Vampires Love

Disclaimer – I will never own Inuyasha. I will always however, own the poem below.

Thanks - Thanks to “originalsinner”. This chapter is for you.

Translations – Shinryou: God is good

WARNING – THERE IS A DISTURBING AND GRAPHIC LEMON WITHIN THIS CHAPTER CONTAINING ADULT STUFF (I really have no idea how else to explain it so don’t laugh at me) SO BE WARNED. And thank you to “Ankoku-sama” for giving me the heads up. I appreciate the help. SO YOU ARE WARNED!


Chapter 3: Speaking Through Fire


Cold stone clicks against my flesh,
Uncomfortable…scratchy…
Raw…bleeding from every pore I come
To you…to humanity…to myself
A bleeding, shaking mess with no mind
With no feeling
With no comfort.

Gravel, sprays across my face as I fall
Darkness closes over me
I am blanketed
Like the fish within the deepest part of the ocean.
Don’t touch me…because I am dirty
Unkempt and unclean of life’s purities
I deserve this torment.

Bloody water sprays over your face
Your clothes, as you kill me
Chop and slice and whip until my body
Is in shambles.
This is what your sentimental words mean
To me…
They are draped with poison
Deadly as a cobra and just as simple
You are secretly a snake yourself.

~alakeshadow 3/23/06 (Poem “A moment of pain”)

Boring, that was what she thought of life. Boring…and completely hopeless.

Soaring through the night, she savored the feeling of her long black hair whipping behind her. She could see the horizon lightening as the enemy sun began to wake, and looking down, she glared at an innocent deer, walking with her fawn through the forest as if it were the animals fault. She heard her new pet snarl hungrily, his serpentine head turning to watch it, but was instantly shushed by its new master, her hands tightening the slack in its reins.

Hissing, it turned in a circle mid-flight and hung in the air, great black wings like death’s cloak, casting shadows against the lightening ground. Kagome looked once more in the direction of the sun and frowned.

“Find it.” She said to her mount, her eyes scanning the surrounding area. The beast cried out again, the sound more like the cry of a hawk then a hiss and she grinned. Her pet was becoming stronger. Although, she had known already that it would be. Its drastic evolution and creation were all parts of a major plan she had had for years. Now, she was only there to test out how good a monstrosity she had created. Sadly, the last four predecessors had been unworthy of breath or blood. This new one was her fifth. If she had done everything correctly, this time, her mount would know where to go and what to do.

Now all she had to do was wait.

Straightening, she cocked her head to the side and listened. For a few moments all she could hear was the beating of leathery wings as her mount used the air flow to keep itself stationary.

She was looking for a gate. A gate to a world that housed her kind. It had been created by vampires and was allowed to be entered only by their own kind and their demon servants. They called it Destructions Gate or ‘Metsubou Kado’ and no mortals knew of it…until Yasumi, which was why she had had to deal with him. The little fool had somehow found out about it and tried to run with the information to his master like the rodent he was. Ha…as if he could have outrun ‘her’!

She narrowed her eyes as the sun began to caress the horizon with yellow fingers and she pressed into her beast’s sides with her heels.

“FIND it.” She said again, humor no longer tracing her voice. The creature called out again, the sound ringing off the tops of trees - and then she heard the whispering voices that signaled to her where the gate she was looking for was.

Satisfied, she stroked her pet on its scaly head as it dived suddenly, it’s black, skeletal wings closing to rest tightly against its body. She screamed out in laughter, her red eyes glowing with pleasure as the ground became thirty feet away…twenty…ten… five…and then seconds before impact something much like a swirling black hole opened and countless fleshy hands reached out to grab them and pull them through.

Her piercing laugh echoing long after her body had disappeared.

*****

“Damn it Shinryou! Where is he?!”

“I’m sorry sir - but when the fire broke out-”

“No - I don’t want to hear about that, you incompetent idiot! I want to know where my brother is!”

“Inuyasha-sama wait! Please do not go-” But it was too late. Before the guard could stop him, the one known as Inuyasha threw open the screen - and saw his older brother kneeling calmly on a plush cushion - glaring up at him from a rather thick novel held before him.

“God damn it, Sesshomaru! Why the fuck did you try to take her on?” Inuyasha bellowed as he stomped into the room. The guard gave Sesshomaru a dismayed glance from behind Inuyasha’s shoulder and looked away when Sesshomaru sent him an angry look.

“Leave us.” And as instructed, the guard gave Inuyasha one last glance before stepping away and closing the screen. The room almost immediately broke into noise.

“You stupid-GAH! My god, how UNBELIEVABLE can you-”

“She came on her own. She had learned of Yasumi’s discover and killed him before I could do anything.”

Inuyasha turned bright red in his rage.

“Killed HIM? How about how she nearly killed YOU? Look at YOU for a moment. You have no-”

“I would request that you not finish that sentence little brother or I will have you forcefully removed.”

“Oh, by who? That pea-brain of a guard? Oh, well I really am scared n-” Before Inuyasha could finish, he was knocked sideways onto the ground, a large leather-bound book falling back in his wake.

Surprised, Inuyasha could only stare at his brother, a large red mark appearing where his brothers book had hit the side of his face with the edge of its cover.

Sesshomaru hissed slightly in pain from the motion and retreated back onto his cushion, the only other sound being from his clothes scratching against one another. His cold eyes glared at Inuyasha as he did so, and just as calmly as before his younger brother had even entered, he once again began to read. His brother growled at the insult but surprisingly remained quiet as he righted himself and leaned sulkily against the wall. Without looking up Sesshomaru spoke once more.

“It was a trap. However, while many men have died I however am alive. My loss…” He gave a sideways glance at the heavily bandaged stump that had once held his right arm.

“…is a small price to pay since if I had kept it, it would have ended up corroding away the rest of my body.”

“It means nothing that you survived, and you know it Sesshomaru. I talked with that maid - she said that…that SHE “decided” - being the key word - not to kill you and the rest of those idiots just like that!”

“You presume too much Inuyasha-”

“I presume nothing! Nothing except that you be ready for trivial things such as that!”

“Ah…so now these events are ‘trivial’? How interesting for you to say that considering that you were not even there. You did not see the carnage that she wreaked upon me and my men.” Sesshomaru said, finally looking up from his book.

Inuyasha simply looked away from him in embarrassed anger. There was a heady silence followed by Sesshomaru sighing.

“Go my brother…you are making me tired.” He said wearily standing. His remaining hand snapped his book closed as he did so and deposited it in the vacated cushion as he walked to his brother, and passed by.

“I will capture her...do not doubt that. The next time we meet she will be brought to her knees.” Sesshomaru said arrogantly. His younger brother shook his head, throwing his arms up in the air.

“You have a handicap Sesshomaru! As much as you refuse to admit it, you do! You are even more vulnerable now then before, when she kicked your ass!”

Sesshomaru sent a chilly death glare to the other man at his words before turning back to the screen and knocking on it.

“There is more then one way to skin a cat Inuyasha.” He said back coldly, as the screen opened, and with that he stepped through it and disappeared.

“But there are just as many ways to skin a human…” He said to the empty room.

He just hoped that it would not come down to that.

*****

She felt her body traveling through the void and let the magic pierce her skin to tangle with her blood. She felt it travel along the nerve endings in her spine and then explode in a kaleidoscope of pleasure as the magic connected to the synapses within her brain.

Calmly, she watched as they descended, walls of dirt and rock zooming past her as she tunneled down deeper. As she went she felt her pet disintegrating beneath her where she knew he was being taken to one of the holding cages.

And then just as soon as she had entered, she felt her progress slowing, and soon touched down on a beautifully white marble floor. Disinterestedly, she stepped forward and began to walk along the tiled street, her cloak swinging smoothly around her supple figure.

There was a darkly gothic beauty to the scenery all around her, and yet she found it boring, lacking almost. She had been around since the beginning after all. She had helped build it.

Around her were elegant castles and stone fortresses, no thatched huts existed anywhere…at least not here. There was an area where demon slaves were held by their masters when not in use, beside the holding cages in another area of this stronghold. At first this whole world was ideal - it blocked the sun, secured their species’ survival, and gave them a place of respite. But no longer.

She glanced up at an elegantly gilded white orb encased in engraved glass, as it hovered above her, many more lighting the sides of the streets. They were for radiance more than anything else since vampires did not need light to see. The energy source used to power them came from captured fairies trapped inside their depths and kept alive through a magic source underneath the buildings. They of all creatures were used because it had been found that fairies and such ilk become more brilliant when terrified…as if that emotion set off a chemical reaction within their system to make them become more illuminating.

They were caught and placed into the orbs, put asleep, and kept alive by being surrounded by a thick jelly that was rock hard on the outside, and light and soft on the inside. In their dreamed state, they were terrorized by nightmares and frightening images that were extracted from their own minds by the before mentioned source underneath them. Fairies were ideal in many ways because their life spans were exceeding long, and gave off a great deal of light.

She glanced down to see a small green demon, only about a foot tall bowing to her, his small clawed hands carrying a long staff almost three times longer. It never looked at her as it spoke and she did not look down at him again once she knew he was there.

“My master has been expecting you.” Was all it said before falling to the ground in an ingratiating position. She didn’t answer but instead began to walk once more, her black hair swishing back and forth behind her.

She was late...which was very rare. She knew she would be questioned once she got to her destination, but it was not far off. She watched as other vampires and their servants walked around her. Women, men, children, all belonging within this gilded cage of hell.

She kept to herself, her head clear of all thoughts as she turned at a fork, and saw a male vampire awaiting her, an enormous castle overshadowing his figure. He wore leather pants like hers with a ripped silk kimono top that was fashionably sliced in different areas to create a sensual allure. His black hair was tousled around his head, and a small gold ring protruded from his bottom lip and right ear.

She nodded her head in acknowledgment and he bowed his head in return.

“You’re late Kagome.” He said, his resonant voice melding with the semi-darkness around them. She nodded once more but this time in an aloof apology as she ran a hand through her hair, flipping it over her shoulder.

“I was…playing around.”

A small smile curved her lips and the man mimicked it.

“I hope it was bloody.” His purple eyes flashed as he said the words, one of his canines poking out over his bottom lip in what could have been an envious glance.

“You hoped right Miroku.” She said walking past him. He shrugged and followed after her with a grin.

“I’m always right.”

“Hardly. Sango is here, together with Rin, Kagura and Naraku I presume?”

Miroku nodded as he bowed his head once more.

“They have retired already.”

She nodded as though unsurprised at the news and proceeded forward.

Kagome was one of the four masters which were now three instead. The three being Bankotsu, Koga, and herself. The fourth, a female by the name of Kikyo had…compromised a situation rumored to have been the result of a human finding their lair. For punishment, she had been sent to Emma-O’s wife Izanami, who had not been happy. So…unhappy, one could say, that Izanami had put Kikyo into another level of hell.

Where Kagome and her fellow coven members rested at the moment was the first level. The safest and lightest, compared to the other six. There were seven levels, or ‘planes’ with of course seven being the worst. Each was ruled by a different being. The recently proclaimed three masters were the ones that ruled the first, Ida-Ten, the guardian of law and symbolizer of legal victory and justice ruling the second, Naru Kami, the goddess of thunder ruling the third, with Ho-Masubi, the god of fire ruling the fourth. Amatsu Mikaboshi, the god of evil and darkness ruled the fifth level , Izanami the goddess of the underworld ruled the sixth, with lastly, Emma-O the god of the underworld controlling the seventh plane while overseeing the other six.

Kikyo had been brought to the second level where she was judged by Ida-Ten, and then after being judged was found guilty, and was sent to the sixth plane to be punished by the mother of the vampires. They had heard her screams all the way into their plane, and it had only served as a warning to the rest of them. A warning they would not forget. That had happened five days ago, and it had long since grown quiet, but some still thought she might be alive, enduring horrors not even the vampires could conceive of. One thing however was for sure, if she was…she was wishing that she was not. No one dared mess with Izanami. Sometimes even Emma-O.

She was their creator and as much as the vampires such as Kagome and himself despised it, they were her servants…her slaves. The whispers of Kagome’s sister would probably never cease…since Kikyo had been Kagome’s twin though not as experienced as Kagome herself.

Because of the sisterhood, Izanami, in a plan to make sure that Kagome had not been in on it, told Kagome that if she wanted to clear her name that she would have to exterminate the human. That was why she had left. She had been gone longer then was usually permitted since the sun had actually begun to rise upon her finding the gate. Usually the vampires retreated down here almost an hour before. Her journey had taken five days. An estimated two to track her prey, one day to ‘play’ as she had said earlier, and two days to return.

Entering the castle, she quickly made her way to her room, her senses dulling as the sun above them rose higher into the sky. It was not exactly the sun that made her weak but the fact that she had been awake longer then usual. She had placed a spell upon herself to protect from the sun, and had been moving the whole time, tracking her prey and not resting until now. Her powers as a true master gave her strength, as did the constant drinkage of fresh blood.

Miroku who was behind her, touched her shoulder gently when she reached the screen to her room. She looked at him, and an unsaid message passed between them.

‘Tell them I have returned.’

Entering, she closed the screen with a soft snap and saw candles magically appear around her. They were red…her favorite color.

Looking over, she looked at the large western style bed and smiled. Usually it was occupied when she entered…but she knew better then to expect anything. Her lover liked to play games with her. It was half the reason why she kept him.

Untying her corset strings, she reached around and took it off along with the pants. She glanced quickly at them as they were folded, and placed them on a small writing desk in the other corner of the room.

They had been her own idea. She and the other female coven members had joined to create their own garments and afterwards created the boys’. Some ideas were original-such as the pants, and others were not-such as her corset. Importing had also been used, witnesses killed as always. She bent down to take off the pair of black heels she owned and threw them onto her pants. She listened as the heel part clicked on a bare spot of wood and remembered Miroku having his servants making them for her out of some strange wood said to have protective qualities. She felt a slap of amusement hit her in the face at this. It wasn’t like ‘she’ needed protection.

She shrugged, and slipped into a silk camisole that she herself had made, beginning to lace up the strings as the garment was actually only two pieces of thin silk tied together with silk ties that went down her stomach and back. Done, she sat down noiselessly at her bureau and opening a drawer, taking out a fine ivory brush. Looking into her mirror, she began to slowly brush her hair as she thought of what she would do next.

‘Most likely stay here…with my coven. Then leave again, like always.’ She thought as she ran the brush once again through her rippling hair. Her senses began to pick up on something as she did so and she smiled slightly when suddenly, aqua blue eyes opened to stare at her from the inside of her mirror.

“You are getting better…Koga.” She said as she stood, revealing her long legs and a hint of her other assets. She brushed invisible wrinkles out from the silk as the eyes turned into playful slits, and a male figure materialized out of the mirror.

“I try, my darling, I certainly try.” He walked towards her and when he reached her, stepped to the side, his body circling hers. She smiled and patiently crossed her arms across her ample bosom.

“See anything you like?” She asked amusedly as he continued to circle her. He was behind her when he stepped forward, one strong arm going around her waist, his fingers splaying across her stomach, and the other reaching up to pull her hair to fall over her left shoulder.

“Everything…” He growled, his thumb hooking her navel as his other fingers splayed down. She tipped her head back in pleasure, a small groan coming from her throat as his tongue licked a slow trail across her left shoulder. Her arms came up to encircle his neck as his fangs teasingly grazed the milky white skin, her eyes closing as pleasurable chills shot down her body.

“Five days…” He whispered fervently against her flesh, the hand on her stomach traveling down ever so slowly to lift the silk away from what he wanted.

“You seem to have managed.” She said as she gasped, her smile almost splitting her face as she felt his fingers teasingly slid against her.

“So it seems. However you do not want to know how…” He left the sentence unfinished as he softly bit into her shoulder, causing blood droplets to form out of the puncture wounds. His free arm that he had used to move her hair, slid to the ties on her back and with sensual slowness, began to untie the strings. She groaned as he did so. He bite harder at the sound and the blood welled more, but not enough to drip. He didn’t want to waste any.

“Don’t tease me…” She said throatily as his fingers pretended to tangle in the ties, hindering him from untying them. He smiled against her shoulder and finished undoing the ties, his warm hand sliding from the small of her back up to curve around the ribs on her right side and grasp her breast. Her body jumped, her back arching as she gave a small mewling noise from the back of her throat. He rubbed his thumb over her nipple making her cry out - and then his fangs sank fully into her shoulder and she let out a hiss of gratification.

Se suckled from her, his fangs moving back and forth within her flesh, retracting and injecting in a motion not unlike intercourse. It was an aphrodisiac that vampires came to worship over their existence. Gasping again as she felt his hand begin to massage her breast with only a slight amount of force, she felt herself growing more desperate to touch him. She began to focus solely on his fangs, the in and out motion that they achieved as they drew the blood into his mouth, the way his tongue swirled and pressed against the skin to make the blood flow. Her knees were growing weak from it all.

Opening her eyes, she stared hazily at the flickering red candles and smiled.

“I can play just as much my pet.” She whispered with a long moan as his nails scraped the tender flesh of her breast and then moved to its mate. Reaching behind her, her hand slid against the silk ties of his hamaka. Taking two nimble fingers, she cracked one eye open as they brought the material away so that the rest of her hand could slip in. They traveled only a short ways until they found what they wanted.

Her fingers, firm but soft, grasped his cock, her nails sliding against the hard skin and slowly, began to pump back and forth. She felt her lover temporarily stop his suckling on her neck, his hands stilling as she did so and she took great pleasure in the animalistic moan that came from the back of his throat. Knowing now that the control was in her hands, she tightened her grip, her hand pumping back and forth, slowly at first as he had done with her, her thumb rubbing over his tip and feeling the slight ooze of liquid there and then backing off. She felt the pressure of his fangs loosening as she pumped faster and felt his hips beginning to rock into her hand with the motion.

“Don’t stop Koga…” She whispered huskily as she pulled at him, making his hips jerk forwards against her own. He gave a small snarl in a pained reply and sunk his retracted fangs back into her, matching her rhythm as her hand began to pump faster and faster. He jerked in surprise at the feel of her other hand as it came around his other side to grasp at a fleshy sac and rub it erotically. His eyes closed as he felt himself coming, his cock unable to take much more of her torture…and then the bitch just stopped. His eyes snapped open as he felt her leave him, his fangs pulling out of her shoulder to stare into her hooded eyes, now a smoky crimson color with lust.

“Do you think I want to waste it?” She asked, her hands untying the strings in her front and letting the silk fall to the floor.

“Damn you…!” He whispered heatedly as she took his hands away from her and turned in his arms.

“We are masters my pet. We must behave more…” Her hands grasped each side of his black silk kimono shirt and ripped it open viciously, her hands trailing over the skin of his chest. Her body began to lower itself, her hands tracing over the defined pectoral abs as her face lowered even more. Her mouth brushed over the knot to his hamaka that she had loosened earlier and licked her tongue over a fang as she gazed up at him.

“…unmatched.” Her teeth pulled at one of the ties and she saw her lover close his eyes and tilt his head back, his fists clenching at his sides. She tugged once more with her teeth, and the knot started to undo itself. She saw his erection pushing frantically against the fabric and licked at it through the fabric making her lover jump.

“Damn it…!” He growled as she did it again, her fingers sliding under the waistband to tease his sacs as she teasingly licked at him through the silken material.

“Ask…plead. I want you to BEG me Koga…” She said his name with a flick of her tongue against him, her nails flicking across his sacs. He gasped in air, close to exploding right there but his will kept him level. Seconds went by but she waited patiently, her tongue wetting the material through but not enough to give him any real satisfaction. Then, Koga groaned.

“Yes…fuck yes-do it! Do it!” And then she was. His knees almost gave out from under him as he felt her slick mouth begin to take him into her. His hands forcibly grasped her head, fisting handfuls of her silky hair as he groaned, his pleas close to whimpers as he felt her tongue encircle him and suck softly, a spurt of milky fluid becoming her reward. Suddenly, he found himself gasping loudly as she left him altogether.

Thinking her to be doing some teasing joke to him, he opened his eyes to look down and watch as she took him in entirely. Throwing his head back, he howled, his control snapping as he fiercely pumped her head back and forth, his hips grinding into her mouth. He felt the tip of him against the back of her throat, the way she only sucked him further in instead of reflexively pushing him out making her snarl in pleasure. He heard her give a small ‘Hummmm….’from below him and thrust harder, wanting to hurt her while knowing with pleasure that if he did, she would like it. This was nowhere near the things they had done to on another I the past.

Her hands came around to grasp his form buttocks, trying to bring him closer even though it wasn’t possible, and then he couldn’t take it anymore. Tangling his hands further into her glorious hair, he pushed himself deeply into her mouth and exploded. He heard her as if from afar give a gleeful chuckle and suck away all of his sperm, nails digging into his buttocks as if in fear that he would leave her. Then, finally he was spent, and quickly turning the chair she had been sitting in earlier, he collapsed into it, his eyes rolling into the back of his head at the sight of his lover erotically licking away all traces of him from her mouth. If he had been human…he surely would have been dead now. He didn’t have to breathe so he wasn’t in any danger from his heart exploding.

Slowly, he opened his eyes to see her standing. He saw a few glistening spots still on her face and had to groan as he built another erection. She smiled at him evilly, as her fingers came up to wipe some of the trace off, and he watched as she slowly lowered her hand and sliped the fingers containing his essence inside of her. He growled at the sight as she moved them around slightly within her, and then took them out. Walking over to him, she kneeled at his feet and brought the fingers to his lips so that he could taste her. He did, and when he was done, she stood slowly and turning, walked towards her bed. He watched her slowly slide into it, her perky breasts bouncing with every move as she climbed on top of the bed spread.

“Pathetic vampire…I brought you to your knees.” She jeered playfully as she spread herself out enticing upon the bed. He smiled.

“As if I could not bring you to yours.” He said as he ran his fingers through his long brown hair.

“Only if you come over here.” She teased.

“Or do I have to do it myself? I have the last three nights.” He bared his fangs at her and she snapped back at him making him growl.

“You like it hard don’t you, my darling?” He asked as his body began to materialize. She smiled as she arched her back, her breasts thrusting out enticingly.

“Is their any other way?” She asked as he completely disappeared. However, she didn’t have to wait long. Materializing directly above her, she grinned and forcefully pushed him onto his back. Humoring her, he put his hands behind his head as she surveyed him, her eyes glowing bloody red in the candlelight.

“So large…” She murmured meaningfully. He smirked.

“The better to pleasure you with my dear.” She laughed as she straddled him.

“It takes a lot to pleasure me. I have grown bored over the years.” One of his eyebrows raised at her brazen comment.

“I hope not with me.” She shrugged and he growled at her warningly. She grinned as she leaned forward and untied his hair from his high ponytail. The thick brown hair fell instantly to the middle of his chest and she smiled appreciatively, remembering things that they had done with his hair. Long hair had always been a turn on for her…it just was for some reason.

“Sit still.” She commanded as she turned around on his stomach, her pale back facing him. Koga grinned, watching the way her shoulder blades moved under the taunt skin.

“Whatever my lady com-” His words were caught up in a gasp as with one fluid move, she lifted herself above him, and impaled herself onto his staff. Koga gave a groan of pleasure as she whined out her own pleasure-filled moan and leaned forward, her hands bracing themselves on his thighs as she hurriedly began to pump herself up and down upon him. He found himself throwing his head back once more, his hands taking hold of her hips to help her gain leverage. She moaned with every thrust.

“Sit up…!” She cried out breathlessly as she impaled herself to his hilt and moved herself in a circle upon him, grinding herself down into him. He hissed and did as she said, coming to his knees, her back to his chest as he moved her up and down onto him. He sank his teeth once more into her neck as he did so, making her cry out even louder in pleasure and used one hand on her stomach to press her down and up, while the other slammed three thick fingers into her center all the way to the knuckle.

Screaming like a female bitch in heat, she screamed out his name as she moved herself more forcefully onto him. He grinned, allowing herself the dominance she so desired. Then she just fell forwards onto her stomach, her arms stretching themselves out in front of her, her buttocks thrusting backwards against him in total submission. Koga was on top of her in an instant, his body dominating her, her fangs baring as he pumped into her, his length filling her more then she had ever been filled before. She pressed back harder, forcing him to ride her faster, her hips gyrating fervently against him. His fingers began to thrust in rhythm to his cock and she turned her head to look at him. His normally aqua eyes-an oddity for vampires as most had shades of red-were a deep navy now, almost black. His eyes were closed, his head tilted back so that she could watch his neck. She whimpered softly as she looked at it, watched him swallow, imagining the hot blood that flowed there-and then she felt her stomach muscles tightening around his thickness, her walls clenching around him as they tried to milk him of his sperm. But he refused to give it to her just yet. He pulled out of her just as she came and she screamed at him in outrage and the loss of his organ. But then he was inside of her again, only this time through her other hole and she let out a low groan of pleasure at the painful intrusion. She began to pant, even though she didn’t need the oxygen and was rewarded with an aroused snarl as she whimpered beneath him.

“You’re so big Koga…yes…yes!” Her muffled cries came to his ears and he somehow stood, his fingers leaving her center to grasp her other hip and thrust her up against him. She let him, her legs spreading at wide as they could go, her calves locking against his sides as her hands leveled herself up against the floor to push herself up.

“Your so tight! I think I’m tearing you!” He snarled as she cried out, her juices spurting around him as he thrust one more time - and then came within her as she simultaneously orgasmed. Her scream tore through the room at the completion, and exhausted, he fell to his knees once more, still fully inside of her.

Kagome lay beneath him, gazing through hazy eyes at him over her shoulder. He grinned at her lazily and she found herself grinning back.

“You realize we didn’t kiss once?” He asked roughly as he began to move out of her. She stopped him.

“There was other mouth action.” She said wickedly.

“I want to go again my darling but my coven is sending for me.” He whispered against the back of her neck as he leaned up. She felt his organ leave her and sat up herself, pouting.

“Fuck them.” She whispered as she tackled him, sending them both off the bed in a tangle of limbs. He cast her a wicked look.

“I intend to.” Her eyes widened in mirth, her fangs protracting.

“You have twenty members within your coven.” She said as she flipped her hair behind her and began to send nipping kisses down his jaw. He grinned.

“Yes…and all of them females except for Ginta and Hakkaku.” He groaned at the jealous moan she gave him. He felt her hands slid over his chest and shuddered in pleasure at the contact.

“You sure you can take them all? You can barely take me.” She said as she sat up, her body straddling his hips. His grin widened.

“My darling, if I had twenty of you, I would surely die again.” He tilted his head back with a groan at the thought.

“I see. But since there is only me…” She moved back and grasped his limp member in her hand and squeezed gently making him groan, as he came to life once again.

“…I guess you will have to deal with it.” And with that she took him into her mouth once again. His answer was to throw his head back with a groan.

Thoughts – To go along with my rant at the top of the page, I have taken certain… measures. Like with Koga. I can’t stand how so many fanfictions portray him as some desperate loser. He isn’t. He was actually my first love when it came to this show. I started to get into Sesshomaru later. Also, Sesshomaru and Inuyasha are human in this story. This is so that the story will work so no one get mad at me. Also, I made up the entire order of the levels of hell so don’t think it is something out of Japanese mythology. Because it’s not, it is my own idea. And also, if the lemon in here was to much for you-don't read anymore because it is just going to get more twisted. Something to look forward to, ne?
~alakeshadow