Sesshomaru Unbound

Chapter 2

Naraku grabbed Sesshomaru’s hips and hiked them up, hard. He kicked the passive yokai’s legs apart and poised his cock to enter. “No resistance, Sesshomaru? No pathetic attempt to dissuade me? Not even going to beg for oil?” He laughed at his own fantasies. “Perhaps you should try again to transform. I would enjoy fucking a dog. I would gladly suit my form to meet your needs.” He dug his nails into his prey and nudged himself deeper between Sesshomaru’s cheeks. He sighed. “Perhaps this truly will be the last time I come to you, inu. You hardly merit my attention anymore. I am certain Kagura could clean you up and make some use of you. Yet, I confess I expected more.” He groaned and thrust into the clenched orifice, piercing deeply.

Despite himself, Sesshomaru winced. Naraku was pleased: he thrust harder, and allowed a tentacle to grow from his back and find its way into Sesshomaru’s mouth. It opened Sesshomaru’s jaws with ease and slipped in, then matched the rhythm of Naraku’s fiendish cock. Steeling himself against the pain (and he had had far worse), Sesshomaru focused his mind. He shut his eyes and reached out mentally. The miasma was down, but something in the room, somewhere, glowed with an unfamiliar radiance. It was pulsing, a living hardness, like a rock—no, it like a kernel or a seed, and there were small roots spreading from it, knotted into a host body. Naraku’s? It was certainly a source of power, but what was it?

As the tentacle gagged him, another reached to wrap around his cock. He was losing concentration. So, the deplorable hanyo was trying to trying to arouse him. Well, let him be disappointed. He let his body go slack. Naraku raged against Sesshomaru’s passivity. He pumped harder, swelling his cock to an impossible girth. At the same time, the tentacle around Sesshomaru’s flaccid member constricted and the limb down his throat reached deeper, gagged him. He fought the urge to vomit. He grew dizzy. He fought against it with a desperate reserve of strength. He thought of the seed, germinating. He had to get at it, destroy it, somehow.

An idea came to him. He moaned. It was absurd, pointless. But it had its effect. The tentacle withdrew from his throat. He groaned deeper and pushed his hips back to meet the appalling thrusts. The second tentacle loosened, swirled around his cock in more tempting fashion. Sesshomaru willed himself semi-erect; he doubted he manage more. “Yes,” Naraku purred, “that’s more like it. Show me the real Sesshomaru. The dog—the bitch in heat—that needs to be taken.”

Sesshomaru snarled at the words but kept himself in check. “Naraku,” he murmured, his voice sounding despicably weak and pathetic, even to his own ears. He forced out two more words, and they burned his throat as he uttered them: “I submit.” They were trite and hollow and entirely unmeant, but they were exactly what a power-mad hanyo like Naraku wanted to hear. Sesshomaru felt poisoned by his own utterance, yet there was no other way.

Naraku moaned, full of his own supremacy and twisted lust. “Ah, yes, Sesshomaru—my bitch, my beautiful white beast,” he pronounced, hilting himself and raking sharp nails down the inuyokai’s back. Sesshomaru could feel the blood begin to well.

“Let me give you more,” Sesshomaru offered. “Release your control.” The words were vile in his mouth.

Naraku laughed, continuing to grind into his prey, reaching a hand down to feel the thickening cock between his legs. “Shall I unleash you, pet?”

Sesshomaru ground his teeth and waited. He would not beg. But it seemed Naraku was talking to only to himself.

Naraku bent forward and lapped at the streaks of blood, bright against Sesshomaru’s pale, if filthy, skin. “I think not. Not today.” With that, he withdrew his cock and pushed Sesshomaru forward onto his face. Sesshomaru felt the miasma return. “I will have you cleaned up and fed. I will return, daily, to hear you offer your submission. After a month’s time, I may believe it. And then, inu, we shall—”

Naraku’s oration was interrupted by a scream of “Sankon Tesso!” just outside the door, which suddenly shattered beneath Inuyasha’s claws. Leaping into the room, he unsheathed his Tesuseiga and brandished it at Naraku. From behind him, Kagome aimed a glowing arrow. Naraku laughed. “Rescued by your half-brother, Sesshomaru?” he taunted. “How touching. And how humiliating.” With that, he vanished.