Maneater

*~~Lemon Warning~~*

Kagome fought against the attacker, flailing her arms until an out stretched palm contacted to the side of his face. He released her and she dropped to her knees. She clawed at the lush pink carpet, steadying herself she got to her feet. Her eyes were swimming with tears. She blinked them away. Between the waning sunlight and the steady tears, her eyes could not adjust. Her attacker was nothing more than a looming shadow. A familiar shadow nonetheless. Gathering her wits she inched her way to the, back to the wall, door.

The cool metal doorknob rested in her hand, but before she could turn it, a hand gripped her shoulder and spun her around. The once cool, almost reassuring, doorknob was now driven into her spine with agonizing pressure. She tried to scream for help but a firm hand to her throat gave her no choice except to choke on any sound forming in her throat. Her left foot connected with his right shin and he grunted with the force of the kick but he never released her neck. Her tears were now streaming unhindered down her cheeks, and her eyes were heavy from irritation.

The attacker never relented, in fact, when her legs began to flail his grip tightened, cutting off her much needed air supply. His left hand finally joined its twin and gripped her tighter, raising her feet off the floor. Kagome could see a shadowed look of glee on his face. Still, regardless of the sinister glee on his face his eyes, the familiar honey eyes, seemed lifeless.

The lack of oxygen blackened Kagome's vision. The lack of air caused her mind to swim. Her limbs became heavy. The fight that was in her in the beginning was slowly waning. Her cries garbled from the crushing pressure on her windpipe soon she lost consciousness.

A ruckus outside Kaede’s small hut awakened Sango. She opened her eyes and moved to a sitting position on her bedroll. She was alone, for how long. She got to her feet and wrapped her sleeping yukata around her, tightly, before stepping out into the morning light.

As her bare feet hit the cool dirt outside the door, her eyes landed on a crowd of villagers to the left at the center of the gathering was an older man ranting about something she couldn’t quiet make out. She edged her way closer to the confused group and trained an ear on what the old man was saying.

“She said her name was Izanami,” he bellowed to the continuously growing crowd. “She ravages villages with swarms of demons. As if that weren’t bad enough she lures men to her bed. Never to be heard from again.”

The breathe Sango had not even realized she was holding passed through her lips. The name of the woman sent a cold chill down the young demon slayer’s spine. Izanami was the goddess of creation and death. A respectful deity of ancient Japan she along with her ‘mate’ Izanagi created the land she and her friends now roamed. But the story states that she died during childbirth. So why was there a woman claiming she was Izanami? Could the stories she heard have been false?

She shook her head. No, she thought, making her way to her friends, they story is as legit as Naraku's death. This woman was using the powerful goddess’ name as her own. Possibly in hopes of distilling fear in the hearts of every village. She didn’t understand. Or perhaps she didn’t want to understand. Angering Gods was not the brightest thing to do, regardless of the benefit.

Sango eyed the traveler with wary eyes, leaned toward Miroku, and whispered. “What do you think monk?”
He shot Sango a side-glance and raised a shoulder letting it drop. “No clue, but whatever it is, it doesn’t sound good.” He maneuvered his way through the crowd and stopped just short of getting smacked in the face by the man’s flailing arms.

“Excuse me good sir, you say this woman, this Izanami, lures men to bed only to never hear from them again?”

Not surprised by the question, Shippo mumbled ‘idiot’ under his breath and Kaede shook her head in dismay. Just like the amorous monk to ask the one question that would get him pelted by Sango. Sure enough, Shippo watched with unmasked glee as the demon slayer balled up her small-calloused hand and hit him on the back of the head. Earning her a grunt.

Miroku muttered an apology, lowered his head, and moved back toward his previous spot. Sango just glared at him as he backed away before turning her attention to the confused messenger. “Sorry about my friend.” She shot Miroku a deadly glare, then turned her attention back to the man. “He seems to let his mouth get the better of him.” she let a small smile cross her lips.

He frowned, his brows knitted together. “So it seems.” He turned his attention back to the crowd and continued with his horrific story.

“One of these days monk, someone your mouth is going to get you into trouble.”

“My dearest Sango, I was just trying to get the story straight. He did, after all, say that she lured men away, did he not?”

Sango harrumphed, fisted her hands at her side, and stormed off to the hut. He was going to be the death of her one way or another. “Stupid monk,” she mumbled. She was pacing the small hut when Shippo bounded in and took up perch on her shoulder.

Shippo frowned and crossed his small arms across his chest. “That monk never learns.”

She stopped her incessant pacing and lowered her head. Nope he never learns, she thought. Even the near death encounter in Mount Hakurei, when she threw herself over his poisoned body and refused to go on without him, gave him no inclination of her feelings. Men can be so dense! A long sufferable sight escaped, Shippo jumped away in fear, and she fought to keep herself from kicking the cooking pot.

Kaede took her familiar spot near the cooking pot, grabbed a water pot, filled up the cooking pot, and sighed. “You know you are going to wear a hole in the floor if you don’t stop that silly pacing.”

Sango stopped, dropped to the floor. She pulled her knees to her chest and rested her chin on top. She began to rock, slowly, deliberately. “That monk!” she ground out, stopping her rocking motion.

“Child, perhaps you should give him the benefit of the doubt.” Kaede grabbed the herbs she had picked the day before and began to crumble them into the now boiling water. “I am sure he meant no harm with his questions.”

Sango stared slack jawed at the old miko’s back. Did the old woman go senile? Had she really forgotten whom she was talking about? He was, after all, the one who allowed himself to be led to the ancient burial ground, paralyzed and almost killed. He was also the one who let that insectoid rip his wind tunnel. So to give him the benefit of the doubt, as Kaede suggested, was completely out of the question. Sango got to her feet and moved to the hut’s entrance, she said. “To give that monk the benefit of the doubt, would be telling him it is okay to womanize every woman he sees. I don’t think so.” She scurried out the door before Kaede could respond. She just had to be alone.

Inuyasha paced around the well. He wanted to go to her, to bring her back, but his stubbornness always got in the way. He constantly denied his feelings for the girl, and yet every time she managed to figure out his deepest thoughts. She always stayed by his side through thick and thin. Hell, she even stayed with him through his indiscretions with Kikyou. He didn’t deserve her, not even as a friend. But one thing never changed: She was always there.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity to him, he jumped through the well and let the pale blue light engulf him. Landing softly on the other side he immediately tensed. Something was horribly wrong. With inhuman speed and agility, Inuyasha found himself at the back door of Kagome's shrine. He stared through the back door and saw her family sitting at the dinner table enjoying a home cooked meal. Where was Kagome? He knew it wasn’t like her to miss a home cooked meal with her family.

Just as he was about to enter through the back door and demand an explanation to Kagome's absence, her window creaked open and the smell of another male hit his sensitive nose. Quietly, ever so quietly, Inuyasha leapt to the roof below her window. He watched with boiling rage as the man crept toward the window, obviously trying to make his escape. A dull smell of fear still wafted about the bedroom. He didn’t let the man, or boy from what he could by the shadow that the intruder was nothing more than a teenager was, much closer to the window before he made his way into the room.

What he saw, though, made his skin crawl and the barely contained rage boiled to the surface, begging to be let out. As quietly as he could he gripped the intruder by throat and squeezed the breath from him. After the boy dropped to the floor unconscious, he hurried to Kagome's prone form and pulled her to his chest. “I am sorry Kagome. I am so sorry. I should have come for you sooner.”

Squelching the urge to cry he picked his miko up, placed her gently on the bed, and moved to the body on the floor. His eyes widened in confusion at the face of the person who did this to Kagome. He snarled in contempt. This couldn’t be the same person that wooed Kagome with gifts of health. Could it? He jumped to his feet and ran down the stairs. He had to get her family; they would know what to do in a situation like this.

He didn’t have to say anything to the unaware family eating dinner. All he had to do was appear without their missing family member and they knew something was wrong. Leading the way Inuyasha led them to Kagome's room and stepped inside. Her mom and grandfather moved to the boy, while he and Souta moved to Kagome's side.

Her breathing was slow and shallow indicating she was now asleep. Her neck was bruised from the hands of her supposed friend her face was red. Souta placed a small hand on his sister’s leg, wiped a tear from his cheek with the other. Such a horrible thing for a boy his age to see. Inuyasha gave Souta a reassuring look when the young boy’s eyes met his.

“Inuyasha, what happened?” her mother’s voice was soft.

At first, Inuyasha didn’t realize she spoken until she turned to face him. He remembered one of Kagome's sayings ‘Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.’ He didn’t understand then what it meant, but now, in this moment of terror, he did. Moreover, the pulsing, white, hot anger in her mother’s eyes made him shy away. If this is where Kagome got her temper, he thought, I am a dead man. He shook his head and shrugged his shoulders in answer to her question.

“Inuyasha, I need to know what happened. Why are Kagome and Hojo unconscious?”

Again, he shrugged but his voice accompanied. “I don’t know. I came back to get Kagome and I found her like this. He,” Inuyasha waved his clawed hand toward Hojo’s prone form, “was trying to carry her out the window. I stopped him, then came down and got you.”

She nodded, turned back to Hojo and sighed. “We have to call the police.” She got to her feet, ushered Souta, and her father-in-law out of the room. After, the door was closed she turned to face the sullen hanyou. “Inuyasha, go in my room and into the closet. There should be some clothes of my husband’s hanging on the left side. I need you to change and cover your ears.” She then turned and followed the others.

Inuyasha growled after she was gone. He didn’t want to leave Kagome in the room with her attacker. Unconscious or not. Therefore, he decided to carry her with him. It was, after all, the only way to keep her safe. Inuyasha carefully exited the pink room that was Kagome's and entered the room across the hall. He saw the freshly burned incense on the dresser and the calming smell of honeysuckle in the air. He snorted though, just like Kagome her mother thrived on customs. He moved from the dresser, toward the bed, and gently placed Kagome upon it.

She moaned in her sleep and he pushed stray hair from her face. She seemed more peaceful now, and though the bruises flared on her pale neck, he was thankful. He leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek before moving to the closet as instructed. He pulled out a pair of loose jeans and a white tee shirt. This would do, he thought, thinking back to the way Hojo was dressed in dark loose fitting jeans and a black shirt. He tossed the articles of clothing on the bed and proceeded to undress.

He chucked the pants of his fire rat to the side and grabbed the jeans. Pulling them on was not much different than his own hakama, however, the button and zipper perplexed him. His claws kept getting in the way, not to mention getting stuck in the seams of the fabric. By the time he finally figured out how to fasten the stupid thing the button hung precariously by a single thread. He pulled the haori and undershirt and tossed it to the floor with his hakama. Luckily, the white t-shirt was easy to slip over his head, mindful of his ears of course.
He pulled his mass of silver locks from the back of the shirt, moved to the bed, and slid in next to Kagome. Her breathing was still shallow and even. She murmured in her sleep. He climbed in behind her, pulled her close him, and soon he too was asleep.

“What in the hell!”

The outburst scared a few of the servants that were tending to their Lady’s wishes. One took a chance and looked into the beautiful face of said Lady. Her face was contorted in anger and her dark eyes flashed with fury. The servant knew what ever had happened upset her greatly.

“My Lady, is there anything I can fetch for you?”

She chuckled. “As a matter of fact you can.” She drummed her fingers on the side of her large wooden chair, throne if you will, in contemplation. She closed her eyes and a malicious smile crept on her face. “Bring me Kenta.”

The servant stared wide eyed at the lady before her. She wanted Kenta, the palace’s protector. The man who single handedly destroyed a hoard of demons two nights ago. The servant knew of her Lady’s sexual appetite, and she knew the men she took to bed never came back. Rumors of her being a man-eater floated sporadically through the palace walls. Occasionally, she herself heard the garbled cries of men that were summoned. But if her Lady wanted the fiercest protector of her home, then so be it, who was she to prevent her Lady from gaining whatever satisfaction she could. Not to mention it would be her head if she disobeyed. She shook her head free of the thought of being beheaded and bowed deeply to her master. Never raising her eyes from the floor, she fled the bedchambers of Izanami.

The servant completed her task rather quickly and led the protector to her master’s bedchamber. She noticed the impish sparkle in the man’s eyes and realized that he knew what was to come. Did he know, she thought, that he may not come back? She inwardly prayed to Buddha for the safe return of the strong man, but in the deepest recess of her mind she knew this would be the last time she seen him.

The servant closed the door to the room after delivering the large man to her Lady. She wiped her hands on her already dirty kimono and headed toward the kitchen. Her Lady always likes to eat after a rowdy session.
Izanami watched with rapt attention as the brute of a man entered with his head held high. Was he arrogant? It didn’t matter to Izanami, because soon his strength would be her strength. His life would be hers.

She waited until the door was slid shut and the servant was out ear range before she advanced forward. A sly, almost evil, smile graced her lips. She knew her sexuality was well known among the locals of her palace. She had after all, heard the rumors when they thought she was away. She slid a small hand up his chest stopping at the large clasp that held his armor in place. “Undress.”

He smiled cockily when she ordered him to disrobe. Once and for all, he was going to squash the notion that she had an appetite for male flesh. Bending over he slowly removed the leather boots he wore. Once they were off he untied the obi around his waist and his hakama fell silently to his ankles. He chuckled darkly when a small, surprised gasp left her lips. Then he flicked the buckle on his armor and it too fell to the floor with a loud ‘clank’. Finally, he slid the undershirt off his shoulders and deposited it with his other effects. Now, he stood before her, naked and vulnerable.

Izanami’s eyes roamed every inch of his chiseled body and clucked her tongue in appreciation. His strong chest heaved with anticipation and she licked her lips. She moved closer, placed a hand on his firm chest. He would do nicely. She moved her hand to the back of his neck and lowered his lips to hers.

The kiss was hungry, fervent. She released his head and stepped back. Moving slowly to the futon on the other side of the room, she disrobed. He followed the trail of clothing, stopped short of the futon, and stared down at the delectable woman. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly, her skin flushed with desire, her eyes closed in anticipation. Once again, he smiled.

He dropped to his knees and ran his tongue from her ankle to her inner thigh. She mewled under his gentle caresses. He repeated his ministrations up her other leg before settling his nose in the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. Her scent enthralled him, drove him, and with expert efficiency he drove his tongue deep into her waiting folds. He gripped her hips in his large hands and lifted her off the mattress giving him the access he needed to delve deeper inside her.

Izanami gasped when his warm, thick tongue circled her swollen clit, her eyes fluttered closed. She bucked, slightly, in his grasp when a dull tooth scraped across the sensitive nerve ending. The feeling was almost unbearable. She had never had a man show her this kind of pleasure. Pity, though, he wouldn’t live to give it to her again. She bucked again when he sucked her clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue. Soon bright lights flashed behind her eyelids as her cum coated his tongue. She smiled languorously as he licked, sucked, drank her juices. Probably the best meal he has had in a while, she thought, moving from his grasp.

She got to her knees and crawled to his kneeling body. She placed a hand on each of his shoulders and pulled her body up his. Starting with his broad neck, she licked and sucked her way to his lips. Her own fluids mixed with his sent her body into chills of desire. She smiled against the kiss and maneuvered him to sit on his ass as she wrapped her legs around his surprisingly lean waist. With one hand, she guided his thick cock to her entrance and impaled herself on its length.

A simultaneous moan escaped both of their lips as the feeling of contact almost sent them over the edge. Slowly at first, she ground her hips against his. His cock filling her, stretching her, his pelvis grounding into her clit. She leaned back, slightly, and looked down to see herself being fucked. His cock slid in and out effortlessly, her juices coating every inch, giving it that beautiful sheen she loved so much. Faster. Grunts and groans of satisfaction filled the room. His eyes closed face contorted in bliss. Harder. She slammed her hips against him, moaning his name.

Her loins tightened her release inevitable. She came again, and just before he joined her in euphoria, her body clamped down.

She watched in amusement as his face contorted in, first shock then pain. His eyes wide. She felt his body tremble in shock, his life flowing into her from the gaping hole where his dick used to be. She shuttered in pleasure as he filled her in more ways than one.


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ShouraiChan~ Yes ma'am I'm back!! Whoo Hoo! ^_^. I hope you enjoy this strange trip into my imagination.

Erin Night~ Yep my punctuation can be quiet atrocious, sadly. But the more I work at the more I hope it improves. I hope you as well as your sister enjoys this strange trip lol. Unfortunately, I don't follow your sister's love for the movie. It was one of those movies you watch when there is nothing else on T.V. lol. What in the hell were they thinking when they created this? LOL.

Shigure-san~ Yay!! I am glad this story grabbed you with so much gusto, I just hope that this chapter is everything you wanted it to be. After all, it did take me forever to get it posted.