How to Kill Kagome in Ten Different Ways

 

5 years later…

The years have passed agonizingly slow for Sesshomaru. He had long ago ceased pleasuring himself, no longer able to stomach the touch of his own hand. Now, he would not achieve release unless it was with his mate. And she had absolutely no intentions of being with him sexually. Oh she would still embrace him, kiss him, and spend her time with him. But when it came to intimacy, she would refuse him every time. This is why he was here, in the Kami forsaken wilderness, on yet another extended patrol of his lands.

As if the mere thought of his mate could conjure her, he smelled Kagome’s and Ah-Un’s scent on the wind. He stopped, mentally preparing himself for her arrival.

He groaned. But of course, she is in heat. Why should anything be easy for him?

His loins tightened as he watched his mate slide of the enormous mount’s back, but he did not approach her as he longed to. No, she would have to come to him.

Minutes seemed to pass, staring at one another, before Kagome cleared her throat.

“You do realize Rin’s wedding is tomorrow, correct?”

“Hn.”

“Don’t you ‘hn’ me, buddy! You disappear, without a word, for 8 months and all you can think to say is ‘hn’?! How dare you?!” Kagome screeched.

Repressing the urge to cover his ears, Sesshomaru stalked up to his mate.

“I ‘disappeared’ because I could no longer handle being in the same space as you!”

Silence descended upon the clearing, and with widened eyes Sesshomaru thought about what he had just said.

“Well, fuck.” He whispered.

The sob Kagome was about to release caught in her throat, as her mate’s curse floated to her on the breeze. And much to Sesshomaru’s dismay, she laughed. And laughed. And laughed.

Walking over to her, he bent down and gently picked her up.

“What is that you find so funny, mate?” he huffed.

“Y-you…s-said….FUCK!” Kagome stuttered while continuing to laugh.

“Hn. I am glad that you find this so amusing.” He replied dryly.

Sobering up, Kagome looked at him, an undeniable question in her eyes. Sesshomaru let out an inaudible sigh.

“Mate, I did not mean to imply that I wished to get away from you. This…forced celibacy is…hard for this one.”

“It’s not my fault! You keep killing me. Killing me, Sesshomaru!” she said indignantly.

Oh, yes, here is the opening I needed. Smirking mentally, Sesshomaru quirked an eyebrow at her. “Is it not? This one cannot seem have control when it comes to his mate, in her passion, that he loses all reason. How can you blame me for getting so lost in you?”

And just as he knew it would, the fury drained from her aura and face to be replaced with awe and arousal. Females. A few poetic words and they are like putty in one’s hands.

Pulling her to him, he bent down and nuzzled her mating mark, smirking when she shivered.

“These past few months have been torture, mate.” He whispered, cringing internally. Maybe he was laying it a bit too thick. But a male has to do what a male has got to do, and he was not above using his mate’s romantic tendencies to achieve his ultimate goal.

“Me too,” Kagome whispered, “I have missed you.”

Thanking the Kami for his brilliant strategy and Kagome’s forgiving nature; he swooped down and captured her mouth in a searing kiss.

They went blind.

Hands and claws pushed and pulled, fangs and teeth nipped, it was urgency, desperation, inexplicable want and need.

Kagome gasped as the cool air caressed her hot skin, when Sesshomaru ripped her kimono. Her nipples furled tighter, and he wasted no time sucking one into his mouth.

Moans and sighs filled the clearing, music to their ears.

Unable to wait any longer, he pushed Kagome up against the tree, bending her over and placing her hands on the rough bark.

“Do not think to move, mate.” He growled lustfully, his cock twitching at her whimpers.

He pulled himself out of his hakama, stroking himself jerkily before ramming himself into his mate’s slippery depths, both howling in triumph.

Snarling, he slowly pulled himself out, only to slam back in using his demonic speed. He swiveled his hips, adding just hint of pain to her pleasure making her beg for more.

Harder, faster, he bent over her caging her in, giving her everything he had.

She came screaming his name, but he was nowhere near finished with her not yet.

He continued to plunder her ever tightening sheath, sweat beading his brow, and her screams fueling his lust.

When she went limp, he came. Colors burst behind his closed eyes, muscles trembling with fatigue made him rest upon his mate’s back.

Slowly coming to, he stiffened at the smell of blood. Worried, he pulled her to him. That’s when he heard the rip, followed by a sucking sound that he knew all too well as his hands began to be covered in blood.

Turning her around, he stare at the long gash reaching from hip to collar bone. He glared at Baksaiga, mentally making a note to get a sheath.

Gently, he laid Kagome down and called forth his poison to cauterize the wound as the Jewel began to heal its Protector.

Slowly she opened her eyes. Turning her head slowly she looked at him, an exasperated expression on her face and said, “We have really got to figure something out, because that is most definitely not what I meant when I said-nevermind!”

Eyes wide, Sesshomaru had the grace to look down, only nodding in response.

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