face before letting his fingers slip into the silky waves of her hair. His other hand settled over one of her breasts and began to knead it slowly, his palm grazing against her sensitive nipple with each movement. The friction sent small shivers of pleasure through her, like ripples breaking the still surface of a pond.


Inuyasha could feel heat rising to the surface of her skin as each nerve became alive under his touch. Sesshomaru’s fingers left her hair and stroked along her jaw, tilting her head upward while coaxing her to open her mouth. She relented when she felt the tips of his claws just barely graze against her cheek, the remembrance of the pain that awaited resistance flashing all too vividly in her mind. It didn’t seem right, why was he being so gentle? Where was the sadistic bastard from before?


A tear slipped from between her lashes and slid down her cheek into her silver tresses that were spread out around her. His tongue slipped between her lips, shattering another part of her spirit with a touch that was almost loving. The hand that was on her breast slid lower until it rested on her hip, teasing the tender flesh with soft caresses until she couldn’t deny the spikes of heat that gathered at her core. She flinched as his fingertips reached her silver curls. He lightly nipped her bottom lip in reprimand, sending waves of panic through her.


But before she could struggle to fight him off again, another warm kiss met her lips to soothe the would-be pain. She took in a sharp breath as his lips left her mouth and found the pulse point on her neck. Featherlike kisses were ghosted over her throat and collarbones, causing her skin to tingle in their wake. She gripped his shoulders, her claws biting into his skin, when he took a nipple in his mouth. “No!” she said before thinking of what he might do to her for trying to stop him.


Her heart pounded in her chest with panic as his head tilted upward. She couldn’t read what was in his golden eyes. She clung tighter to him when he dropped her gaze and blew a stream of air over her moistened nipple. She shivered and pressed her legs tighter together against the dull throbbing in her lower abdomen. He took the nipple in his mouth again and his tongue against it until the rosy tip had stiffened. His hand at her hip rubbed gently against her tensed stomach muscles as he moved upwards until his lips nearly touched her ear. “Hanyou,” he whispered, his warm breath tickling the delicate appendage.


She squirmed at the sensation, turning her head away from him and drawing her arms protectively in against her chest. He turned her to face him again and kissed her softly, causing her eyes to close as she tried to shut him out. She whimpered as the warmth of his body retreated downward until it stopped at her hips. His hands caressed over the tops of her thighs to her hips and back to her knees again before he began to part her legs. His touch traveled along the inside of her thighs until she could feel his breath against her core. She opened her eyes with a gasp as his tongue met that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs and she bit down on her bottom lip to stifle a moan as the dull throbbing turned into a sharp aching.


His tongue began to grind mercilessly against her as he slipped a finger into her wet passage and pressed upwards until he hit the spot that made her hips jerk towards him. He added first a second then a third finger as he thrust his hand into her slick heat and against the focus of the ache. More tears slipped from the corners of her eyes as she whimpered and moaned, her hips rocking against his hand as she tried to free herself from the pain of her body’s betrayal. He growled as she buried her hands in his hair, causing her to cry out from both fear and the sudden vibration that shot sharp pulses of pleasure through her.


She had begun to tighten around his fingers, coming so close to the brink before he pulled away. Tears streamed down her cheeks from fright, self-loathing for enjoying what he did to her, and the frustration of not reaching completion. She tried to hide her face in her hands only to have him pull them away. He rose to take her lips one last time before he brought one of her legs forward and hooked her knee over his shoulder. He began to thrust into her with quick snaps of his hips that caused her to gasp and moan between sobs. She wrapped her free leg around his waist, grinding their hips together as he plunged into her tight passage.


Her hands knotted themselves into the bedding with white-knuckled intensity as he pushed her to the edge again, pounding into her hard enough to rock her entire body each time flesh met flesh. Her back arched and she threw her head back as her body wound as tight as it could. A breathy groan escaped her despite the knot in her throat as something within her seemed to snap and a wave of heat washed through her. Her inner muscles clamped down around him as her body spasmed with her release, and he soon followed her with a dark moan as he spilled his seed within her.


Time seemed to slow down as she lay there panting, eyes shut tight against the world while she tried to stop the torrent of emotions that battered against her. She hated him; she hated what he did to her. But most of all she hated herself for giving in and liking it. The tears melted into the darkness until there was only shadow and the light had gone from her vision.

Pushing himself to his side, Sesshomaru looked over the female he had taken. She was defiant. She had a subtle beauty despite the ridiculous ears perched on her head. The scars over her back would heal. However, he wanted something that she would never forget. He was bound by the laws of his people not to mark her as mate. Though there were loop holes. He would use one of those.


Summoning his poison to his claws, Sesshomaru leaned carefully over the female. The acidic hiss and scent drawing the female's eyes open for only a moment. Inuyasha shivered as she remembered what the poison had done before. Shaking in fear, she wrapped a hand around his wrist.


Sesshomaru ignored the look of sorrow, remembered pain, and fear in the hanyou's gaze. Inuyasha tried desperately to pull his attention back to her, yet he was so focused in on his plan he missed the flash of red in the woman's vision. Inuyasha slithered to the side just as he touched the smooth muscles of her abdomen. The hiss of burning skin forced Inuyasha to toss her head back. Sinking her fangs into her bottom lip, she silently cursed repeatedly. Her hand tightened its grip on Sesshomaru's wrist.


Sesshomaru made the first dip of his finger. Holding the bitch down with his shoulder on her upper torso and a leg thrown over her own, he made the first mark of kanji. The letters themselves were not more than a thumb length, yet Inuyasha shook each time he made a different sign into her skin. He repeated the pattern several times in the same areas as to prevent her from truly healing the wounds.


Inuyasha had tried several times to free herself only to find him changing the poison slightly and sinking the claws into her shoulder. From there she was paralyzed with burning pain. The fire was beginning to flicker in her soul. All thoughts of freedom from this youkai being dashed into the ground.


Sesshomaru pulled back his hand to observe his work. The final rush of the female's healing power transformed the red wounds into silver scars. The kanji for whore marked the left side of her body, just above her hip bone. Sesshomaru smirked at the art of the kanji. Even through her struggles, he had been able to carve that word into her. Yes, he was almost done. He finally added the Seal of the Tai-Inu-Youkai clan. The seal was his own personal version. A silver dog and crescent moon. It marked her as his.


Just as he removed his hold from the female, Inuyasha leapt for the attack. Her fangs sank into his upper neck, at the join of neck and head. She kept her hold as she worked her arms around and tried to slice his throat. The crimson heat in her eyes calling for vengeance. Sesshomaru felt his vision cloud with a red haze.


Reaching around, he took hold of the hanyou's silver hair and yanked her away. The wound she had given him healed quickly. Sesshomaru tossed the female to the ground. Summoning his whip, the Inu Prince froze has something in his soul stuttered at the thought of hurting the bitch. Dropping to a knee, Sesshomaru felt his entire world tilt before he passed out.