Spoils

AN: My goal for this story is to write dark, angsty porn with questionable plot. That’s it. If that is not your thing, then stop reading now. If you believe in happy endings, then stop reading now. If you believe in stories that have some moral, redeeming quality, then stop reading now. If you still feel like you want to continue, then by all means, read now.

Chapter Two:

“Has she spoken?”

“No, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she immediately replied, then paused before saying, “she has refused to eat, and barely drinks anything.”

“Hn, has she bathed?”

“Yes, the medicine easily allowed for the task.”

Silence thickened the air and further added to the dark gloom of the hall. It would be most inconvenient for her to die this quickly, he considered. He was far from through with the girl.

With Shizu’s healing talents, the physical wounds had all but healed, except for those within. Those wounds, regardless of the healer, would take more than a mere three days to mend. Nevertheless, as Sesshoumaru told himself, this was not for her pleasure but for his. She would eat, even if he had to force it so.

“Your task is done, Shizu” was said as he passed the older youkai, “Kagome will not require your services again till morning. Have someone bring a tray of food for her.”

With that last remark, Shizu let out a heavy sigh. The girl’s spirit was too oppressive. Finally, she was free for a time. As the healer left the long hall and began entering the servant’s quarters to carry out his orders, Shizu wondered what her lord saw in the human. Oh, she knew Sesshoumaru was nothing like his father. However, she had to ask herself why. Why did he want this particular human so badly? Of what she heard, this girl barely had control of her own miko powers.

However, he was inuyoukai, an inu-daiyoukai. All such creatures are possessive by nature. With further wonder, she pondered, so, when exactly, did Sesshoumaru consider the girl his? Shizu laughed at herself. She had to be exhausted to care about such matters. A servant is only as good as her discretion and utter silence. That was her mantra for centuries. Nothing would change that now, not even simple curiosity.

The room was quiet, dark, and deathly still. Had he not been youkai he would never had sensed her presence. But there she was cowering in the corner. Even in the darkness, he saw terror shine in her blue eyes.

Gracefully, he walked towards the bed and sat staring at the girl across the room. Smiling he pondered how he should go about molding the girl to his tastes. He always enjoyed the process as much as the final work. But first…

“Come here.”

She began to tremble again; she couldn’t obey willingly, but she knew the consequences of refusing as well. Kagome foolishly froze.

And Sesshoumaru was not amused.

Instantly he was by her side and grabbed the girl by the shirt collar. Hauling her towards the bed, he casually remarked,

“It would not be wise to disobey me, girl.” Like a frightened cat, Kagome bit and scratched at her captor. Her efforts were met with a clawed hand tightly gripping her pale throat.

“I had thought that after our first session you would have realized the futility of your resistance.”

She struggled to breath, failed, and began weakening quickly. Before the darkness completely took her, she heard cloth tearing and then nothing.

Kagome awakened, slowly realizing the situation she was in. Strips of her own clothing had been wrapped into a make-shift blindfold, binds, and gag. She couldn’t see; she couldn’t scream; she couldn’t move her hands. But the deep burning between her thighs, the heavy weight on her body, and breathing against her throat told her exactly where she was and what was happening.

He was raping her, again, thrusting into her small frame with the force that Kagome was sure she would die from. Her struggles only added to his pleasure and worsened her pain. She pitifully moaned her agony, soaking the blindfold with her tears. If she was able, she would weep openly, bitterly. She didn’t care if it made her look weak. Gods, she was tired.

Suddenly, fully seated inside her, he stopped and maneuvered her to straddle him. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he prevented her from breaking their connection. She felt too good to leave.

Kagome knew he was staring at her. His harsh breath cooled her flushed face. Her tears caused him no empathy. They only added to his amusement.

“Now, Kagome, it’s time that I set some rules,” all the while kissing a line from her soft shoulder to pliant lips. Seeing that the cloth prevented his further exploration of her mouth, he sliced it and kissed her senselessly. Holding her head in place, he gave a quick jerk of his hips. She yelped, allowing him to deepen the kiss. After an eternity, he let go, chuckling at the girl’s efforts to breathe again.

“You will eat what I offer you,” he whispered against her lips, “you’re responses are to be ‘yes, Sesshoumaru-sama.’ Now, say it.”

Her only response was tears and trembling. She was nearly delirious with pain and barely heard his commands.
Eyes narrowing, he forcefully jerked his hips into hers again, saying,

“Say it!”

“YES, S-SSesh-sh-sh-maru-SAMA,” she cried, unknowingly clenching him tighter within.

He groaned, leaning his head against hers, reveling in her submission to his power over her. His cock was still rock hard, but he was youkai and could stay that way for hours. He could wait.

Still holding her in place, Sesshoumaru reached for the tray of food, picked up the chop sticks, and began feeding her tiny morsels of rice and fish. He took his time with her. Praising her for each bite she accepted from him, he gently told her to always obey him. Resistance would only mean pain for her. With each rule, she responded with more tears and a ‘yes, Sesshoumaru-sama.’ She wasn’t going to fight him anymore.

Food finished, he stripped her of the blindfold and binds. Laying her down again, he gently began thrusting anew.

She winced in time with his movements, but she didn’t cry out. She had to be stronger than this. She settled for gripping the sheets instead. She did not look away as he stared into her eyes. She was so frightened that she didn’t have the courage to break the rules. But if he didn’t finish soon, Kagome knew that the last threads of her sanity would break. Mercifully, his movements met a hitch. Kagome felt more than heard him groan out his completion. This time, his seed did not burn, another grace to be thankful for. She was dizzy with fatigue by the time she heard him speak again.

“Sleep, Kagome,” he purred, while caressing her wet cheek, “you’ve earned it.”

Too exhausted to feel disgusted, she obeyed and closed her eyes. Some time later, he slowly pulled out of her body to lie beside her, spooning her to him, taking in her sweet scent.

Soon, he realized, she would be his masterpiece—this canvas of human flesh and will. As he began to drift, he knew that he would glory in this future. It was only a matter of time.