Wet Wings

Kagome wondered freely around the castle clothed only in her nightdress. Something was calling to her. A foreign cry that tugged on her senses. Kagome searched, getting hot then cold again as she traveled the long winding halls. Feet padded softly on the cold stone floors, pausing only briefly before deciding left or right. The closer she got to the call, the stronger the pull became. It led her to the top of a staircase, the steps old and unkempt. At the continued urging, she descended the winding stairs.

It was as if the darkness had breath, chilling her flesh and burning her nostrils with its intense musk. The walls were tight together, and the decent was narrow. Still the pull hurried her feet, and she raced down the stairs. Cold dirt meet with the bare soles of her feet, and the sounds of tortured moans filled her ears. Shadows obscured her demonic vision as the tug on her senses peaked, stopping her before a open cell. Confusion worked her eyebrows into a furrowed knot. There hanging from a wall was a figure of a nude man, old blood pooled at his feet.

Kagome could feel the pain radiating from this man, and tears stung her eyes. It hurt! It grabbed hold of her heart and clenched so tight she had to struggle to draw breath. As she approached his unresponsive figure her eyes grew wide at the sight. This was unlike anything she had been exposed to before. He hung deformed, skin and bones, with a bloody mat of silver hair. Startled she stumbled, awakening the tortured man.

Kagome couldn't understand the words that came out of his mouth. His voice did not pose fear upon her, only pain, for it was raspy and weak. She caught sight of his golden eyes and saw the underlined confusion and fear. Kagome moved closer, gently cupping the sides of his dirty wounded face. She wanted so badly to comfort him. Closing her eyes she pleaded with hope and love that this man would be restored to health. Her fingers grew warm and she poured it into his cold skin, wrapping him in a healing light.

Blue eyes opened and met with the revived golden ones. Seeing him fully healed appalled her in a way she could not describe. As he was now, she was able to better understand the forms of torture he had endured. Gently she reached on top of his head to comb her fingers over the soft ears that had once been torn off. Kagome smiled warmly into his shocked eyes.

“K-Kagome?” His voice remained weak.

She grinned wider. “Kagome.” She repeated after him, that’s what the other creature had called her as well. This man, she liked him. Something about him called to her and without understanding his words, she found faith within his golden eyes.

Inuyasha fought against the chains that bound him, pulling free with a unknown strength. “Kagome.” He murmured her name sweetly, holding her tight. Inuyasha was overcome with having her in his arms again. There hadn’t been a day when he did not think of her, worry if she had escaped. He buried his face in her raven locks inhaling deeply. Oh how he had missed her scent! Inuyasha froze. Pulling back he stared in shock, betrayal expressive in his golden eyes. This was not Kagome! “Who are you?” He backed away.

Kagome tilted her head in confusion and approached him again. She didn’t understand what he was trying to ask her, but she gave him the best smile she could, hoping he would understand her somehow.

Inuyasha clutched his head in agony, his heart clenching. He had foolishly mistaken this woman as his Kagome. This demon woman in place of the pure miko he had grown to love. “Stay away from me.” He whispered.

Kagome not understanding his words reached out to touch his ears. She really liked them. Gently she tweaked them, a small giggle escaping her lips as they twitched beneath her touch.

Inuyasha froze. He recognized that laugh, her smile, and the way she was touching his ears now. It was so Kagome like. Was he going crazy? How could this be her? How could Kagome be a demon? His eyes caught hers again and the doubt was erased from his mind. This was Kagome! This was his beautiful mate! The woman that loved him regardless of everything! Inuyasha pulled her into a crushing hug, nestling his face into her raven locks. This was Kagome! “I was so scared for you.” He breathed a sigh of relief, and promised himself he would never let her go.

Kagome was content in this mans arms, she felt safe and warm. His embrace had smoothed her skin of the small bumps and upraised hairs. She definitely liked this man. The way he touched her hair, his fingers running gently through it caressingly. The way he smelled. The way his face lit when looking at her. She was glad to have helped him.

Inuyasha gently touched her wings, a small smile tugging on his lips. “I like them Kagome.” The silken feathers felt therapeutic, soothing to his distress. “I don’t know what happened after-.” He cut himself off. “Well, whatever happened to you, it wont change anything between us. I’ll love you always.” A loud bang startled them both, and Kagome peeked over her shoulder at the figure of a man.

Sesshoumaru let the cell door slam loudly, alerting the pair of his presences. His demeanor having completely changed from the man Kagome had grown relatively found of. This man still had the same eyes of gold, except something had changed in them. Predatory.

Kagome shivered subconsciously clinging tighter to the man who held her.

Inuyasha instinctively went to grab for his sword only to find his bare hip in its place. Pulling away from Kagome he pushed her behind him. “Stay away from us Sesshoumaru!” Inuyasha would do the best he could with his bare hands.

Sesshoumaru lifted an eyebrow in mock interest. “You have lost your mind hanyou.” He spat the word out foully. “Maybe its time I simply put you out of your misery.” Thin lips curled into a cruel smile. “Who knows, maybe this time I wont revive you after I kill you.”

Inuyasha snarled, willing all his demonic blood to come forth. “I will not let you defeat me Sesshoumaru! I have Kagome to protect.”

“Kagome…”. Sesshoumaru barely glanced at her, his attention quickly returning to Inuyasha. “That woman was given to me as a gift.” His smirk widened, enjoying the look of horror that masked his half brothers face. “Although I must thank you brother.” He paused enjoying the moment. “Up until now I had no idea who she was. This may just make things a lot more interesting around here.” Sesshoumaru moved quickly.

Inuyasha was unprepared for the sudden blow that hit him square in the jaw, sending him flying against the side of the cell wall. Hurriedly he moved to get up only to find Sesshoumaru’s boot crushing him back down.

“Stay put mutt.” Sesshoumaru was sure to grind his boot into the half-breeds gut for extra emphasis. Averting his attention to the miko turned demon he smiled at her, beckoning her forth. “Come.” His voice lightened with false gentleness.

Kagome wavered, confused about what was going on but slowly stepped toward him. Eyes looked questioningly up into his confusing gold ones. She didn’t understand what had changed in him.

Sesshoumaru was quick to grab hold of her, being mindful not to bruise her delicate flesh. “Something I find particularly interesting.” He looked down into his half brothers eyes. “This woman has no scar of having ever been marked.” Sesshoumaru kept eye contact with the mutt, while showing him her bare shoulder. “I suppose it slowly faded after your death that night.”

Inuyasha growled and tried to dislodge his older brothers foot. “Then maybe I was mistaken. Maybe that isn’t Kagome.”

Sesshoumaru held his stare, crushing his foot down until he heard a rib crack. “Or maybe it is your woman.” He pulled her closer to his side. “I have been searching for her you realize. You must imagine how strange it was for me not to be able to track down a simple human girl. But this… This explains why.” His eyes hardened. “My plans were to simply destroy her, but now, I think I’ll use her.”

Sesshoumaru ignored his brothers threats as he turned his attention back to the girl. “For all her daftness, she did give me quite a good time in the bathhouse the other night. Your sweet human has become something much more delicious. Kagome has forgotten all about you.” He said her name sweetly, mocking the pained hanyou beneath him.

“Don’t you touch her!” Inuyasha managed to break free, swiping out at Sesshoumaru.

Sesshoumaru quickly pulled the girl behind him and pinned the hanyou to the wall. “Think yourself fortunate Inuyasha. I will not maim you again, you will live the rest of your days in perfect health chained to this wall!” Sesshoumaru made quick work of the chains, binding the furious mutt. “Try not to worry brother. I will take good care of my new pet.” Sesshoumaru gently took her by the arm and led her away. “It wouldn't do to have her sneak away in the middle of the night to heal you again, now would it?”

Kagome tried to look backward, but was being pulled away to quickly to catch a last glimpse of the man that had held her so gently. Sorrowful eyes looked upward into the calculating gold ones. Turning from her he pulled her up the stairs after him. He knew exactly what to do with this woman now, and he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

Kagome wrapped her small fingers tighter around his bigger hand as he led her down the dark hall. She felt lost, but this man was guiding her, holding her hand. If she craved anything from life it was contact, to be held, and to hold. This man with the broad shoulders was strong. She could tell as much. Maybe he would protect her.

Sesshoumaru was leading them to the bathhouse. The smell of the hanyou’s blood was on the both of them, along with the stench often found in dungeons. Upon entering the indoor spring, he was filled with the memories of the night before, and smirked at the small woman that stood beside him. How fitting that Inuyasha’s woman should fall into his hands. From what he could remember she used to have quite the mouth on her. Indeed her loss of memory was a improvement.

He could tell she was sleepy, her legs wobbly as she stood before him. Removing their ruined garments he discarded them in a shredded pile, lifting her into his arms. Sesshoumaru smirked at her small gasp, her eyes returning to a happy dancing blue. Truly it was delicious, the taste of revenge. Especially when it came in this woman’s flavor. Carrying her into the water he gently brushed his lips against hers, slowly teaching her the art of a kiss.

Sesshoumaru woke late the following morning, lazily opening his eyes to regard the sleeping woman next to him. Her hidden face nestled in the curve of his arm. Shifting he pulled her closer a clawed finger freeing a hair caught between her lips. Sesshoumaru admired her beauty, gently running a finger over the curve of her jaw. Demon blood had perfected her, made her worthy to share his bed. As if sensing his stare she slowly opened her striking blue eyes.

Smirking he felt her cling to him tighter, her chest pressing against him as she inhaled his scent. She responded well toward his gentle caresses and eagerly spread her legs as his hand slid down her navel. Kagome was quite the quick learner.

Stripping the bed of the silk sheet he grabbed her by the legs, pulling her so he was between her thighs. A wicked grin pulled on the corners of her lush pink lips, and he was slightly taken aback. Those looks she would give him always caught him off guard. Patient for the moment she stared at him, waiting and wanting. Her hair was spread out and tangled, a mixture of glossy waves interweaving with the feathers of her wings. He pulled her thighs higher, lifting her lower body from the sheets to rub against his enlarged hardness. He wanted to watch as he moved within her, and slowly teased her slick entrance with the tip of his cock. Sesshoumaru gripped her with one hand, using the other to maneuver the swollen tip against her clit.

Sesshoumaru held her gaze and watched as her eyes clouded over, lips parting with a aching moan. He would have her taught, and soon it would be his name she would be crying. His own body began to ache with need and he guided himself into her, slowly spreading her open. Tight walls clamped and her knees dug into his hips on their own accord, her center pushing up to rub against him as he moved into her. Sesshoumaru watched with male pride as his engorged member was pulled from her, slick with her juices, then thrust back again.

Again she surprised him as she busied her hands with her large breasts, pulling a enlarged nipple toward her wet lips. Plunging deeper he watched her, hungry to taste what she was flaunting. Moaning she pulled her lips free, leaving a glistening wet nipple in its wake. With a abrupt motion he had lifted her, still on his knees he held her firmly in place keeping him sheathed inside her. Sesshoumaru slid his hands to her ass, her hands bracing themselves on his shoulders as he thrust into her with a renewed vigor. His hungry lips sought out her breasts, and he twirled the pink nipple about with his tongue.

Kagome tightened her legs around his hips, and tossed her head back crying out with the waves of pleasure that flooded through her. She squeezed tighter around him, her juices being forced out to drip hotly down his thighs. Sheens of sweat coated the pair as their bodies writhed together. Countless explosions lit the backs of her closed lids, and Kagome dug her nails into his shoulders as another one built up inside of her.

Sesshoumaru felt her struggle against his pace, urging him faster with her own approaching orgasm. Complying he moved them both to new heights, her scream of release ringing loudly in his ears as he came with her. Capturing her hazed blue eyes with his he slowly moved inside her soaked walls a few more times before withdrawing.

Kagome curiously reached down between them, her hand coming back slick with their lovemaking. Tentatively sucking on one of her fingers, her eyes widened in shock and she sucked another finger clean, liking the mixture of their mixed passion. Suddenly no longer sustained, Sesshoumaru felt himself harden against her stomach and quickly claimed her lips with his own, thrusting back into her hot cavern.

It was well past noon by the time Sesshoumaru finally pulled himself away from the lusty woman that had tangled herself in his sheets, sleep once again clutching her in its hold. Sesshoumaru assumed it was just as well she remained there and out of trouble. Donning his armor he made his way from the room, he had a visit to pay.

Inuyasha could hear him approaching, the crunch of his boots echoing loudly in the tunneled passage that made up the dungeons. He could only see red by the time the bastard came into eyesight. If only he had his sword, then he would wipe that smug look off his face. Inuyasha gritted his teeth together, his jaw locking under the pressure.

Sesshoumaru sneered at his brother waiting for him to get a good whiff of the scents that lingered fresh on his body. “I just thought I’d pay you a visit while our little miko is resting.” He raised a provoking eyebrow. “Has she always been this easy to wear out?” Sesshoumaru slowly made his way to stand in front of his brother, impressed with the ferocity he saw growing in the mutts eyes. Well, if looks could kill.

Sesshoumaru held two fingers out suggestively. “I bet the taste of her still lingers. What do you say brother? Will you beg me to let you take a taste?”

Inuyasha snarled fighting against the chains. “Just wait Sesshoumaru, once I get a hold of my sword again I’ll-.”

“You’ll do what?” Sesshoumaru was quick to shut the half breed up. “How many times have you tried to kill me with that sword before Inuyasha. Really, I think you would come up with something a little more clever then that, because your swordsmanship leaves much to be desired.” His eyes lit. “Your woman however, she is very satisfying. Did you teach her those tricks?” Sesshoumaru leaned in close to his brothers face. “Or did she learn them from someone else?”

Inuyasha spat, angry he couldn't’t do more to shut the bastard up. The satisfaction was brief, and quickly replaced with pain as Sesshoumaru’s fist found its way into his gut. “Fuck you.” Inuyasha wheezed, coughing up a small amount of blood.

“The only one I'll be fucking, dear brother, is Kagome.” He took a step back and crossed his arms, leaning against the wall while he regarded his brother with half lidded eyes. “Who knows, maybe I’ll screw her in front of you. Would you like that half breed?”

Inuyasha squeezed his eyes shut, and fought against the chains. These were the sort of chains made to hold demons, the more you struggled against them, the more energy it drained from your being. But he broke free once, and he would do it again.

Sesshoumaru felt the spike of Kagome’s aura as she awoke and gently tapped Inuyasha’s ear. “Can you sense her too? She’s awake now.” Sesshoumaru was quick to pull his hand back before the hanyou could sink his teeth into it. “I’ll see you around little brother.” Sesshoumaru waved his hand in dismissal not bothering to look back as he ascended the stairs.

Kagome had somehow found herself in the care of a elderly woman, her wrinkles a amusing new thing for Kagome. Although aged with lines, the woman was Youkai, her temperament iffy under Kagome’s abuse. This particular woman had been called to stay at the palace for the sole purpose of teaching a young lady, as she had been told.

Old eyes frowned at the young woman before her as she once again had to stop her instructing to remove the womans hands from her face. “You will stop that immediately!” She screeched, tapping the book she held in her hands in a hopeless effort to draw her attention away from her wrinkles.

Kagome blinked, dismissing the book without as much of glance in its direction. Blue eyes concentrated on the flesh of her face, wondering why the skin hung loose covered in thin lines. A hand reached up to touch her own smooth skin.

“Wrinkles.” A voice opted, and from the hall stepped the tall figure of a woman Kagome had yet to meet. She was beautiful with pale gold hair, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Those.” She came closer and pointed a clawed finger to the old womans face. “Are called wrinkles.”

Kagome grinned up at the new arrival. “Wrinkgles.” She attempted.

“Wrinkles.” The woman was patient, obviously amused on the old youkais behalf.

“Wrinkles.” Unsure Kagome pointed again to the age lined face. “Wrinkles!” Yuuka grinned widely at the girl. “You learn quick.” She ruffled her hair, mindful of the bowed ribbons that hung cutely.

Sniffing with disdain the older demon fixed her with a cold stare. “If you think she’s so bright, why don’t you teach her!” Quickly standing, the old demoness collected her belongings. “I’m a teacher, not a baby sitter.”

Yuuka drew her eyebrows up in amusement. “Crabby.” She pointed toward the back of the retreating demoness, her face twisting sourly.

Kagome smiled at the expression and pointed to the old woman, repeating after her with questions in her eyes. “Crabby?”

“Very good!” Yuuka took her by the hand and led her from the stuffy study, in search of new words and things to teach her. As they walked Yuuka pointed to herself. “Yuuka.”

“Yuu-.” Frustrated Kagome struggled over the last bit of her name. “Yuuk- Yuuka.” She fumbled over it slightly. Kagome pointed her herself. “Kagome.”

“Kagome.” Yuuka grinned. “What a cute name. Very foreign sounding.” Understanding only her smile Kagome beamed at her.

Sesshoumaru came upon them as they made their way into the garden. Watching with vague interest as the demoness was gently teaching Kagome words. Where was the old hag he hired? “Yuuka.” He questioned her, recognizing her as the daughter of a general he kept employed at the castle.

Startled by his presences she immediately rose to her feet and bowed before him. “Lord Sesshoumaru.” She addressed him, keeping her head bowed in deep respect.

Sesshoumaru dismissed her from her bent over position, noticing how happy Kagome seemed. “Why is it you are the one teaching her?”

Hesitant Yuuka lifted her chin. “The old hag-” She quickly caught herself. “The woman said she was not a baby sitter, Milord.”

Amused he fixed her with a cold stare. “And you took it upon yourself to teach in her stead?”

Sensing a change in his demeanor Kagome was quick to move from where she rested on the stone bench, her hand seeking the demoness’s warm grip. “Yuuka.” She had perfected her name.

“This Sesshoumaru will allow you to continue to teach her.” He held her gaze. “I expect you to finish what you started.” He moved to pull a leaf from Kagome’s hair, gently cupping her cheek. “Make sure you teach her my name as well.” With that said he quietly left them to their work, it was about time he returned to his own. Running the western lands took much of his time.

Yuuka wondered at the gentleness he exhibited toward this girl as she watched him walk away. The lord of the castle had always given her the chills, brushing the feeling aside she pointed at his retreating back. “Lord Sesshoumaru.” She stated the syllables slowly.

Yuuka worked with Kagome until late that night, the two of them currently snacking on the fruits Yuuka had brought to Kagome’s room. “Apple.” Yuuka made the mistake of speaking the word around the mouthful she had yet to swallow.

“Apfle!” Kagome imitated.

Swallowing Yuuka stood, tossing the core from the window. “Apple.” Moving toward the door she waved goodbye to the girl, summoning the maids.

Kagome watched with weary eyes as the demoness she had grown devoted to left, and in came two women dressed in gray. They took the ribbons from her hair and pulled the kimono from her tired limbs, dressing her in a simple cotton nightdress. Kagome allowed them to tuck her into the warm bed, watching as they snuffed the candles and left her in the dark.

Sesshoumaru was instantly aware the moment he heard the click of his bedroom door opening. He kept his senses low, feigning sleep as whoever had dared sneak into his room approached him. The heat of a hand neared his face and he was quick to react, grabbing the intruder and pinning them beneath him. Shocked, he was met with the crystal blue eyes of the woman that had kept him awake, thoughts of her plaguing his mind.

“Lord Sesshoumaru.” She said his name sweetly, her voice a gentle chime that rang like a bell in his ears. Her lips wetted and she strained from where he had her pinned, searching for his kiss.

Tightening his hold on her he pressed the full length of his body against her soft curves. She was beautiful beneath him, held and restrained. His claws dug into her once unmarred wrists, crescent moons bleeding beneath his fingers. Sesshoumaru liked her this way, and pressed into her with a determined thrust, her legs wrapping around him submissively. He pulled his lips from hers, freeing her mouth to cry his name into the night.