A Woman!

An: I may be off on the time line of events, roll with it folks, because well… I don’t want to think too hard to fix it. Beyond this, this chapter and the next and perhaps last may be rather larger then the first 3, I have a set idea for the number of chapters I want and a lot must happen in the last 3 chapters, so we’re probably going to get a bit longer on you from here on out. Also this chapter has a rape scene in it, its not all that vulgar but its marked so that you may avoid reading it if you‘d like, you have been warned. Disclaimers: I still don’t own anything but the plot. Anything I do own, don’t steal :p Thanks.



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Just in case you didnt read that the main point of it was: this chapter has a rape scene in it

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They had been searching for the young slayer for a little over a week now, the lingering scent on the wind had been coming from the South-eastern most part of the territory, and though the West was not at war with the South that did not mean they were any closer to being friendly either. Many Lords, both cardinal and lower were affronted with the power the West held, and being the greedy and jealous youkai that most were, they ended up hating or coveting all things Western. This of coarse did not make life for anyone easy in the West, least of all the hanyou that most only put up with because of whose son he was.



Inuyasha nearly flew from tree branch to branch never once slipping, he could not in all good faith say his nose was even half the nose either his great father or brother had, but it was better still then most full blooded inuyoukai, such was the strength in his fathers great and terrible blood. It made tracking things far easier but in this case it had seemed as if his target didn’t want to be found. They had covered the area more then once for he was sure that the boy’s scent was near by but he could not pin-point the exact location. He was about to call out to them that they settle for lunch when he smelt the boy, and this time it was closer then he would have ever thought.



Inuyasha shouted for them to follow and took off faster then he had been going as of late, the renewed interest of trying to find the boy verses actually doing it, giving him much more strength. He barreled through the underbrush into a clearing only to be met with the boy behind a rather pregnant inuyoukai, who had not only her fangs bared threateningly, but her sword drawn, her youki climbing at unrelenting rates, and her eyes glowing scarlet and white. Honestly if the boy was not involved he’d think she looked rather sexy all worked up even if she was pupped, but as it was, the boy was behind her, Inuyasha didn’t understand what was going on but he was going to find out.



“Who are you and give us back the boy!” he demanded in a bit of a harsh tone. The female snarled deadly at him, and it was clear that whatever relationship the boy and she had, it was enough of one for the female to protect him, which was an oddity all its own.



“I have no reason to answer you, hanyou. Sheath your sword and be gone.” she answered in a deadly tone of her own, her voice not betraying the emotional signs of distress at the situation. It didn’t take her ability to scent to know who this hanyou was, there was only one in all of the West that wore a red hatori and hakamas set, one who wielded such a fang, one who had golden eyes and dim white hair, Inuyasha, the Western prince and regent, her mate’s younger half brother.



Her logical side was screamed as was her emotionally pregnant beast, but her face and scent reflected nothing but cool calm determination that the hanyou regardless of his status, leave them be. As far as she knew the hanyou did not know the boy, and for what ever reasons he wanted him there was no way Kagome was going to give him up, he was pack, and pack never turned over pack. Besides that, if this hanyou knew of her then there was no telling what he’d do about her, his brother’s involuntary mate, and pupped bitch.



The hanyou bristled, he was not so stupid to know that hanyou’s were not the cream of the crop, that most just tolerated his presence, but he didn’t know who this bitch was who thought she could speak to him in such a way, she had the one thing he was looking for and he wasn’t about to let her leave with Kohaku. What he couldn’t understand though was why Kohaku looked more scared of him then he did of the female. Or why the boy smelled so much like the female, let alone why the female smelled familiar to him in some way, no these things he couldn’t understand but he wanted to know so he was going to ask. His mouth was open and he was about to shout at her demanding answers when Sango, Miroku, Kirara and Shippo broke through the underbrush.



Sango was in tears in moments, she hadn’t seen her brother in weeks, and now she had him back, and though he was behind a female youkai who had her sword drawn and her attention fully on her hanyou friend, Sango paid them no mind as she called out to her brother. Kohaku having finally seen and heard his sister broke through and ran for her, the female inu with the sword having not sheathed it, nor had she taken her eyes off the hanyou before her. When she spoke, “Kohaku,” it was her tone that he knew, she wanted answers.



“This is my sister.” the boy stated and received a nod from the female who’s sword was still drawn. Kohaku had told her much of his life before the war, before his village had been slaughtered, he hadn’t told her about that day yet, but had said that he’d gotten separated so she knew this female to be the one he had wanted to search out. The female was fine with her, but the male hanyou was another story.



Her instincts, her beast, and her logical side did not like other males around her in general at this moment, especially male inu’s, hanyou or not. Kohaku was fine, he was not of the age of rut, ‘manhood‘, and did not give her beast or logical side reason to be wary, the hanyou did though, as did the monk. Though the monk’s was for this reason and another, he was a holy man, thus meaning like the two slayers, her natural enemy. Though considering she saw they traveled with two youkai and a half-demon it could be said that this monk was not at all like others.



“Feh! Come on, we’re going.” stated the hanyou as he still had his own sword drawn, though now he was thinking in the whole time the female had not once placed her sword down, nor had she attacked, and for some reason she smelled familiar to him, but the scent was mixed and faint, he couldn’t place it and it had him edgy. The group made to leave but Kohaku did not, it was the small fox that brought this up to the rest of them, as the hanyou had finally sheathed his sword and started leaving the area.



“Kohaku come on your falling behind.” stated the boy. As the rest stopped to look back, They saw the demoness turning to leave then Kohaku turned to look at her, and simply shrugged as he went after the demoness. Sango and Mirkou’s mouths fell open while the hanyou bristled.



“What the hell!” finally his brashness had returned, as he bellowed after them the rest of the group following behind the irate hanyou. “You are coming with us kid!”



“No, I’m not.” the boy stated as though it was the simplest of thoughts.



“Yeah. Ya are!” retorted Inuyasha as he made to grab the boy, which was a mistake. Before his clawed hand made contact with Kohaku’s wrist he was thrown back with a force that rivaled his brothers wrath. He landed solidly in a tree before he shook himself and stood, his narrowed eyes falling on the demoness who had her own eyes narrowed at him in return, standing again protectively in front of the boy. “Bitch!” he snarled as lunged for her, but was cut off with the chain and sickle belonging to Kohaku cut his path. He growled at the boy when he was cut off by Sango’s exasperated voice.



“What’s going on here?!” she asked having seen her brother move far faster then she had remembered him last, and the look in her brothers eyes was that of a true slayer, who took no mercy on their prey. This was not the boy that she had last seen, but the man he was growing into, what had caused this? She wondered, not that she was displeased just amazed by the change. Her brother had always had a soft heart when it came to killing but now he defended this demoness with his very life.



“Sister, who is this?” her brother’s voice was cold and distant, making her cringe in reply.



“This is Inuyasha-san, second heir to the Western Lands, Regent of the West, Prince of the Moon.” she gave his full title, knowing how much it annoyed the hanyou, and inwardly giggling to herself as she saw him pout. “And who is that?” she point to the demoness who looked upon them a bit coldly.



“Kagome-sama.” answered the boy, though he gave no other information about her, and silence fell around them a bit. Before Sango huffed in annoyance before asking more.



“And why are you with her?” she gritted out.



“She saved me, as for why I’m with her it is my choice, she is pack.” he answered as though it was obvious. Sango was a bit shocked, her brother knew what ‘pack’ meant, and for an inu to give such a thing, again it was not taken lightly. The female that stood before them had not only saved her brother, but taken him as pack, meaning he was under her protection, a protection that she would die for if need be, there was no higher honor among inu’s, specially for one who was not in fact an inu. She gasped a bit, as did the rest, though the hanyou did bristle more, knowing what it meant as well.



“Why would she make you pack?” nearly bellowed the hanyou as he sheathed his blade and comically reacted throwing his fists in the air and waiving them like a madman. The younger slayer scowled darkly at him, while Kagome only narrowed her eyes, the only outward sign of her ire. It was not her place to explain why she did anything, in fact she let him know just that.



“This Kagome has no reason to explain herself to you.. Slayer, you are welcome to come as well if you’d like, it makes no difference.” She said as she again turned to leave, but was stopped by the monks voice.



“Kagome-sama, I’m sure you have your reasoning’s, but we have been searching very hard for Kohaku-kun, and having found him in your care, we are just wondering how that came to be?” he intoned showing that he was not as brash as the other male of his group, but he spoke up again. “Also, How is it that young Kohaku has been made Pack?” but to finish he did walk over to her grabbing her hand with a quickness that not many humans possessed, leaving the female inu speechless, “And Kagome-sama, when you can,” he said eyeing her swollen stomach, “…would you do me the honor of baring my son?”



She was shocked for a moment, and managed to growl and yank her hand away, as the female slayer --whom she had been made aware from Kohaku-- who’s name was Sango, maneuvered her large weapon, effectively hitting the monk on the head, and watched as he fell to the ground with a grin on his face. She watched as the young kit and the two tailed neko shook their heads, hearing the young kit mutter something that ‘the monk would never learn.’ She huffed inwardly, pulling her mask of stoicism up around these strangers.



She was not naturally such a stiff being as Kohaku had learned she could be rather playful when she got to know you and her block of ice melted rather quickly when she learned to trust you. Kagome, though, didn’t know these people and there was no way she would be anything but a marble like beauty to them for the moment. She scowled a bit at the monk, mentally making a reminder to torture him after she birthed her pup, or possible giving him to her mate. She also wondered why a young kitsune would travel with such a band of obviously odd coupling, ‘where was the kits mother to allow such things‘, not that it was her business but it was peculiar. ‘And why was the second Western heir with them, who were they that they were so important‘, again she really didn’t care, but she was in fact a social being.



Kagome decided that she was not going to answer any questions, if the boy wanted to then so be it, but it was not something she would participate in. The elder slayer was welcome to join them, she was a female, and the boy’s sister, thusly making her pack in some way as well. The males, she didn’t care for, perhaps the neko and kit could come with them, Kagome wouldn’t mind the other youkai as well, but she would be birthing soon, and was not completely sure of having other youkai near her, the female would be in danger near her when she birthed, the rest would defiantly be in danger. In fact they all would be, but Kohaku, her beast would scent her own scent on him, he would be safe, the rest she was not sure about.



“Monk, you will never touch this Kagome in such a way again, to do so would be to for fit your life.” she stated rather coldly, “Kohaku, slayer. Come.” she order, brokering no room for argument, but argument is what she got from the slayer whose anger was nearly palpable.



“Who do you think you are bossing my brother and I around like that? I have no idea who you are, so why would I come with you? And another thing, don’t you go threatening my friends like that, yes the monk is a pervert!,” Miroku feigned being hurt by her words, “But he’s MY pervert! If anyone’s going to kill him it’ll be me! Arrogant youkai!” she said while holding her boomerang tightly, all the while Kirara was bristling at the youkai Sango was too irate to notice until she finished her rant. She took in the sight of the female inu, her eyes were narrowed into horrible little slits with startling scarlet rising on the edges of her nearly white eyes, speaking volumes, as did her voice when she finally spoke.



“Not that I explain myself to anyone, because I neither care to or have time to deal with such petty situations, but I think I am the one that saved your brothers life with my own blood, making him MY pack, as you are his only living sibling that in turn makes you pack as well. The monk touches what belongs to another, I gave him a warning where my mate would simply take his life. You should be grateful that he is not around at the moment, because your pervert would be dead. I expect you to follow because it is getting late and I will not have My pack of humans getting sick because of the cold. Sick humans are generally whinier then I care to deal with. Now, if you have your explanation…Come.” she stated coldly, leaving the elder slayer gawking, and the younger having gotten used to such things laughing to himself. Not to mention the still bristling hanyou, or the open mouth monk and kitsune, the neko having just mewed her understanding.



Sango watched as Kagome turned to leave, followed by her brother, she looked back at the monk and he shrugged his shoulders before he began to follow as well, Sango followed suit with the kitsune on her shoulder and the small neko in her arms, a grumbling hanyou behind her. They traveled for a short time, while walking in silence, Kagome could hear them all, she was annoyed that the rest had followed but she really didn’t care at the moment, she wanted to get to her cave, she was tired, and would need to feed soon, her pup was riled up, as was her beast and they were both making her wary and agitated at the commotion around them.



It was times like this she wished to all the kami’s she had gone back to her mate as soon as she found out that she was with pup. She wouldn’t have to deal with these things, Kohaku was easy to deal with, the boy was self sufficient, and needed little to no protection. She had noticed over their shared time together that the seemingly fragile boy she had pulled from the river was in fact a well trained slayer. He was proficient in many things, and she could say that in all honestly she was glad not to be his enemy.



She had come to like his quietness, his way of offering companionship without polluting the night with irritant speaking, though he could hold a conversation fairly well. They had come to an odd form of endearment to one another, her larger kills took care of food for them both, and the furs were cleaned and used around the cave for warmth. He often took care of getting wood for the fires, and had taken it upon himself to get herbs, while she secured things for his comforts like blankets, rice, and tea which they found both were fond of.



She hoped that by bring the elder female into her pack she was not bringing on too much, she had gone from being alone to a pack of two, and now she had a gaggling six following her through the woods, inwardly she sighed in agitation. The two that should be following she didn’t mind, in fact her logical side only had true issues with the two males that were of rutting age, especially the hanyou.



Not being able to take it much more, she finally stopped, Kohaku noticing immediately, and falling into a fighting stance, Sango following his stop but amazed at his tactic, but noticing Kagome looking annoyed beyond her shoulder and back to Miroku who had bumped into Kohaku’s suddenly stopping form. She watched as the youkai came directly to the monk and asked, “Why are you following?” Sango could tell she was irritated, but had no idea why, she had told them to come, apparently Miroku was thinking the same thing.



“You told us to?” he asked scratching the back of his head nervously, have gave her an unsure laugh that was shaky having dealt with an annoyed woman for a long time with Sango, did not give him a longing to deal with a pregnant inu youkai. Her growl was low but audible, and really only the youkai of the group knew she was aggravated, but it did not stop them from following her as she went back to leading, apparently the monks guess was enough. She stalked off into the growing night leading them to her cave.



The cavern was rather nice and clean, she stalked off into the back, leaving Kohaku to explain where things were, which the boy did without fail. He told them of the river, and the near by hot springs, where the best wood was, the fields near by, and that above all, Kagome’s personal cave was not to be entered. Sango understood, it would be death going into a nesting den for a pregnant demoness, especially if she was of a canine verity, which it seemed their host was. The cave though was rather large, allowing enough room for a full grown inu to crawl through on her belly if need be, or blocking the entrance of the cave, either or if needed.



They all found a nice place to sleep, the slayers together in the small alcove that Kohaku had been using as his own room, the kit and the neko with them, the monk in the main room, and the hanyou, smartly staying out of the cave all together out in a near by tree. When morning came it came to the annoyed barks of the hanyou telling everyone to get up, followed by the sharp yelp of said same hanyou withering in the grasp of the annoyed-pregnant-no-longer-a-morning-youkai Kagome. Basically he learned quickly that morning time was not a time to be loud.



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To the North…



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Naraku lay as morning came to grasp the day enthralled with nude female bodies, all of which were still chained to the posts of his own bed. His morning erection noticeable, but he didn’t bother waking any of the slaves he had around him. His mind was in thought coming up with plans, and trying to figure out how to make the West fall. He was no fool, he knew his father fought for the spoils of war, Naraku himself only wanted the destruction, he was very much like his old man’s younger self, the one that had raped and concurred the North from those unruly ungrateful kuroinu’s, the lightning clan.



He had not been born then, but his old man had been so young, at least he’d been told as much. The old spider had fought against the great Kagemirushi, leader of the clan of the Northern black dogs, the lightning clan, his bitch had gotten away with their youngest pup and many of her handmaidens, as well as a few of her clansmen, while the rest had stayed to fight off the invading spider army of the youthful general Onigumo. It had been a coup de tat, and it had gone beautifully, Naraku himself had studied the scrolls as a youth, and had been so proud of his father when he‘d learned what great stock he came from, quickly decided to surpass the old spider in time. Of coarse the old man had used dirty tricks to extend his life, even more so as he should look far older then he did, he was just as much a trickster as himself, and that was one of the reasons he had always felt threatened by his father.



Though not near the thinker that he himself was, Onigumo had a way about him, a charm of deviltry so to speak, and more often then not he had found his plans foiled by his sire. Naraku sometimes could only chalk it up to the fact that he had years more experience then he himself did, instead Naraku’s plan was simply to out think him, which he did get the chance to do every now and then. He sighed heavily, with a long slow breath of air as he looked around him, he had two nude females in his bed, they were chained and gagged, so he wouldn’t have to hear their loud screams as he took them.



The one who had been his first victim was a daughter of the West, some pure priestess that was now nothing but a waste, and would be good for nothing now. He had made sure to defile her every core, from her mouth, to her innocence, as well as other places, he had made her scream in terror and pain for a long time, while her twin watched with flowing tears in her eyes. He had made one scream until her voice was raw, and then taken the other just as hard and fast reveling in her muffled screams as well.



The girl had black hair that seemed blue Botan, while her twin had brown hair that looked nearly auburn, Mimiji, they had been so young just on the cusp of womanhood, and now their small frail bodies had been his play things. He’d use them until they were broken completely, and he’d have to find a new toy to play with. He smirked to himself as he stroked his broad wide awake member, his need was painful but he wanted to make sure he was at his full potential before he mounted either of the little bitches. It was times like this he wished he had two cocks so he could take them both on at once.



As he stroked himself he thought about what he could do to take the West down, it was obvious to him to some degree, the lord himself would be felled for his love of his sons. Unlike his own dysfunction the old dog loved the brats, Taishou would fall when his sons did, in his rage he would be an easy target. Though he had to wonder if this plan would work, as of late the younger dog captain, the old dogs eldest, had been fighting in a near rage for more then two months, and were making things on them incredibly hard on the campaign. He’d need to find a way to break the pups before he’d be able to break the dog, but he’d need information to do this first, and he had the perfect demoness to get it.



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-warning: mature continent, rape scene-



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Turning from his laying position, spooning the young miko, he pulled the red priestess to his much larger form, bringing her tired and sleeping body so that he was positioned at her entrance. Without warning he rammed inside of her tiny being, and woke her to the same terror she passed out to, pulling her body with him as he turned, she sat atop his lap. He turned her with no grace of easy causing tears to fall from where they had formed, he commanded her in a deadly tone, “Ride me.” she nearly wailed at the incredulous idea, she was not able to do such things, her hands were bound her legs straggling his much larger form, a horrible burn the likes of which she had passed out to and far beyond just the night before..



Underneath her was a madman, she thought as he bucked himself deep within her, tears forming at his heavy intrusion of her person, as she watched her sister Botan wake to her muffled, gagged screams. Botan, having heard Mimiji’s scream was awake again, her own tears adding to the pleasant scent of her stress, Naraku loved it, it was just a hair better then the scent of Kagura’s hatred, and though he didn’t have the nose of an inu, the taste was in the air and he loved it. The girl wasn’t abiding his wishes, but for once he didn’t mind, she was tight, and he liked that, of coarse she would be being so young, and he had taken both their innocence, so they were nearly molded to his form.



Naraku called forth his next slaved beauty, “Kanna.” The small demoness of the void formed before him at the side of his bed in mists of whist fog, her eyes large, bulbous almost, solid and black, void of all emotion and thought, there was no soul in this doll he had made sure. He had been fortunate to capture a wind nymph in the body of a demoness, with Kagura, but Kanna was another feat as well. She was now a demoness of the void, having been a shadow demoness before hand, whose soul had been taken, she was but a child, but never did she disobey.



“Show me the dogs.” he said as he against thrust his hips sharply into the small priestess Mimiji, whose tears were now streaming down her face in reply to her body’s pain.



“Which one?” asked the tiny voice of the void.



“Start with the eldest, the old dog, Taishou.” he answered, watching as the void demoness pulled up a small white mirror, mist swirled in the glass before an image showed through. Before him stood the view of Taishou, he was outside of his castle with his army, marching back and forth worriedly in his tent. Naraku knew they were on the march again, or would be soon, but he wondered what the old dog was worried about. “Now the eldest, Sesshomaru.” he rasped as Mimiji’s body responded without her permission, orgasming on his member, and making his member slick with her unwanted fluids. Naraku shuddered in reflex and bucked once more as he forced her to keep riding him.



The mirror again swirled and began to show the heir of the West, he watched as the younger lord paced as well, his eyes nearly bleed red in color showing how close to the surface his beast was. It was peculiar in all honesty, that Sesshomaru, the most calm and collective of the old dogs pups was so riled, he wondered what was going on to have him so annoyed, knowing that if he could figure it out he might have a way to bring one of the three down. He pondered this as he pushed Mimiji off of him, she fell in a crying heap on one side of his bed knowing not to move or she’d be beaten.



He pulled Botan up and impaled her on his glistening member, her sisters essence making her transition a bit easier, but not to leave her without pain, he flipped her so she was beneath him before he began to ruthlessly pound into her small body her cries loud yet muffled in her gag. When his voice panted out, “Now the mutt. Inuyasha.” again the mirror swirled, to show the youngest of the Silver dog clan of Nishi, before him in the mirrors depths he saw something that made his smile damn near wicked. He watched as the hanyou got out of the tree and began bellowing about, before a female came out and pinned him to a tree by the throat. He watched as the boy struggled, and then to his shock a female slayer came out to get the hanyou down.



He growled angrily watching and began to tear into young Botan, her screams rising in volume, her powers struggling to come forth and protect her in any way they could. He was pissed, he’d killed them all, but one had gotten away, and then to his horror her saw another, and began to wonder how many slayers had survived. Botan, was bleeding out now, and yet he still had not slowed his pistoning into her small core, she knew she was dying, she could feel it with every thrust, he had broken her, literally. She prayed to every Kami there was that they would smite this vile thing to hell and back, she prayed that his killer had no mercy and that even hell would never have enough torture for him. As blackness began to take her, she cursed him, damning him to fail, him never knowing it, but the void had turned her gaze to the priestess as she fell into deaths grip.



“I will kill them all! Where are they Kanna?” he growled out as his pumped himself harder and faster, not noticing the unresponsive of the body below him.



“In the South-Eastern corner of the West, lays the true North.” she answered cryptically. “The true North holds yours destruction in her hands.” she stated with no emotion, watching as the spider hanyou snarled and released into the dead body below, before he finally calmed and heard the crying wails of Mimiji, he quickly slit her throat and watched as she bled out, licking his fingers of her powerful blood.



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“Well, we cant have that now can we?” cooed the sinister creature, not noticing Kanna’s gaze to the other now dead priestess who had just cursed him as well before her death. “Kagura!” he bellowed waiting for the Wind youkai to arrive. He didn’t have to wait long before she appeared, seemingly still pulling her cloths on, causing him to smirk as she smelt his father all over her. Her crimson eyes locking with his red, and sending every drop of hatred she was capable of towards his being. “First get rid of these bodies, and have someone come in to clean up this mess. Secondly I want you to scout out the South-Eastern most parts of the West, it seems at least two slayers lived through the little attack. All it takes is one to teach the trade. Return when you have some news, and do not dally I will be watching.” he motioned for her to go, as she gave a nod, and rose to her tasks.



Naraku scowled a bit but nonetheless, he was pleased, now he just needed more playthings and all would be well. “Soon, Taishou, and his brood will fall and I will rule all! Ku ku ku!”



Kanna followed the wind youkai out of their masters tent, she cryptically told the wind woman the same message, ‘that the true North laid where she was being sent, and that the true North held both her death and her freedom in her hands.’ Kagura didn’t know what to think but she had her orders, the odd message from the little void girl, and someone already heading to Naraku’s tent to take care of the bodies of the two ill fated miko’s. She pitied them, and prayed that the Kami would not hold Naraku’s deeds against them when they attempted to gain entry into the heavens. Despite being in the body of a demon, she was still a being of nature, and even miko’s were a part of that.



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With Sesshomaru…



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The heir to the West had figured by now that his beast needed attention of the female persuasion before, but now they had left the House of the moon days ago, leaving behind a female near death in the infirmary, he was not sure of anything at the moment. He had never lost control of his beast like that, not even as a pup, he and his beast had shared momentary weakness before yes, they had gone on slight rampages, and yet never before had the beast attacked a female as such. He was a bit worried more then anything, it was rather impossible to stand its constant snarling, and growls, let alone the images of Kagome in the throws of passion, calling his name as she came over an over again. Nor did it help that the beast would supply his already riled conscious with the exact feeling that he’d had while with her.



He gritted his teeth feeling the eyes of his sire boring into him, never before had his father been so angry with him before, but he couldn’t blame him at all for being so, he needed to know what was going on. Any time he even tried reasoning with the beast, all he would get were more snarls, and more growls, the only words he could even make out were, ‘want mate,’ before more images of Kagome would conjure. It was unnerving to say the least, his beast unlike most was not so primal but as of late, he’d been feeling more and more unease, jittery even, stressed. Slowly he’d been feeling pains, and aches, that seemingly were not his own, it was making him even angrier.



He wanted nothing more then to talk to his father about it, but right now the old man would have his hide, so that was out of the option. He needed to try and understand, his growing rage at his beast was staring him in general, he needed to find peace and no matter what he asked of the beast it would only bellow on about a ‘mate’, before showing his images of Kagome. He knew obviously that the beast wanted her as a mate, and at this point if it would shut the damn thing up he’d fuck her right now and clamp his jaws down on that long neck. And just like that the image appeared in his mind, the night they shared again flashing in his mind, the not so made images playing out tempting him with what he knew could be, but he did not still know were true. He growled knowing his beast was being unreasonable to show him such thoughts, before he called for his second.



Kouga had steered clear of him for far too long and as it was, and perhaps, he would have some insight as to what he could do. They had been friends for what seemed like forever and he was one of the few confidents he would trust with knowing these odd things about him seeing as how talking to his father right now was not an option. He bellowed, “JAKEN!” the anger in his voice making the kappa quake where he stood. The chattering of the kappa’s beak was enough to make him want to slaughter the vile thing, he needed to get him out of here before he did in fact kill him, then he would have to talk to his father to bring him back, which was also not a conversation he wanted to have. “Send for Kouga now.” he gritted out, the aggression still clearing his voice. The kappa didn’t even bother to address him back as he scurried out to fetch the wolf.



He waited very few moments as the second finally made it to his tent, the slight scent of fear emanated off his being, adding to Sesshomaru’s growing irritation, but knowing he wasn’t in the best of moods and hadn’t been in months he could somewhat understand why. “My Lord.” his friend bowed low, knowing now was not a time to play around. He tried to think of how he should put it, how he should word it, with a snarl ripped through his mind.



“My beast is vexed.” he gritted out, watching as Kouga nodded, having already known that for a time now, as his friend’s eyes had been slightly scarlet for some time now showing that his beast was easy to rise at the moment. Sesshomaru saw that he wasn’t going to speak so he continued, “All it does, is snarl and growl, and the only words I can even understand at this point are, ‘want mate.’” he continued again getting a nod in reply, and watching as the wolf thought it over. Noticing when he seemed to come to some conclusion, “Speak.” he barked out roughly.



“Well, has your beast showed you who it wants to mate?” he asked, receiving a nod and knowing it meant for him to continue. “Would there be any problem mating the female?” he asked getting a bit of a growl in return but nothing to say ‘no’ over. “Perhaps you should mate her.” he stated like it was the key to the puzzle, and yet getting a snarl in reply.



“I have already agreed to this, and it still persists in snarling and growling like some primal lower youkai, it will not stop. I’m nearly at my wits end.” Sesshomaru was pacing now thinking of anything else, before he heard his second’s sigh, stopping mid step he turned to Kouga and eyed him wearily, before growling out dangerously, the wolf knowing that he would have to tell him and maybe it would fix whatever was going on with his friend, the heir of the West. “SPEAK.” seethed Sesshomaru.



Kouga huffed again blowing his bangs out of the way and crossing his arms over his chest before he spoke the words that he was sure would probably end his life. “When you bedded the girl, …Kagome, the night before you sent her away… you coupled with her. I don’t know what your playing at but you muffled out a howl conquest in the early morning hours just before dawn. The whole camp heard you.” he sighed and finished his line of thought. “I don’t think your beast is showing you possibilities Sesshomaru, I think it’s showing you what happened.” Kouga watched as Sesshomaru’s eyes uncharacteristically widened, as if his beast was showing him now all over again.



Indeed it was, he’d relived via his mind and his beast that night possibly a thousand times in three months, and yet now for the first time, the last bit was coming back to him, he remembered every bit of it. ‘His beast had purred in delight at the female they were sharing, before her full heat scent hit him hard, he had lost all control to his beast and took her. She was still climaxing with his every thrust, had been for a little while, the feeling of her tight walls clamping and unclasping upon him. He couldn’t stop his own climax from coming as he thrust drew jarred, spending himself within her as his fangs thrust into her neck, howling into her while causing her aura to flare wildly with full force. He hadn’t been expecting it, without thinking his flared to make her own aura submit to him. She submitted to him as he continued to thrust with wild abandonment into her, giving his last bit, he began to feel dizzy as the blood rushed from his body to his member swelling it tightly within his tiny mate, as they both fell into unconsciousness..’ He growled to himself as his beast grew quiet for the first time in weeks.



Kouga didn’t like the fact that Sesshomaru had gone very quiet for a long time, before he started growling darkly, the sudden change in moods reflecting quickly as the temperature dropped into coolness. He didn’t want to break the silence, for he had learned long ago that when a dog was pissed it usually bit the first one it saw regardless of who caused its ire. Which was why he was so glad for once to see Jaken coming in screaming about something. The poor Kappa hadn’t even gotten a full three words in before he was punted across camp, still wary of breaking the silence, it was again granted reprieve from the wrath of Sesshomaru when the General himself walked into the tent.



“I see your still in a foul mood.” he grumped to his heir. There was a deafening silence when Sesshomaru spoke.



“I have a mate.” he stated, causing the general to falter, while looking at him with a scowl, and attempting to contemplate exactly what this meant, while silence reigned the tent for several minutes.



Taishou sighed heavily before speaking, “Was she a virgin?” was the only thing he asked, while watching his heir nod, he sighed again pinching the bridge of his nose. “Was she and inuyouaki?” he asked praying that she was not yet hoping that she was, again he received a nod. “The girl, Kagome?” his son growled but yet again he nodded. “Kami-sama, no wonder.” he said as if a small weight had been lifted, and yet looked so much more tired then he had just moment before.



“Father?” asked Sesshomaru, eyeing his father, not noticing Kouga slipping out of the tent. He watched as his father took a seat behind his desk slouching down before his father answers.



“You more then likely pupped your bitch, pup.” Taishou watched as his son’s eyes widened comically, making the old dog want to laugh if the situation wasn’t so bad. “Humor me son, has your beast been vexed or riled to the point of near snarling and growling?” he asked as his son again nodded. Taishou did sigh loudly this time, “You did not know?” he asked sounding almost accusingly. There was silence before his son spoke.



“The scent of her heat overpowered my senses, and my beast took over. In the morning I hadn’t remembered a bit, the beast did not allow for me to be there with it while this happened. I didn’t notice the juncture of her neck before she left, nor her scent. She dressed alone, and I was out of the tent giving orders before she came out, I never even got a second whiff. My beast, though it has been snarling about wanting its mate for weeks now, I was unaware that I had actually claimed her until just moments before you showed up. Kouga mentioned he heard a howl of conquest, and in that moment it all came forth, every detail….. FUCK and I sent her away!” Taishou watched his son as he sunk to the floor with no grace, a small thud, and holding his head in his hands cursing under his breath about his own stupidity, It was rather alarming and amusing, but the situation really did take from its humor. They needed to find the girl, now that his beast had been made aware of their bitch being out there by herself, and with pup in a time of war, Sesshomaru was going to go nuts until they found her and brought them to him.



“How long has she been gone?” the general asked trying to stay rational about this, even though his daughter and his grand-pup were more then likely in danger.



“I don’t know. Maybe three months. Possibly more.” answered a very dejected Sesshomaru, who was listening to his beast whine about wanting their mate again, but now he understood why it had been so upset. The whole thing was he hadn’t known he’d claimed her, and so he had not thought that she was in fact his mate, rather then his beast jut having an affinity for the female.



“Well I hope we find her soon son, your going to be in for a while of hurt otherwise.” stated Taishou catching his son’s attention with that. “I take it you don’t remember your lessons on mating? Obviously.” He growled a bit in annoyance. “When you bitch goes into labor to bring your pup into this world if your not there with her, or within reasonable distance of her, for protection, your going to feel every bit of pain she’ll have. Trust me, I went through it when Inuyasha was born, very nasty stuff, its why I never called Izayoi weak after that.” he said remembering his tiny human mate that had died long ago.



“After going through that much pain I never saw her as weak again.” the general stated standing up and heading for the flapped door of the tent. But stopping as he turned back to his heir, “I have Myoga out looking for her now, have so for weeks now, I will have a hunting party go after her. We’ll get her back my son, do not worry.” he stated trying to calm his pup down. He left the tent then thinking about being a grandfather, he suddenly felt very old, and yet he wondered, ‘what Hatsumomo was going to say, Kami-sama she would kill them both and smoother that poor girl in hugs, and those poor pups too, lord she’ll want another one soon enough‘, he thought before he remembered how a pup was made, causing him to grin. It was good to still be a mated male, maybe he’d give Sesshomaru another brother, or perhaps a sister.



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With Kagome and her new pack…



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Much to her annoyance the hanyou had not left her, nor had the monk, amazingly enough though, the youkai and the other slayer, Sango had stayed as well, which pleased her because it pleased Kohaku. Over the last few weeks, she had gained a more comfortable baring on everyone but the hanyou, regardless of who he was, he was brash and often annoying, oddly he reminded her of Kikyo back home, silently she thought they’d make a fetching couple, even though she was not the type to play matchmaker. After having warmed up to the rest of them she’d explained a bit about her situation, that the father of her pup was not aware more then likely that she was indeed with pup. Kagome also explained that when the birthing came, the males would have to stay away from her and the pup, or her instincts would kick in and they would be killed.



Though it hadn’t gone over well, it was not something anyone wanted to play around with, Kagome didn’t want a guilty conscious, nor bloody claws, and she didn’t want to have upset people around her either. She also told them that more then likely only Kohaku would be truly safe from her until she said other wise, as he held her scent, as pack. She made the same bond with Sango just days before her labor started, knowing that it would be wise to have the female understand the situation as well. The last weeks of her pregnancy were stressful with the constant fighting with Inuyasha, but she found slowly that the boy did grow on her.



Even the monk was worth his weight in conversation, speaking on sometimes the oddest and most profound things, and then turning around just to be an annoying pervert. The fox kit as well was rather amusing, while her favorite was still Kohaku, followed closely by the silent Kirara. She smirked at the idea, before frowning, and realizing that she was starting labor pains. Kagome didn’t say a word as she slipped into her den and slowly prepared for the long day ahead of her. She mused that it had taken her four months to get to this point, demons were amusing, short pregnancies so the female didn’t have to be burdened with the weight and the vulnerability, their pups grew at the same rate of a human, until they were twenty, and then they lived for hundreds sometimes thousands of years depending on how powerful they were.



From the moment she came to her den, it seemed like she was working on instinct alone. Following urges, and things that told her what to do, time itself seemed to bend around her as she brought her pup into the world, even more surprised when a second followed it. She had one large male looking very much the same as she did in her true form covered in black fur and small triangled ears that would point much like her‘s did, her first born, she mused was like her, though across his brow was both the crescent of the Western royal family, and in the behind it was a white lightening bolt, the sign of the Northern royal family. Her second pup, a smaller female, was the same color as her sire, small floppy ears on her little head, she could only think were like the pups sire as well, the white lightening bolt barely there but still able to be seen. She had given birth in her true form and had not even thought about it, again running on instinct, it was a week before she transformed back and brought her pups out to be seen by the rest.



She had cast concealments to hide the bolts of lightening on her pups as well as herself, showing their true linage, but she had forgotten about the crescent moon and its meaning to the hanyou. Bringing them out she had been so pleased to see the happy faces of those she had grown to adore, but she bristled a bit again with the hanyou before she realized what it was that caught the boys attention so. “Why do you stair at my son, in such a way?” asked Kagome with narrowed eyes, though keeping her aura and voice calm around her pups. The hanyou did not allude to an answer only stalking off to his tree to think about what he’d just seen, Kagome brushed it off for the moment, but told herself she’d bring it up with him later, for now she needed to hunt, and feed, she hadn’t eaten in over a week, and her pups had nearly drained her. Leaving her pups in the safety of her small pack, Kagome left.



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His father had had him pent up in a cave, a barrier strongly in place for more then a week now, his howls of pain had long ago stopped but he was not so sure his heir was fully himself yet, and he could not take chances to his son’s mental health. The beast was a crazed thing to have to live through when it came to the pain his son had been in. The separation by itself was maddening, this even Taishou knew from experience, but what concerned him most was that now, that the birthing of his grand-pups had happened his son would not be able to focus on the war, and he himself would not be able to blame him. Sesshomaru had made himself virtually invaluable to their efforts in the last few months, the boiling rage and fury that he and his beast had been in had though not as cleanly as he had been taught to, put the North in a serious situation.



His pup had proven himself very much worthy of the fact that he was heir, but now that his heir had his own pups, and they were not with him, he was sure Sesshomaru would be inconsolable. He had called forth his mate, and his heir’s mother, Hatsumomo, though they were still wary of one another because of his affair with Izayoi she had come back to him enough over times so that things were not strained between them any longer, and anything that affected their pup she was truly the woman he mated then.. His heart broke to see his mate upset about their pup, he longed to release him, but then he knew that his son would tear through the country side until he found his own mate and their pup. Things for the West were simply not going as well as he hoped they would be.

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AN: yEy! updated! 08/31/08, well how bad was it? - r0o