Yellow Brick Road

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN INUYASHA AND COMPANY, NOR DO I OWN WIZARD OF OZ

AN: Thank you to ktshabatie for beta-ing.


Chapter26: I’ll Get You, My Pretty

In her long life, Madoka had never had so much trouble hiding her glee. Though her face was blank, inside she was bubbling over with joy and it was all due to her son.

The arrogant pup had sided with tradition, not common sense. It was tradition that dictated that the former breeder be present for the birth of the new heir. Again, she choked on the laugh that tried to escape her throat. Her son had sent for her.

She did not have to worry about traveling in stealth to the Western Citadel, but instead would arrive in grand fashion befitting a bitch of her stature. Yes, she would return to the Western Citadel and this time she would not leave.

No, Madoka could taste her victory at hand.

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Amber eyes slid shut as he relished the sensation she was creating for in him. It was the scrape of teeth that caused Sesshoumaru’s vision to snap back to the darkened sapphire pools. His fingers knotted further into her ebony tresses while he fought to hold still.

Kagome felt and heard the growl of frustration and pleasure that escaped her strong tai-youkai. She would have smirked if her mouth had not been otherwise occupied at the time. The connection forged through their eyes did not break as she zealously increased her efforts to push him beyond oblivion.

There was the tell tale ache in her jaw, but the look of bliss in the normally emotionless eyes was all the encouragement she needed to continue. It was funny, because she did not understand why she enjoyed this as much as she did; in fact, she could understand why so many females would not find this pleasurable. However, the control and power that her stoic tai-youkai handed over to her in this act was intoxicating.

His eyes were closing again and that would not do. A gentle scrape of her teeth along with another none too gentle massage of his family jewels fixed that.

“Ka…” it was more of a growl than spoken word, “…gome.” His deadly claws caressed her scalp as he wound her hair tighter in his grip.

The amber hue was rapidly being replaced with blood red as she continued to not only apply suction but also massaging tongue movements. This was what she loved about this act: his need, his vulnerability, his lust that showed through the windows to the soul, which always seemed to have their curtains drawn. It would not be long now.

She had pushed him; she had weakened him. Sesshoumaru had not realized the power that she gained from him until it was too late, but he would never ask for it back. She had been the one to bring up this act and her wish to learn it better. The only thing that she demanded was that his eyes remain locked with hers, and truly, at the time it seemed like such a simple request for him to be able to receive this pleasure from her. However, her swirling tongue, bobbing head, and roaming hands were proving that his focus was not infallible. She was not as efficient as some females, but she relied on his responses verses taught tricks.

A lamenting groan tore from her throat as she removed him from her mouth. Quickly, she was pulled up the plain of his body, his lips crashing down on hers. His hands came down to cover the swell of her breasts, tweaking the nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Her response was her nails carving paths from his shoulders to his elbows while her mouth nipped at his lips within their passionate kiss.

She had pushed him too far. The only thing he could think about was burying himself within her. His hands forge a path from her breasts down her back, over the curve of her backside, and to her core. Stroking her womanhood with tender, sensual patterns, he noted how she was already coating his fingers with her essence.

Sesshoumaru growled in appreciation of her readiness for him while he gently ground himself into her. He was careful not to place too much pressure on her swollen abdomen. She moaned and drug her hands down the plain of his chest, his stomach, and toward his girth to help relieve some of the pressure.

Kagome ‘eeped’ in surprise as she was quickly lifted and then laid on her side in their futon. The pillows were quickly arranged to support her stomach and head, while her lover curled himself around her back. Before she had time to turn her head to face him, Sesshoumaru had buried himself within her. He relished the clamping muscles surrounding his aching member. Kagome pushed back into her lover, she craned her neck so that she could look upon her inu’s face. Slowly, while holding her sapphire orbs he pulled out only to push back in.

Kagome smiled at her overly eager puppy, pushing up to nip at his jaw line while he played her body. His hand had moved from her raised leg to the bundle of nerves that gave her so much pleasure. This position left both of them at an awkward angle, but it was the only one left that relieved the strain of the pups on her body.

He grunted as she lay her head back down and swooped down to lavish her shoulders and neck with his own nips and licks. Something was off. While he enjoyed how tight her body was and the strength with which she clasped around him, there was an odd tension within her abdomen. It was coming periodically, and she was slightly whimpering every time it ceased her.

With a snarl, he withdrew from her heavenly body.

“Sesshoumaru …”

“The pups are coming.”

The panic flooded her dark eyes. No, she was not ready. He had to be joking. True, it was a very strange time for him to find a sense of humor, but she wasn’t in labor. No, she was not ready.

Then a spasm hit her lower back and stomach with such force that she cried out. What did they say about sex? Oh, right, it can induce labor. Damn.

Cursing, he roared for the midwife while he wrapped both himself and Kagome in simple robes. He picked Kagome up to carry her to the birthing chambers.

“I need to walk.”

“No.”

“You arrogant Chihuahua, put me down!”

“No.”

“It will help make this go faster and if you do not allow me this I will see to it that your arm gets cut off again!” Her body was tense and her teeth clenched as she spoke, no threatened throw the contraction.

Sesshoumaru was not at all pleased. His loins ached with the tension of denied release, and now his bitch was threatening him for assisting her in her time of need. She would allow him to do what was best for her.

“Sesshoumaru,” her tone held warning as her hands covered his trying to remove herself from his hold.

The response she got for her efforts was a low growl from a nearly red-eyed tai-youkai. So, she responded in kind. Her very human growl was cut short by a moan of pain as her hands tightened on his in a near bone-shattering grip.

Sesshoumaru stilled in his progression to the birthing chambers, she had not made a threat to his person with this last physical exchange. No, she was merely trying to deal with the pain that was now wrecking her body. There was nothing that he could do to assuage this trouble now facing his female: nothing but to allow her to deal with it her own way.

Slowly her feet descended to the ground. It was on unsteady legs that she now stood, dictating that progression would no longer be quick and consistent but slow and sporadic. Her hand came to catch his forearm as he moved forward.

“Stay with me … please.”

Sesshoumaru looked down at the small woman who had totally infuriated him only moments before. She stood in the middle of the walkway, barely, with her pleading eyes. In that, moment he realized that he would never be able to deny this creature anything. So, with a slight nod of his head the great tai-inu-youkai of the West walked shoulder to shoulder with a tiny human female.

This was the sight that greeted the midwife as the couple approached. The old woman knew that she was witnessing the dawn of a new age for the West, and it was her hope that this new age would bring prosperity to the land.

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Michi had been enjoying the cool evening air in the gardens when she felt a presence approaching her. The more she tuned into the one seeking her out, the more she realized that he was trying to do it in stealth.

’Ah, so it is a game he wants to play,’ with that in mind she took off to a more secluded part of the gardens where the foliage offered many places to hide one’s body and one’s scent.

Odd, if he had not been positive of her ignorance, he could have sworn that she was enticing him into what he had planned. Honestly, he knew she was a highborn bitch, but could she be more of a prude? He was definitely going to enjoy this.

Iwao grinned feraly, as he thought of not only his impending release but also the status that he would be obtaining through his soon-to-be bitch. He had been slightly surprised when the lowly soldier, Kuro, approached him; nevertheless he listen as the faceless warrior relayed a ploy to usurp the alpha of the West.

It had always been in Iwao’s mind to take down the arrogant dog that was the eldest son of the great Inu no Taisho. Disgust burned through his body as he thought how the last two alphas presumed to be strong enough to place simpering ningen females above all the honorable youkai females.

They were youkai! Did the arrogant dog not understand that they were far above the swine that was humanity? Hell, humans were no better than the mud wallowing pigs they fed off. The humans proclaimed their own importance and intelligence going so far as to bring animals into their servitude; the noble dog was little more than a kicking bag and something to help flush out game. These creatures were the true monsters and it was amazing the amount of evil they could create within their short lives.

However, the real insult was that Sesshoumaru expected all within the West to bow down and bare to a hanyou. Never would Iwao submit himself to such a disgrace. He would take the bitch he was currently pursuing, if she was willing all the better, and he would ensure that Sesshoumaru would not see the dawning lights of tomorrow.

Kuro had assured him that Madoka-sama would spill the blood of the tainted miko, thereby ending her existence and that of her hanyou pup. His father would call out Sesshoumaru distracting him from his human whore’s plight, also weakening the arrogant alpha to allow he, Iwao, to deliver the killing blow. With himself mated to the last of Inu no Taisho’s pure blood and being the one to dispatch of the great Sesshoumaru, no one would question his right to claim the status of alpha.

While he was thankful for Madoka-sama’s assistance in this endeavor, he was not foolish enough to believe that she was acting with the best intentions of the West in mind. No, the only thing that bitch knew was selfish gain. However, Iwao did not worry about the treacherous bitch and her true intentions. While she was doing him a favor by disposing of the miko whore, she would still be killing the current Breeder of the West, a crime that was punishable by death. Madoka was an old bitch that should have shriveled and died long ago, and he would be sure to rid himself of old hag before she could threaten anything that was his.

Kuro would be the one to execute her, thereby proving his loyalty to the new West. If the young warrior proved as valuable as Iwao thought he would, then Kuro would have a grand future in the Western Lands.

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NO! This was all wrong. How could Sesshoumaru-sama be so foolish as to bring that witch back? True it was tradition, but in the case of Madoka, tradition be damned. She held no honor. She was nothing but a conniving, vengeful, conceited bitch.

Kuro raced through the Citadel grounds trying to figure out how to slow the trap he had set into motion. He never would have set all the players in place if he had believed for one minute that Madoka could have made it into the Citadel.

The problem now was who to approach. His creditability was nonexistent.

That was when the scent hit him; it was Iwao and some female. He had smelled the female on Iwao before and assumed that it could only belong to that of the sacrificial granddaughter. Focusing his hearing on where the scent originated from, Kuro knew that this granddaughter, Michi, was not a willing participant.

Maybe there was still room for hope.

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Sesshoumaru’s claws itched to rip something apart. Though the stoic inu-youkai gave no outward sign of his unrest, he was going insane listening to the muffled moans coming from his female. Kagome lay beyond that door, that paper-thin door, in agony that he, the powerful Sesshoumaru, had no ability to ease.

Feet padded towards him and then the shoji slid open. The midwife fell to a bowed position at his feet.

“My lord,” the aged voice of the woman broke the silence. “It will not be a short labor-“ Her words were cut off by another strangled cry from Kagome. The midwife moved her head to glance back at the partially open door. “The breeder will be made as comfortable as possible.” Without his leave, the old human quickly retreated back into the birth chambers.

He stared again at the sealed door, trying to keep the crimson from his eyes. The beast within him, and himself, wanted nothing more than to rip the flimsy barrier apart; the barrier that held him from her side while she lie in pain. It was his right to go to her, comfort her, hold her, but the birthing chamber was no place for a male. Honestly, he would probably rip the midwife apart when the woman was doing nothing more than ensuring that his Kagome and pups were safe.

Finally, the growl escaped the tai-youkai’s throat. He could not stand outside any longer with nothing to do. He was Sesshoumaru; tai-youkai of the West, feeling impotent was not something he was would endure.

Decision made, swift movements carried him towards the training grounds. Correcting and disciplining would allow him to remove the feeling of listlessness from his being. His amber orbs saw the surroundings, but noticed nothing out of the ordinary.

If the stoic inu had been able to hold his beast at bay better, he would have realized the fault in leaving his female unprotected. However, the trained warrior who had learned how to control all of his emotions had yet to learn that control was a farce. The other thing that he would have done differently would have been to dress in more than the simple robe he had adorned in his haste early; this would be a mistake that he would soon realize.

The first thing that Sesshoumaru noticed was the look of shock on the soldiers’ faces. They were not used to seeing their lord in anything short of his regal attire, yet this did not excuse their lack of focus. He was lord, alpha, and they had no right to question him, all be it silently.

His snarl refocused the soldiers back onto their partners as the sparring continued. Calculating eyes swept over the mass of bodies as they moved through forms and stances in almost perfection. He noted the difference between the seasoned warriors and the novices, which techniques should be practiced with more frequency. He did not disrupt his study of the West’s military might as one of his generals approached him.

Hisashi knew exactly what had brought the ass of a lord to the training grounds. Truly, the inu did not deserve to be alpha. His arrogance in this time of weakness proved it just as much as taking a human breeder. Iwao, his son, would lead the West into far more glorious times than this amber-eyed buffoon ever could.

“Sesshoumaru.”

The drop of the honorific alerted the tai-youkai that something was amiss before he turned to the fool who addressed him in such a manor. One brow rose as Sesshoumaru eyed Hisashi out of the corner of his eye. The stillness of the training ground told that all were now paying attention to what was about to unfold between the alpha and general.

“Sesshoumaru, this Hisashi challenges you for the rights of Miyu.”

Truly, all this over a whore’s ‘honor.’ “The bitch is worthless.”

No, there was no honor in acting against an unarmed, nearly naked opponent. Nevertheless, Hisashi could not stand by and allow his intended be insulted. With a roar, he drew his sword and charged the tall inu.

In the blink of an eye, Sesshoumaru had deflected the charge with his acid whip while simultaneously back-flipping into the training grounds, his right hand reaching for Bakusaiga’s hilt. Nothing, his right hand clasped nothing. Bakusaiga was not at his hip. In his haste to secure Kagome in the midwife’s care he had neglected all else.

It did not matter. Sesshoumaru had fought many battles without the sword forged of his own power before, and he did not need to rely on a sword to prove his dominance now. His feet touched down on the ground, the courtyard was now empty.

The soldiers had retreated to the outer ring of the dirt patch, creating an arena of sorts for the duel that was commencing. None would interfere in this duel, for no one besides Hisashi knew that it was more than a simple squabble over the rights to a female.

“Will you not arm yourself and fight this Hisashi, Sesshoumaru?”

“This Sesshoumaru has no need for weapons to defeat the likes of you. You, who would challenge his alpha over such a weak female.”

Silence reigned as both males’ muscles tightened in preparation to strike. Sesshoumaru noted the building rage within his opponent and wondered if he would stay silent.

“At least the female I seek for my bed is youkai. What is yours but a fallen miko?”

Hisashi’s words were followed by his strike. Launching himself with speed that many had not seen since his youth, the older inu caught cloth from the lord’s robe with his sword. Before he could attempt another strike at the tai-youkai, he had to jump out of range of the glowing acid whip.

“You speak ill of the future Lady of the West?” it was more growled out than spoken. Sesshoumaru was having a hard time maintaining his humanoid form.

Hisashi volleyed again at Sesshoumaru, paying close attention to the wrist controlling the acid whip. He needed to occupy the better opponent until his son could join him. It would be Iwao’s honor to deal the killing blow.

“You would make the same mistake as your father?”

Sesshoumaru would not allow himself to be baited by this disgrace. “Hn.”

There was more going on in this fight than the rights to a female. His instincts screamed at him to go and check on his Kagome, but his honor would not allow him to walk away from this fight. The question was whether to keep the former general alive long enough for questioning or to just kill him now.

His dominance was questioned, his female threatened, and all this by one that was supposed to be loyal. Sesshoumaru noticed the shiftiness in Hisashi’s eyes. The old dog was not alone in this, now, obvious ploy.

’Kagome, be safe.’ The West would not stand after this night if harm were brought to her or their pups.

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How could she have been so wrong about him? Iwao had been nothing but affectionate, kind, and honorable before this night. What had changed? She needed to get away from him to somewhere where there would be others.

Michi felt the cool autumn breeze through her shredded kimono. She could not remember how she had managed to get him off her but here she was now on her feet and running. Correction, she was on her feet and running. Now she was face down on the stone path with Iwao’s clawed hands pulling her by the ankles back towards him.

“Who knew you had such a fight in you?” his sinister laugh sent a cold shiver down her spine. “You will be a fun one, but you must learn a bitch’s place. On your hands and knees beneath your alpha.”

Iwao began to brush aside the tattered remains of her kimono as Michi froze in fear. All her mind could recall was witnessing the brutal demonstrative claim of Kagome. No, Michi had no wish to experience that pain. She would not allow this male anything.

Michi fell to her forearms, allowing the male behind her to believe she was submitting. It took all of her patience and will to allow him to position himself behind her; however, before she could feel him at her entrance, she threw herself up and backwards. Her silver head connected with his face jarring both.

Forcing herself to focus, she scrambled away from Iwao. She had not made it to her feet before a snarling body tackled her from behind. Pinned to the ground, there was no advantage to be had. No matter which way she twisted and struggled, she could not escape the grasp of the male on top of her.

Her fear was like a fine perfume, carried in through his nose to coat his tongue. Iwao had never realized how much better rutting was when the female forced him to assert his dominance. Yes, this was truly an exquisite experience. The only thing that would make it better would be to increase her fear.

“You will be mine, and there is nothing you can do to escape. Once I have claimed you, I will kill your uncle. The miko whore and her abomination will not see the morning light. There will be no one left to challenge my right to the position of alpha,” the speech was growled sensually into her ear as his tongue flicked out to caress the shell of her ear.

Michi suppressed the violent roll of her stomach. “You will fail.”

There was an evil cackle from above her head as Iwao pressed his groin against her bare backside. Suddenly, the laughing stopped, the weight of Iwao removed followed by a rough cloth falling over her and a thud on the ground a little ways away.

Kuro cursed. If he had not been so concerned with the female’s modesty, he would have been able to attack without notice. However, that did not matter because he could not angle himself to deal the killing blow to Iwao without endangering the female.

Now, he was facing a far more seasoned warrior and nothing to his advantage.

“What is the meaning of this, Kuro? Was it not your plan to have me use my connection with Michi to usurp Sesshoumaru?”

Grunting, Kuro moved his body between Iwao and Michi. “It has gone too far.”

“It has not gone far enough! She is still unmarked.”

“You are a fool, Iwao. The West fall into ruin under your leadership; you know nothing but how to strive for your own selfish goals.”

“So, you set this ruse into action. For what end? To flush out those disloyal to Sesshoumaru? When he learns of your involvement, he will kill you.”

“Hai.”

“And how do you plan to save the whore that carries his abomination?”

“Kagome-sama is far more powerful than any of you care to see. She will not fall to Madoka, will she Michi-sama?” Kuro prayed that Michi had at least a tenth of her grandmother’s intelligence. If she did, then she would realize the peril that the breeder was in at this very moment.

He sent out a silent ‘thank you’ to the Kami as he heard the female behind him scrabble off in the direction of the main compound. If the account of her loyalty to the breeder was correct, then she was on her way to check Kagome’s safety within the birthing chamber.

Kuro focused on the male in front of him. There was no honor in fighting an unarmed opponent, but said opponent had been ready to rape a female who had never submitted to him. Said opponent was currently trying to cast the West into chaos so that he might gain more power. Said opponent was not honorable.

Lunging forward with his sword posed to strike, he was deflected by Iwao’s claws. Kuro’s arm that had held the sword hung uselessly at his side. Iwao’s claws had ripped through muscle, nerves and tendons. However, Iwao’s defense had left his throat vulnerable.

Kuro’s jaws had wrapped around the traitors throat and snapped shut. Pulling his head back, Kuro took vocal cords, muscles, and arties with him. It was not until he was staring at the lifeless body of his opponent that he noticed the pain in his bowels.

Before his death, Iwao had managed to land a blow to Kuro’s vulnerable underbelly. Kuro grabbed remnants of cloth to try to stem the flow of blood from his stomach wound. Idly, he wondered why he was even attempting to save his own life, when it would forfeit as soon as Sesshoumaru-sama learned of his betrayal.

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“I want an epidural!!” Why would anyone ever want to do this naturally? Kagome tried to roll so that she could stand, but was pushed back onto her back by the midwife.

“Breeder-sama, you must try and relax.”

Relax? Her back and stomach were contracting so hard that she felt that her body was trying to implode. Then a truly depressing thought entered her head, her water had still not broken yet. Didn’t that mean that she was nowhere near close to the end of this torture?

All she wanted to do was go to sleep and have this ordeal be over with; never again would she get pregnant. Wait, Sesshoumaru would need an heir. Oh, bloody hell. Not to mention that reliable contraceptive would not be invented for another several hundred years.

She giggled hysterically as she pictured the face Sesshoumaru would make if she told him he had to wear a condom. Abruptly, she stopped her laughing fit to grunt in pain as a gush of fluid rushed from between her legs.

’Great, now I am peeing myself.’

“It is a good sign, Breeder-sama. Your water has broken.” The midwife moved to check her and see how the birthing was progressing. Neither woman noticed the new presence in room.

“There is nothing good for you this night, whore,” Miyu’s voice dripped with venom.

Immediately, the midwife was on her feet yelling at the other female to leave the room. But, apparently, it was not a good night for the midwife either as her lifeless body fell to the floor before Miyu.

Kagome opened her mouth to scream, but the sound was choked in her throat as another contraction hit. Miyu gracefully walked across the room to the small human and yanked her to her feet.

“Come, there is someone that you will be dying to see.”

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Michi raced towards the birthing chambers, trying to wrap herself in the hatori at the same as time. Mentally berating herself, she had avoided going to the birth chambers when she knew Kagome was there.

Michi had been horrified by what she witnessed when Rin gave birth to her son and Michi did not want to have to witness that again. Now, because of her weakness, Kagome-sama was defenseless against those who wanted her dead.

So lost in her self-loathing that she did not notice the red clad figure until she barreled over it.

Inuyasha quickly got to his feet and recognized the disheveled figure of his niece. “What the hell happened to you?”

Michi scrambled to her feet and took in the sight of her hanyou uncle. One word left her lips as explanation, “Kagome.”

Both were racing towards the birthing chambers, only to notice the lack of inu tai-youkai at the door. The smell of blood was strong and Inuyasha flung the shoji open. The site that greeted them was an empty room save a very dead midwife.

Inuyasha sniffed the air and caught the scent of a bitch he would love to shred, “Miyu.”

The concubine’s scent left no trail; it only lingered in the room. Inuyasha and Michi stood staring at each other as the fear started to overtake their bodies.

“Where the fuck is the wench?”

Michi swallowed the lump in her throat, “The wicked witch of the west has her.”

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