The Captive

Same disclaimer
Pairing: Sango/Kouga
”inner musings”

Chapter 4: Laying down the law

Sango was woken the next morning by someone gently rocking her. She could also hear a high-pitched voice calling her name but sleep would not yet release her. The last few days had been more taxing on her than she had originally thought. But the voice calling her and the hand shaking her would not be ignored; and so Sango opened her eyes to be greeted by the fuzzy image of a very young girl.

- “Lady Sango, please wake up!” The child begged.

- “What time is it?” Sango inquired drowsily.

- “It is well pass day break my Lady. And look, I have brought you food.”

The thought of food served to clear Sango’s mind, and she raised herself on her elbows. Looking directly at the child kneeling next to her, the demon slayer saw that she was holding a plate containing an oozing red mass of some unidentified meat. Nausea gripped her stomach and she had to fight to preserve her dignity.

- “What is that…exactly?” Sango asked her repulsion evident in her voice.

- “It is rabbit my Lady. It roams in the plains and feeds on the sweet grass.” The child explained with a bright smile. “It is very good, you will see.”

- “Do you know who I am?”

- “Yes, your are a demon slayer. Prince Kouga says that you helped him defeat Naraku. ” She said, not showing any fear at the fact that Sango exterminated her kind for a living.

” I helped him?? And here I thought he was the one who helped us?” Sango bit her tongue. If Kouga wanted to improve his reputation by exaggerating his role in Naraku’s defeat that was his choice. She had no right to expose his little lie since all that really mattered was that Naraku was dead and gone.

- “If you know that I am a demon slayer, then you should also know that I am human.” Sango waiter thr the child to acknowledge this fact. “And humans eat their meat cooked, not raw.”

- “But Prince Kouga said that you had requested no special treatment and that you would eat the same as us” The child clarified, hoping that she had not offended the pretty lady.

Sango’s temper was reaching boiling point. Not only had he belittled her, casting her in the part of a sidekick, but he also refused to properly feed her. “Oh! He doesn’t mind going to the trouble of having a feast prepared for Kagome but he can’t even give me cooked meat.” Sango thought, balling her fist beneath the skins which covered her body. She couldn’t help herself, she was jealous that Kouga did not deem to treat her with the same consideratio had had for Kagome. She blamed Miroku, and his dishonest affections, for her new inferiority complex.

- “What is your name little one?” Sango enquired, trying to regain control over her emotions.

- “My name is Maki, and I’m this old.” She answered lifting up six little grubby fingers. “You have already met my brothers, Ookamiichiro and Ookamijiro; they’re the ones who brought you here!”

- “Really? Well I must remember to thank them.” Maki failed to recognize the thinly valed threat in Sango’s words. “And thank you also Maki, for the food.”

Contented to know that she had pleased her prince’s guest, the girl exited the cavern to return to her mother’s side. Left alone, Sango tried to eat. Surprisingly enough, she did not gag on the bloody meat but found it was fairly tasty. ”I guess this will have to do until I have a talk with Kouga.” Taking her time, she examined her surroundings.

That cave was much larger that she had originally guessed. The decor was rustic but contained all the necessary amenities: a rudimentary wash stand, a lovely hand-painted wardrobe, a sitting area with large embroidered pillows and a fire-pit for those cold winter nights. There was a hole in the roof of the cave to let the smoke escape and other small angular cuts that allowed daylight to filter in. Not far from the bed she was laying on, Sango noticed a pile of Kouga’s discarded garments. It was the same silk robes he had been wearing the night before. “I suppose he came back to change into his regular armor. Has he said himself, there’s no need for ceremony, and no one to impress.” She thought bitterly.

Nevertheless, the idea of Kouga disrobing in the same room she was sleeping in made her blush. In fact, she thought she could vaguely recall hearing heavy footsteps scraping on the stone floor, in the night. “I imagine that’s when he swapped his clothes. But if that is true, could it also have been him I felt next to me?” She pondered.

Not long pass the midnight hour she had sensed a presence in the cave. It had slowly approached her berth and she was certain she had heard the figure sigh upon finding her asleep there. A few moments later, she detected the sound of cloth rasping against skin as though someone was undressing. The aura had finally moved closer and she had felt a warm body slip beneath the animal skins to lie closely next to her own.

Shaking her head, Sango scolded herself for her foolishness. “Stop fantasizing Sango! There is no way that could ever happen. Kouga loves Kagome and that’s final. He would never sneak into your bed, even if he did kiss you! It was only a dream” She was furious with herself; she was letting Kouga get under her skin and she knew no good would ever come of it.

Finishing the last of her meal, Sango got up. She removed her clothing and washed herself with some water she had found in an earthen bowl. Feeling refreshed, she redressed and set out to find Kouga; it was time they had a talk. Outside the cave, she caught up to a young woman who was carrying a basket laden with laundry.

- “Excuse me…miss?” Sango said to get her attention. “Do you know where I may find Kouga?”

- “The prince is training with the men on the plateau.” The woman replied. “Take the path to your right; it will lead you directly to the practice area.”

Sango quickly found the path the girl had indicated and began the smooth descent towards a plateau situated halfway up the mountaie. Ae. And that’s where she found him, sparing with Ookamiichiro. The match was not in the young man’s favor, he was getting pummeled by his leader. “It seems their blunder will not go unpunished!” Sango thought as she watched the wolf prince kick Ookamiichiro squarely in the head.


Kouga felt Sango approach, but he did not turn to look at her. He could not afford to be distracted from his present duties. He had warned his men there would be consequences for their incompetence, and this was the best way he knew to punish them. Some tribe leaders would have whipped a subordinate for failing a mission, but Kouga preferred to chastise them in the ring. This way his men also had an opportunity to improve their fighting skills, which would uatelately benefit the tribe.

With one final punch Kouga knocked out Ookamiichiro. The young man was dragged from the practice ring and placed next to his equally unconscious brother while two other men took their stance. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Kouga walked towards Sango. “She looks mad!” He though when he was close enough to make out her features.

- “What the hell do you want?” He asked, refusing to be intimidated by a woman.

- “Well, good morning to you too!” She replied sarcastically. “And what I want is to talked to you about these living conditions.”

- “Oh! Is the great Lady not satisfied with her quarters?”

The sickeningly smug smile on Kouga’s face told Sango all she needed to know. Her dream had not been a dream; the warm body that had come to her bed was Kouga’s. It took all of her will power not to blush at the realization that she had spent to night pressed close to him. Instead, Sango opted for righteous anger.

- “How dare you?” She asked, furious. “How dare you come to my bed uninvited?”

- “Because it is not your bed, as you say. It is my bed, and I have every right to sleep in it. You just happened to be there.” He replied calmly.

- “Then I demand to you arrange other accommodations for me.” She returned, rather petulantly. . “I also demand that you return my clothes and that you give me another kimono. This one is filthy. Oh! And from now on you’ll feed me suitably; I will not suffer raw meat.”

- “You are a prisoner and prisoners don’t get to make demands.” He said, never loosing his composure.

“Why, that pig headed bastard. How dare he talk to me like I’m some simpleton!” Sango raised her balled fist and prepared to strike him. But before she made contact, Kouga grabbed her hand and hauled her over his shoulder.

- “Put me down!” She screamed trying the squirm her way out of his grasp.

- “No!”

- “If you don’t put me down I’ll scream!”

Granted, the threat was not up to par with her reputation as a demon slayer, but the heat of Kouga’s body was very distracting. Try has she might, Sango could not ignore its effects on her senses. All ready she could feel her pulse quicken and her nipples harden. The shear maleness of Kouga was intimidating and somehow, Sango had fallen into the role of the outraged maiden.

- “You’re already screaming.” He pointed out.

- “Then let me go!”

- “No!” He shouted, quickly loosing his patience.” You had your chance last night. I instructed the guard to let you pass; you could’ve left at anytime. But instead you stayed and you commandeered my bed.”

- “I was exhausted; your henchmen didn’t let me rest for a single moment on the journey here.” She tried to justify herself.

- “That’s not my problem, is it now?” He returned flippantly.

With great speed, Kouga raced towards his cave. Even without the Shikon jewel shards embedded in his legs he could still move with the speed of a raging tempest. Sango was getting dizzy; all she could see were the blurry figures of the tribe’s people as they zoomed passed her eyes. Kouga slowed down when he reached the entrance of the cavern and stomped towards the bed. He then unceremoniously dropped Sango on to the soft pelts. Crouching low, he crawled over her with his hands and knees on either side of her. When they we’re eye to eye, he lowered his head until their noses touched.

- “Now you listen to me.” He said between clenched teeth. “I will not tolerate anymore of these childish outbursts.”

- “Why you son of a…” She began but stopped when she heard him growl threateningly.

- “Like I said, no…more…childish…outbursts!” He pronounced every word distinctly. “You could’ve gone free yesterday, but you didn’t. So now you are my captive, and you will obey my rules. You will wear what clothes I deem fit to give you. If you don’t like them then you will wear nothing. You will eat what food I provide. If you don’t enjoy raw meat then you will starve. And you will sleep in this bed, with me. If that arrangement does not suit you then you will sleep outside with the wolves. Is that understood?”

Sango could only nod her head in response. Kouga’s domineering behavior had her in awe. She raised her hands to push against his chest, but her gesture soon became more invitation than protest. Fear of his words made her tremble and her hands spasm, rhythmically massaging his pectoral muscles. With another growl, Kouga crushed his mouth to hers. Instantly, her lips opened to allow his tongue to invade her mouth and battle with her own velvety appendage.

Instinctively, Sango unclenched her knees and Kouga wasted no time settling himself between her parted legs. He pushed his groin into her own, rubbing his erection into her heated core through the thin layers of fabric that separated them. Never breaking the kiss, he used his right hand to undo the bows that kept her kimono fastened. He pushed the sides of the garment off her shoulders until she lay naked beneath him.

Releasing her mouth, he sat back on his knees and examined his handy work. “Umm, she’s perfect.” Kouga though as his eyes devoured her bare form. He took hold of her firm breasts and massaged them roughly, squeezing her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. ”Her skin is as smooth as silk. But I wager she tastes better than she feels.” Bending his head, his tongue lashed out to lap at her left nipple. Using his teeth, he nipped at the little bud until it stood in sharp contrast with the soft round mound. Moving to the other breast he repeated the process.

Slowly, he dragged his tongue down her torso leaving a moist trail in his wake. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he rubbed his nose into the soft curls that covered her womanhood. Delighted with the scent of her arousal, he used his right hand to part her outer lips and gazed upon her dripping core. He ran a finger along her slit, testing her readiness.

Sango moaned low in her throat when she felt him graze her clitoris with his callused finger. She bit down on her bottom lip when he inserted that same finger into her tight canal and began to pump it slowly in and out. But her scream could not be suppressed when his mouth joined in on the fun and he began to nibble and suck at her clit.

The get better access to her wet flower, Kouga raised her legs to rest over his shoulders. Removing his fingerm hem her body, he used both hands to lift her hips up and closer to his hungry mouth. Torturously, he devoured her, using his lips and tongue to lap at her sweet juices and bring her to completion.

Sango could feel the heat building inside her; the fire of passion running rampant in her veins. She couldn’t breath, she couldn’t think. All she could do was feel, and grip his head to pus tow towards her groin. When her orgasm finally hit, her back arched sharply so that only her head stayed on the soft feather pallet.

With a final lick, Kouga drank up the last of her pleasure. Idly, he crawled back up her body until he could see her face again. He bit her chin brutally to force her to open the eyes.

- “I thought you weren’t offering anything, least of all to me?” He tossed her words back at her.

Rising, he adjusted his armor and left her panting on the bed while he returned to his duties. He had used her. He had taken advantage of her attraction to him to show her that he was in charge; that he called the shots. Sango had never felt so mistreated, so filthy in her life.

- “I hate you!” She screamed as tears of humiliation stung her eyes.

Refastening the ties of her kimono, Sango wrapped her arms firmly around her abdomen. She turned the lay on her side and buried her face into the pillow while her body was raked with sobs. Sango cried until she fell into a troubled sleep, emotionally exhausted.