The Captive

Same disclaimer
Pairing: Sango/Kouga
”inner musings”


Chapter 5: A willing slave


“I hate you!” The words rang in Kouga’s mind as he raced through the trees. He had ordered the guard on duty to keep a watchful eye on Sango. The demon slayer was free to roam around the encampment but only if she was accompanied. Tomorrow, he would appoint a permanent escort to shadow her movements and ensure the she didn’t try to run. But Kouga had run. He had run away so he would not hear her quiet sobs or smell her salty tears. He had run so he would not have to face his disgrace.

Reaching the lake, Kouga finally stopped running. He settled himself on a large bolder that protruded from the water, not far from the bank. “I love Kagome. I’m in love with Kagome!” He repeated those words like a mantra, as though they could eradicate the memories of what he had done with Sango. He needed to erase the image of the demon slayer in the throws of passion that was burned in his mind’s eye. He needed to make his tongue forget her taste; make his nose forget her scent.

- “I love Kagome!” He shouted, trying to convince himself.

More than two years ago, Kouga had told the young miko that he loved her, that she was his woman. And for more than two years he had been faithful to his pledge. He refused to be deterred though Kagome seemed unwilling to acknowledge his affections. Every time he saw the strange girl from the future he would use all his charm to woo her, despite Inuyasha’s constant grumbling and threatening. He had even forsaken Ayame, his promised, to pursue his courtship of Kagome. But in the back of his mind, there was always Sango.

The moment he saw her, he wanted her. She was beautiful, that was obvious. However, it was not her beauty that had captivated him. Sango was quick witted and knowledgeable. She moved with a grace and agility that rivaled that of any demon. She also possessed a strength and determination that challenged any male to try and subdue her.

Anytime Kouga looked at her he could feel his demonic lust clawing at his will; urging him to take the slayer, to make her bend to his desires. Today, he had finally given in. The raw emotions he felt for Sango had broken through his barriers and he had been unable to control himself. Hearing her scream his name in passion, seeing her arch her back as she climaxed was to only thing that broke through the haze of carnality that clouded his mind.

A wave of shame had overwhelmed him in that instant. The day before, he had confirmed his commitment to Kagome. He had told Sango point blank that he loved her friend; though his heart still pounded from the kiss they had shared. And now, he had taken advantage of her again. With his hands and mouth he had given her pleasure, pleasure he had no right to give. His departing comment had been intentionally cruel. He wanted Sango to despise him, to resist him, since it was apparent that he could not fight is own desires.

The sound of small feet scampering across the forest floor broke through his musings. Turning his head, he noticed a good-sized piglet making for the cover of the trees. With speed and agility Kouga pounced on the retreating animal and slit its throat with a swipe of his claws. Holding the bleeding carcass at arms-length, he began the long walk back to his encampment.

It took him close to an hour before he made his way back to camp, but when he arrived at the cave Sango was still sound asleep. Though she had stopped crying long before, Kouga could still detect the faint odor of her tears. Again, he felt an iron fist grip his heart, knowing that he had been the reason for her sorrow. “What’s wrong with me? Why should I care if she cries? She’s not my women; I shouldn’t have to burden myself with her feelings.”

Despite his confusion, his hands itched to touch her again. Placing the slaughtered piglet on a hook, Kouga approach the bed where the demon slayer slept unawares. He dropped to his knees at her side and reached out his hand to gently push back the dark strands of hair that obscured her features. He gazed at her for an inestimable amount of time; until her eyelids fluttered and Sango woke.


- “I have brought food…you will prepare it for me.” Kouga ordered harshly, trying to disguise the fact that he had been caught staring at her.


Sango did not reply. She rose from the bed, adjusted her kimono, and went to retrieve the animal Kouga had abandoned. While the wolf prince relaxed, Sango ventured outside to fetch water. She was keenly aware of the guard that followed her every movement but she did not let his presence deter her from her task. She took what water she would need from the makeshift reservoir the tribe had erected on the fringes of the encampment and returned to the cavern.


- “How would you like your dinner prepared…my Lord?” Sango inquired.

- “Stewed!”

Kouga did not elaborate; he offered no explann han has to why he had requested his meat be cooked when he had made a point of telling her that he would not cater to her human tastes. He also did not proffer any assistance with regards to the vegetables or herbs that she would need to prepare his meal. Sango was left to gather what roots and seasonings the tribes’ women were inclined to give her.

Kouga watched her intently. He had been angered when she had addressed him by his title. Though he expected his clan to defer to him he could never have predicted that Sango’s use of the honorific would annoy him. But if she wanted to play the docile slave than he would oblige her.


- “If it please you my Lord, I would like your permission to have the use of a knife so that I may properly prepare your meal.”

- “But of course.” He replied in that pompous way he knew harried her, as he handed her the small dagger he concealed in his armor.” I trust this will do?”


Sango took the knife and busied herself with quartering the animal and placing it in the now boiling water with the other ingredients she had collected. She cleaned the blade and returned it to him, submissively.


- “How much longer will this take women?” He asked her impatiently.

- “I will require at least another hour, my Lord” She responded, her head bent low to cover her face.

- “Very well.” He returned. “In the meantime, I whish to take a bath. You will assist me!”

Kouga rose and walked towards a still kneeling Sango. Bending low to capture her upper arm, he hauled her to her feet and began to drag her towards to rear of the cave. Passing through a low archway that Sango had failed to notice on her first exploration of the cavern, he brought her into an adjacent grotto. The atmosphere was thick with steam and she could make out the soothing sound of bubbling water. It seemed to Sango that Kouga had put considerable thought in his choice of dwelling, since everyone knew that Kagome was particularly found of hot springs.


- “Undress me!” Kouga commanded.


With trembling fingers, Sango unlatched the fastenings that held his armor in place. Removing the breastplate, she laid it on the ground far enough away from the spring so it would not get wet. She then proceeded to aid him in discarding his tunic. Grabbing the bottom edge of the shirt, she slowly brought it over his head. Try as she might, she could not prevent her hands from grazing the smooth skin that covered his taught abdomen and chest. The feel of his skin sent shock waves through her nervous system and Sango had to turn her head away to conceal her blush.

Unbidden, flashes of the afternoons’ events flooded her mind and she repressed a shudder of disgust. It was not loathing at the pleasure he had given her that made her shiver, but rather the fact that she was still vulnerable though she knew his intentions had been coldhearted. It was this that had prompted her to adopt a servile demeanor towards him. He had used her feeling for him to punish her for her impudence, and she had not intention of giving him any further opportunity to humiliate her. Sango planned on playing the willing slave until her friends arrived.

Sango fortified herself with a deep breath, and brought her thoughts back to the task at hand. Clumsily, she worked the ties that fastened his loin cloth until it fell from his hips and he stood naked before her. Unabashed, Kouga sauntered towards the spring and languidly lowered his body in the steaming water.

- “Wash me, women!” Kouga told her, placing his arms on the rock ledg eit either side of him and sliding further down into the water.

Sango approached the pool and knelt down behind him. She removed his headband and freed his hair. Dipping her cupped hands into the spring, she scooped water into his hair. Gently, she massaged his scalp with her finger; working out the tangles as she went. Once she was done with his hair, she repeated the process and used her hands to rub his neck, shoulders and chest. His skin glowed from the friction of her hands and she could feel his muscles jump when she touched him.

- “If you lean forward my Lord, I will clean your back.” Sango said.

With a grunt, Kouga tilted forward so that she could have better access to his body. Sango ran her hands up and down his broad back, making his muscled twitch at the sensation. Occasionally, she would apply more force to his pressure point, until his tension subside. Soon, she could detect a low groan coming from the demon in front of her. Without warning, Kouga’s hand shot out to grasp her wrist and he roughly pulled her into the water.

Sango did not have time to adjust to the water temperature that Kouga was pulling her into a brutal and passionate kiss. One hand on the back of her head and an arm wrapped firmly around her waist kept her immobile. His tongue ran along the seam of her lips and she opened for him obediently. Teasingly, Kouga ran the tip of his tongue across her gums and then delved deeper to stroke her own velvety muscle. The arm surrounding her waist lowered and Kouga took hold of her firm buttocks. Leaning back against the edge of the spring, he forced her to straddle his hips so that she could feel the effect she had on his body.
Though it took all her will power, Sango did not return his kiss. She remained indifferent to his seduction and kept her arms on either side of her. As violently has he had grabbed her, Kouga pushed Sango away. He was furious with her for being so insensitive to his kiss. The feel of her hands, tenderly massaging his body, had been overwhelming. Kissing her was the only thing he could do to release the tension, but she had refused to acknowledge his desire.


- “Stay the hell away from me women!” He spat.


Trying to conceal his raging erection, Kouga turned his back to her and stepped out of the pool. Snatching up his loin cloth, he headed back into the main cave. Sluggishly, Sango rose from the water. She was drenched; her kimono plastered to her body, but there was nothing she could do. “What is wrong with that guy? One minute he’s kissing me, and the other he’s telling me to keep away. I wish he’d make up his bloody mind!” Sango asked herself, confused by Kouga’s erratic behavior.

Stepping back through the archway, she went to check on the stew. “Well, at least I’ll get to eat something descent.” She ladled out two large portions into the wooden bowls she’d had the forbearance to borrow from one of the other women; and brought them to the table where Kouga was already waiting.

The pair ate in silence. Sango trembled in her wet garments but she diligently kept her eyes on her food, not wanting to see the anger that was surely written on Kouga’s face. However, Kouga’s anger was no longer directed towards Sango, he knew that he was the only one to blame for their current predicament. He had been a fool to think he could keep Sango near him without acting on his lust. And when he fly rly realized he couldn’t, he had treated her cruelly, hoping her hatred would keep him at bay. But the truth was, nothing could keep him away from her and he now felt dejected because she had not returned his kiss.

Kouga averted his eyes when he noticed Sango shivering. His self-loathing only increased when he understood that she was cold. He had been the one to pull her into the pond yet he had not offered her any dry clothes to replace the soiled ones. Getting up from his seat, he walked tow the the fire-pit and set to work getting a fire going.

Sango soon joined him, trying to get at the warm flames. Straitening himself, Kouga took hold of her shoulders and turned her to face him. Locking eyes with her, he undid the ties of her kimono and pushed it off her shoulder; his hands ghosting across her skin. As gently as he could, so as not to frighten her, he pulled her towards his chest and wrapped his arms around her. With slow strokes he rubbed her back, warming her, soothing her.

Sango didn’t resist him. Something in his eyes had told her that his actions hid no ulterior motives. It was simply his way of apologizing. When he felt her relax against him, Kouga swept her up in his arms. He carried her towards the bed and gently placed her on the soft pallet. Removing his loin cloth, he lay down next to her, and pulled her towards him so that her naked back was pressed flush against his chest. Finally, with a deep sight, he spoke.


- “I’m not sure what’s happening between us?” Kouga said as he tightened his hold on her.” I don’t know why it’s happening or if I even want it to happen. But I can’t help myself. When you’re close to me, I have to touch you! It hurts me to know your unhappy but I…I’m just really confused. Please, just…just try to be patient.

Sango’s breath itched in her throat; she was shocked by his honesty. It was so unlike the picture of Kouga that she had constructed in her mind. She had always thought him to be rude, violent and uncaring; completely oblivious to the feelings of others. Of course, there was always a possibility it was only a ruse, that he was setting her up for more humiliation. However, during her short stay with the Ookami youkai tribe, she had glimpsed a very different side a Kouga. She could guess at a man who loved his clan, a man who fought to protect them from evil, a man who could, maybe, even be kind. Blame it on infatuation, curiosity or plain foolishness; Sango wanted to know if the man she’d glimpsed was real.

- “Alright Kouga.” She whispered softly. “I’ll try.”