The Jackal God's Desire
Lovely Toy
Sesshomaru was too enraged to register this possessive feeling, but something powerful was hunting his…His disgusting little half-brother. He lighted on the ground his demonic traits fighting to emerge.
There he lay across the lap of a strange naked being. This thing emanated such power. If it had wanted the little mongrel dead he would have been dead. No instead it was stroking the boy’s white mane and holding him in its lap. Golden eyes narrowed at the beast as orange eyes met his stare and smirked.
Inuyasha was limp, but he was alive still. The beast broke eye contact to pull his head up to nuzzle between the boy’s ears.
“Lose something?” The being said with a choppy and unpracticed accent. Sesshomaru deigned to ignore the question and received a mocking chuckle. He wanted to turn but the monster holding Inuyasha did something rather shocking. He flexed his razor claws and shredded Inuyasha’s haiori.
“Pretty…is he not?” The being began to nuzzle the white inu-hanyou’s collarbone. Inuyasha gave a distressed whine much like an injured pup might.
“Pretty toy, pretty Inu,” He mocked.
“What do you seek creature?” Sesshomaru demanded.
“Fun…perhaps. Perhaps a fight,” He answered the regal lord. “You silly fool. Think you hate it, but you desire its body. It is made for bringing pleasure,” The god ripped the red fabric of Inuyasha's hamaka revealing pale flesh. He rubbed the pup’s inner thigh and Inuyasha instantly tried to squirm away. The being growled and bit down on the juncture of his neck. The dog was seriously outclassed and instinct overrode his need to appear strong. He began to yelp and whine.
Sesshomaru’s own pack instinct was warring against his personal distaste for the little half-demon. He let a growl slip.
“You will unhand this one’s kin,” Sesshomaru ordered.
“Eh- I do not think I shall,” The being smirked, “Lord Sesshomaru.” He dug his claws into the tender flesh of the Inu’s groin and Inuyasha howled in pain.
Sesshomaru took this as a direct affront and reached for his sword. The unknown creature opened his mouth and bellowed, causing the great demon lord to stumble. His skin was lashed as if he had been hit with a thousand swords and he shuffled backward. The lord’s once pristine countenance was marred and bloodied. He looked up and the strange being and his shameful half sibling were nowhere to be seen or sensed.
The mortal was found obediently tending the horses at a camp. The jackal was pleased. This human would make a fine acolyte. He would be rewarded handsomely with an extended life...short as the mortal coil burned. The man would view it as a long life. Serving his new god faithfully and rebuilding the fellowship of believers.
Oh course it could all go wrong if he became displeased, but for the time being he was in quite a good humor with his new pet dangling from his arms. Half dressed, bruised and pliant.
The god's eyes glowed and he scooped up ash from the fire.
"Come Mortal. Hold out your hand." The god ordered the man jumped up and scrambled over himself bowing and holding up both hands over his head. the god nearly rolled his eyes and turned the palm of one up. he sprinkled the ash into the man's palm. the man looked with curiosity and his eyes grew as a pile of golden dust graced his palm.
"I wish to dress my new pet in the finest garments. Go buy them." He ordered. The man stood and bowed as he backed away.
before he could get far the god grabbed his empty hand, his left. He took more of the ashes from the fire and pressed his thumb into the palm of the man. It burned like no other sensation. He screamed as an ank was traced in his palm it burned a dark red and throbbed.
"This my little acolite....This is both your salvation and damnation. Serve me well and you shall always be protected until you die at a ripe old age, but betray me in even the slightest and you shall suffer so greatly that you will wish for the annihilation of even your ancestors. For you will suffer so much you will regret being conceived."
The man nodded silently and turned to run.