All Change In Time

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Inuyasha and the gang packed their things quickly, Sango having already dressed in her armor and holding her weapon with a flexing hand. All that was left was to snuff the fire that had been started before everything between the group had began to fall apart. Inuyasha eyed it with a longing regret, feeling the wisps of dead flame enclose over his nose when he turned away, starting out into the night. Sesshomaru’s smell clung to everything, not even the rain itself able to cleanse it. Inuyasha felt as though his older brother were poking fun at him, bearing a warning that Kagome would never be able to escape.
He felt trapped, as though this were his entire fault. But with an arrogant toss of his head, he reasoned that if Kagome had stayed in the cave and slept, then he wouldn’t have to be going through all of this. But then again, the influence of Kagome over the past few months made him question that. He began to wonder what would have happened this eve if he had been patient…more concerned. In the end, he decided ultimately that if must learn how to handle Kagome’s complicated feelings. I am a horrible friend he thought.

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Kagome was confused…disorientated. Her chin hung nearly to her chest, which upon briefly opening her eyes, she saw was uncovered, the rags of her shirt hanging on the surrounding floor. Ever-modest, a blush painted her cheeks, burning with the shame of being indecent, but when she made to cover herself, she discovered the sickening truth: she was bound.

Her eyes sealed themselves, desperately searching to remember…and slowly it played again.

His hands were on her. Touching…exploring the flesh that wielded easily under his nails. He wanted to hear her pain, which was easy enough, being that each time his induced a fingertip into her skin, it broke, and he lowered his face to the new wound, lapping the crimson with a forbidden tongue. The squeals he made when he ripped at her clothes was delicious, feeding his jealousy to hear it again, and he used his claws, raking them down the length of her body, savagely bruising where he beat the hands.

She was nude soon enough, her legs pressed tightly together, evading his prying grasp, but he ignored that area for now, marring her lips with his teeth. No matter how stronghe che closed her mouth, the needle sensation made them open with a protesting cry, and he took this moment to lunge forth and dual with her, forcing his lips over hers in a degrading, hungry way. When she refused to respond, he struck her, beads of blood dripping from her chin when she looked at him, her eyes wide with fright. He did not speak…did not laugh. He reached for her with even more hunger, the scent intoxicating, his nose filling with the beautiful array of fear and anguish.

Her hands found his hair, twisting with a venom precision, before she gave it a good yank, making his eyes water. She dared to invoke pain (even if only slight) upon him?! Enraged, his teeth found her left hand, and her fingers wilted under the hard cut of his fangs, the weapons spoiling any grip she had by shredding the palm. Shrieking, she tried to push him away, desperate to remove this demon and get him off of her, but the suffocating weight shifted further up her body, pinning her backside against the floor. Tears fell then, sobbing that she only wanted to be left alone…pleading to be released. But despite her efforts, he bound her, wrists chaffed painfully together with a coil of rope and stretched over her head, where she had no more power than a drifting leaf in a river.

Sesshomaru smiled, his teeth painted wickedly in red, her blood drank in his throat with a pleased, rumbling growl. He wanted more. Tauntingly close, he trilled to her, vocalizing with a demonic, murderous glow in his gaze. Then slowly, he lowered his mouth to her breast, purring at the way she thrashed and tried to squirm out from under, nibbling on the unwilling flesh. She had begun to sweat, the film making her erotic to the touch, his palms finding more and more sensation by sliding up the curves of her torso, before pushing her there, keeping her tossing at a minimum.

As though his very mouth was smiting her with toxin, Kagome threw back her head, the raven tresses sticking to the sides of her tear-soaked face, screaming out for Inuyasha. She wanted him to save her…no matter if he carried Kikyou at his side or not. Sesshomaru violated her chest, moving from one nipple to the other, his spit mingling on the skin as he snaked his tongue between. He sampled each breast, treating it roughly, with his undue cravings making him wilder…animalistic. But even he could not be sated by Kagome’s flesh alone. He needed more. And so long as she was kept alive, he would have it.

With an excited release, he moved his mouth lower, ears twitching merrily at the heightened pitch of Kagome’s cries, listening to her choke. As she tried to recover her breath, his chin brushed the generous patch of hair between her thighs, followed by his nose, which inhaled the wondrous scent. Her legs still clung to one another, trying to ward him away, but with the simple splay of his hands, he pushed them apart, elated more so by the quite sound of ripping muscle. She was straining, arching her back as though she could really escape now that she could not use her hands, and he let her bowing back fill under his hands, and while he pushed them up further, he hid his face in that open space.

The crotch of her panties was not wet from arousal, but rather more sweat, and he picked at them with his lips, using his teeth again to painfully pinch the shielded slit. He amused himself this way, aware that Kagome, though not attracted to him or wanting this at all, could not stop her body from acting with him. Smugly, he noticed the scent inside of her body to grow slick, craving the tiny touches he was implying. Then, bored with the idle play, he stripped her long legs of the garment, tossing it to an unseen corner, where a witnessing crowd of demons attacked the clothing and shred it with their unattended lust.

Sesshomaru was well aware of aud audience, and he found it more attractive this way, by letting Kagome know that she had no pride here…she had no rank. She was being teased before everyone, who would remember the sounds she would make…the smell of her shame. His fingers found the stiffening knob between her vaginal lips, enclosing it between his nails. He tightened his grip, satisfied in the way her surprised moan arched into a pained cry, licking the digits when he pulled them away. She tasted so sweet.

Enough games. Sesshomaru knelt his head, rooting his nose where it should never have gone, laughingly forsaking her with his tongue. He pried it further, pressing to each side of the wall that was still virginal, clawing his way inside until his tongue was at its longest length, embedded within her. She had become quite silent, her chest heaving, and he closed his eyes when he began to work, tugging his tongue back within him. For a while he merely did this, taking his sweet time, stamping the idea across to her that he could do anything he wanted in this time. He could do whatever he wished.

Although she fought in spirit, he grinned as her body reacted, offering him the sensual wetness that was sexual arousal. Still amused, he began to fork his mouth into her faster, drawing each movement with full effect, taking no time to feel across her body as he did so. He only concentrated where it mattered, his cheeks suffocated by her legs, which tried to close him away, but were unable. And then with the most agonizing pace he slowed, letting her falter from her climax, and she (embarrassingly to her) let out a frustrated groan, her entire body quivering with the work that had been done. Sesshomaru chuckled, drawling his chosen tool across her slit one last time, before he straightened, kneeling before her.

“You have had your pleasure,” he said, his voice suddenly filled with all the coldness of before, “and now it is my turn to have mine.”

Already she was screaming, cursing his name and his fate should he do what he was suggested, but it was to no avail. Quickly, with the tired greed of a murderer before a kill, he gripped her waist, finding the anticipation hard to bear. His robes fell back as he shrugged his shoulders, baring the hardness that he had in his prolonged desire, and with relish, he placed himself at the mouth of her womanhood. He wanted her…he could taste her. A final breath of air was shared between them, Kagome riddled with terror, and his fringed with the pleasure of self admiration. This was the final moment…a standstill inside the castle, when he lunged forward, as though in attack.

Kagome squealed…her head twisting and shaking as the heat passed from her hips to the roots of her jaws, echoing along the castle’s walls. Her voice was sharp, but swallowed as Sesshomaru began to thrust, letting his own cries drown hers. He found her tightness absurdly hard to ignore, the flesh of his weapon splashed in her blood, the sacrifice he induced upon her rich with sensation. But he struggled with it nonetheless, grasping her more tightly than he should, the roughness exciting to him, feeding his inner demon. He wanted her in pain! He wanted to hear her screams when he came to climax! The room about snarled in impossible wait, surging with foolish impatience while they observed their lord hunching over the distraught maiden. He moved over her with steady jerks, her legs folding up and then down as they became tangled over his body, trying to remove him.

She only felt pain…her eyes tightly closed. Beads of tears squeezed through the lids, and she could taste them as they slipped into her open mouth. Her throat was raw, hurriedly cutting off her screams to ease the ache, making her unable to make much sound…only sob. Sesshomaru seemed to enjoy himself, his movement soon uncontrolled and quicker, under his lips found hers, and he released inside of her, making the sticky warmth churn the insides of her stomach. His head fell on her chest, his last shout of content sinking into her thoughts as she fell into darkness…belittled by the deeper desire to leave this place. She was a ruined maiden…all because she was weak. Inuyasha had been right. She was weak.

Kagome’s eyes opened, already soaked with more tears, the entire scene finally finished. She felt a dull, unwelcome ache, and she closed her legs guiltily while she hung. She had no idea where she was…or how long she had been there like this. She was still nude, and her wounds still glistened with blood, so she reasoned it could not have been long. And yet, she was alone, not even the smallest demon here to bid her company. It was still night, the room lacking any light, leaving her feeling quite small and vulnerable. Her wounds stretched painfully as she began to pinched at the ropes that bound her wrist, letting out soft whimpers while she twisted. Her nails found the coil, and began to saw, although she did more damage to herself than she did to it. At last she gave up, giving out a disgruntled wail, and resumed hanging. “Inuyasha,” she whispered, letting a breeze sooth her flaming body, “where are you? Do you care enough to save me?”

[Writer]Aww...I feel so bad ^_^;; Poor Kagome. But things will improve! Yes they shall.[End Writer]