The other half of me

A/N:
Yes, Sess has both of his arms in this. It just works better for me.

Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshomaru, nor any of the characters from Inuyasha. However, I have tampered with the natural forces of the universe and created Kelani!


Chapter 3

He had been kneeling for almost two hours now, waiting for his mistress to return. Not allowed to shift positions, Sesshomaru stared ahead, his mind empty of all thought and emotion. Occassionately, his sensitive ears would pick up vestiges of conversations in the next room. It sounded like she was healing people again.

A man with his daughter had come to her this evening. She was annoyed at the interruption, but did not show it, as she patiently explained to the man that his daughter was, in fact, not possessed by a demon, but merely had a particularly nasty fever. She soothed her fever and the father’s concerns. After a long conversation, she finally gave him a preparation of herbs, and sent him on his way. She was there to take care of people of course, but she was still looking forward to taking her frustrations out on her toy. It had been far too long since she’s really made him suffer, and he deserved every bit of it.

She found him in exactly the same spot, and in exactly the same posture. She felt a spark of pride in her work – she never had any trouble training dogs. Stepping up to him, she casually let her hand dangle in front of his face.

He immediately took the outstretched hand and started placing soft kisses on its back, sometimes licking it as well.

“I didn’t say you could touch me,” she stated.

Immediately Sesshomaru froze, then kneeled down further, putting his nose as close to her toes as possible. “Mistress, I have acted perversely. Please punish me accordingly”

“As you wish, puppy. Shimeru!” she said casually.

She watched his body convulse before her as he fought to keep his low kneeling position. His claws extended involuntarily, making several long scratches in the floor. She put her shoe on the back of his neck, pressing his face painfully into the floor.

“Didn’t I tell you not to ruin my floors, demon?”

He gasped, but did not manage to respond to her, a small trickle of blood dripping out of the corner of his mouth onto the scratched wooden surface.

“Lick it up.”

Obediently, he started cleaning the floor with his tongue. It didn’t help much though, since his saliva was mixed with his blood. Now she was definitely annoyed.

“You will clean this entire house from top to bottom tomorrow, you worthless mutt, and you will only be allowed to sleep when you are finished!”

“Yes Mistress.”

Taking care to tread on one of his hands, she walked over to the foot of the bed. A rustle of clothes told him that she was undressing. He was still on the floor, trembling, waiting for her next command.

“Come here and help me relax, puppy,” came her voice from the bed, now having a somewhat gentler quality in it.

Hoping that he could still make his legs work properly, he stood up as quickly as possible, feeling pinpricks in them. They had, naturally, fallen asleep. Apparently though, he was not quick enough, because he was rewarded with his word of punishment yet again. It did not last as long as the previous spell though. She seemed eager for his service. It always helped her melt away the tensions of a long day.

Crawling up on the bed with his eyes cast down, he noticed that she was naked, and had her legs spread. He could smell the tangy scent of her arousal, something that used to nauseate him a long time ago. He nuzzled the inside of her thigh, hoping for her approval.

“Be a good little puppy and show me what you can do with that tongue now,” she cooed softly.

He traced the line of her thigh with his cheek slowly, arriving at his destination, his breath fanning softly against her wetness. She sighed in anticipation. Not daring to make her wait any longer, he extended his tongue and slowly traced her outer lips, dipping it in her wetness briefly then traveling back up. Circling around her clit, he worked his tongue between her lips.

“Yes, that’s it, clean me, puppy,” she gasped.

He started lapping at her like a dog, in long, wet strokes, occasionally hitting the somewhat hidden ring of tight muscles further down. When she had grabbed a fistful of his hair and pressed his face closer, he sped up his rhythm and began hitting her clit as well, flicking it more and more frequently with the tip of his tongue. She was breathless beneath him, tearing at his hair and bucking her hips up to meet his tongue. Her juices flowed more freely and he took care to lap up all of them. His tongue was working faster, concentrated on his task, changing his strokes from time to time, dipping his tongue in all the hidden crevices.

Finally, as he pressed his mouth over the protruding bundle of nerves and suckled gently, she let go with an “oh!”. Her leg muscles spasmed around him as he worked on catching all that flowed out. When he was done cleaning her, he sat back, kneeling at the edge of her bed.

“Mount me, and make me come again, puppy.”

Obediently, he stroked himself a few times, willing his body to grow fully hard. Luckily, she did not notice, as his other hand was expertly playing with her, pulling on her wet folds and pinching her clit gently – she had her eyes closed in satisfaction. She always punished him if she found that she did not arouse him sufficiently.

Taking the tip of his penis, he teasingly traced it between her lips, up to her button and then down, spreading her further with his long fingers. She moaned, then reached up and yanked his collar forward. He caught himself from falling on top of her with one arm as he sheathed himself in one slow movement. Her satisfied low moan reverberated in his chest.

She allowed him to set a pace, as her fingers held on to his shoulders. Her legs wrapped around his slender hips, and she still had his collar in one hand. A curtain of silvery hair fell over his shoulders, as he sped up his movements. The woman beneath was writhing in pleasure, moaning occasionally when he moved particularly deep within her. Sounds of slapping flesh filled the room, accompanying his fast pace, and he slipped a thumb between their bodies, drawing circles gently over the top of her clit, a little bit above the over-sensitive tip. His hair caressed her breasts softly, which moved with each stroke. Her nipples had budded, but he was not allowed to touch them.

“Oh yes!” she moaned, and he sped his movements up again, shifting the angle slightly, flicking the tip of her clit with a claw. A few more flicks, and she was taken over the edge again, convulsing in waves around him, her nails digging into his shoulder, her face twisted to one side with her eyes closed. He stilled, eyes still cast down, waiting for her to regain her senses. He was never allowed to find release inside of her, not that he ever actually wanted to. She unwrapped her legs, letting him slip out of her.

“I want to watch you, puppy. Be a good boy,” she whispered, sitting up a little.

He resumed his kneeling position at the end of the bed and took himself in hand, keeping his gaze down. With quick strokes to the tip, he brought himself to orgasm. She watched with satisfaction as he twitched in his hand, and milky-white liquid began pouring out of the tip as he shook slightly, not making a sound. She grinned to herself: “shimeru.” The convulsions became stronger, mixing, as the collar constricted for the third time that night. Unable to keep in his position, Sesshomaru dropped to the floor in a ball.

“You are not to sleep or clean yourself until you have finished cleaning the house,” she casually reminded him.

Satisfied with her work, the miko climbed under her sheets and went to sleep, her puppy still twitching on the floor.

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Stepping on the sun-warmed stone, Kelani deftly made her way towards the outer fortress wall, taking care to remain unnoticed. She wanted to be left to her thoughts, for now, and she prided herself in her ability to become a shadow, when the occasion called for it. Besides, her known habit of materializing out of nowhere to find someone slacking on their duties kept the guards on alert.

Tonight, she found an excellent vantage point on top of a decorative archway. It was both high up and one end was deep in shadows from the adjacent building, making it unlikely for somebody to spot her, especially during the night. Sticking the dagger she was twirling inside her top again, she used small gaps between the mason work to climb up there, a feat made much easier by the fact that she was barefoot. Once perched on top, she could easily see the fortress wall, and a part of the city stretched out beneath. Guards would pass underneath occasionally, sometimes talking in low voices to each other, insects were chirping here and there, but otherwise it was quiet.

Kelani made herself comfortable, thinking back on the day’s events. In particular, a silver haired demon that was sleeping in one of her rooms just now. She allowed herself to dwell on his appearance, for the moment. Or his hair, rather, and how silky it felt when she brushed it. It made him look regal, in her opinion. Come to think of it, he could be made to look quite aristocratic, if you managed to overlook the collar and dressed him up a bit. She wondered mildly what he used to be before he got that thing put on him. Well, it was irrelevant now, his personality likely died a long time ago. That thought dimmed her mood a little. The mind was just as interesting to explore as the body, and she was to be deprived of this pleasure.

On the other hand, his inner beast was still alive. Yes, that brightened the issue slightly. She could distinctly feel it when she took his blood – it responded to her, reached out through the link to touch her. She grinned. Too bad he was not allowed to hurt her, she would not mind feeling those claws of his rake down her back slowly. The thought gave her a pleasant shudder. Perhaps, if his mind was dead anyway, there was no harm of having a little fun with him? She recalled the image of him standing naked in the water. Her own beast stirred, raising its head to sniff the air hopefully. But she held it back. He was helpless, and as appealing as that was to her, it would be dissatisfying to unleash her beast on him. She never truly earned his surrender, but signed for it. Kelani wrinkled her nose. Yes, that was the cause of her reluctance, it had to be.

Of course, then the question raised itself, whatever was she going to do with him? Pushing an avalanche of naughty images out of her mind, she focused again. Was she going to keep him around, much like you would do a pet hamster or a pet dog, since there seemed to be nothing more left to him but his animalistic attributes? Wouldn’t it be a much greater kindness to simply put him out of his misery? A wave of protectiveness surged through her. Apparently, her instincts were going to have none of that. She sighed. Perhaps it was simply too long since she came across anything non-human. And after a while, humans became boring. They did not have a shred of instinct, as far as she was concerned. She’s never had a pet that was not human.

She touched her feral side, concentrating to find the reason for its odd behavior towards her house guest. At that moment, there was some sudden, wild flapping right under her, as a bird took off after being disturbed in its roost. Startled out of her brooding, Kelani jumped, forgetting that she was actually sitting on a small ledge quite far away from the ground. She landed on the pavement crouched on all fours, looking slightly ruffled.

“Very graceful, Kelani.” There was a chuckle from the left.

With a look that very much said ‘I meant to do that!’, she turned, only to find Richard standing in the alley.

“Oh look, the one time you actually spot me on your watch, I have to fall from the sky right in front of you,” she replied with an icy tone.

“Well, I have to thank you for trying to save the city from the pigeon menace, my lady, and humbly accept your criticisms.” He made a show of bowing to her in thanks.

She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, and waited for him to finish his antics. For just about any other person, poking fun at her was about as safe as poking a sleeping dragon in the eye, but unfortunately for her in this situation, he was simply too good a friend to be disemboweled, and so she grudgingly sacrificed some of her pride in order to keep him alive. Yes, she told herself, she was a good friend.

“Are you quite through?” She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. Still chuckling, he patted her shoulder. “Aw come on, old friend, I could not live with myself if I didn’t seize such a golden opportunity. You let down your guard, what, once every three or four centuries?”

“Once a millennia, if that.” Though her tone was still icy, she was finding it hard not to laugh with him now.

“Damn, and I thought I was getting up in years.”

“What ailed me when I appointed a man of such silly antics to be my first in command I shall never know.”

“I believe it was my boyish good looks, my dear.”

He laughed again, and she responded with a smile this time, which he definitely caught out of the corner of his eye. They were walking together over the courtyard towards the entrance gate now.

“By the way, Nathan requested to see you tomorrow. He wants to meet that new pet of yours,” Richard told her.

“Yes, I figured he would.” With a completely serious look on her face she added: “I will have to give him a status report on the local pigeon population anyway.”

Their manner became far less casual when they reached the main gate and ascended the steps onto the wall, passing a few men on watch. After taking their inspection, they parted for the night, to both get some rest.

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Further babbling from author:
Ok, just to make sure I haven’t confused anybody, I decided to do a flashback at the beginning of this chapter. Also, you may or may not have noticed that my chapters are getting a little shorter in the process, because I have this itch to get them posted. The result of course will be more frequent updates, which are then shorter. I promise though I'm not simply getting lazy on this story.

Review answers:
Merely Truth – thank you for your compliments :). I'm glad that I succeeded in describing my intended flavor of the OC. Yes, she will develop beyond simply cold, but you'll just have to find out for yourself ;). I know, I tend to be kind of long-winded without getting to the point quite yet, but I like to think it will be worth the wait in the long run.