Dominance

Okay, so this is the real chapter that I promised you all. It will be a shocker of how it ends and if you hope for Sesshomaru to fall madly in love with the two wards, then don’t read. If you are sensitive to a lot of abuse, don’t read this either. I really pulled out the stocks on this one, regarding dark content. So stick around and read if you are strong enough for such. I hope you enjoy this, for I have enjoyed writing it. I want to thank everyone for the reviews and ratings I received on this story, they truly meant a lot to me. Once again, Thank you and enjoy.

Darkest Regards,
BlackMaiden

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She ran, as fast as her legs could carry her, the warm breeze, small branches, twigs and vines catching her across her bare form the whole way. She continued none the less, regardless of the painful, raw pain of her sex, the soreness of her body, the sticky feel of blood pouring from her wounds and the harsh ground under her feet. Yukata in hand, she had taken off into the foliage as soon as Sesshomaru, the demon terror of the west, had settled into the spring. Though she knew it was only a matter of time before he would come looking for her and would eventually catch her and kill her, she had a good thirty minute start on him and she would be damned if she went down without a fight.

Continuing onward, her lungs burned from the exerted feeling of losing so much energy, but she couldn’t give up now for she knew she wasn’t far from the shore line with its high faced cliffs and if she could just get that far, she could end the nightmare and die against the water. The water…it brought a smirk to her face and a little bit of the excited feeling of freedom to light her face. She had lived her whole life close to the ocean, with in walking distance actually, and to die in the place that she knew as serenity meant peace to her spirit even if she was forced to die by her own hand.

She knew she would die anyway. From the blood that she lost and the still open wounds, it would be only a matter of time before she bled to death. And since she had run away, she hoped that if she didn’t get to the water first and Sesshomaru didn’t catch her, some other rogue yoaki would come along by the scent of her blood and eat her. Either way, all other outcomes she had, ensured a very slow, painful death. She just wanted one more breeze, one more sigh, scent and view of the water before her existence became void. Determined for her own happy ending, she continued that last few meters to the clearing up ahead, bursting through the trees to the grassy plain of the cliff face, reaching for the night sky and looking over a roaring, restless ocean mass.

By the Gods, it was beautiful! So much so that it stopped her in her tracks to look upon the great expanse of the ocean. The cliff jutted out and the shoreline curved into a rocky valley, leading out to the foaming waves. The moon set almost on top of the water and was so close, she could almost touch it. Out in the dark waters, island cliffs littered the surface, some small as moats and some stabbing up to the sky like sharpened edges of a sword. The water was glowing with the soft light of the moon and reflections of the many craters of its face shined on the water’s wild surface. Ocean spray flew in the air as the waters rolled and crashed on the granite surface, singing a magnificent song to her as if it knew her pain and beckoned her in to its swarming, warm depths. The magnitude of it all brought her to the edge, misting her face, relaxing her jaw as the moon shone upon her face, revealing bright green eyes, crying at such a sight and holding her weak form erect, forcing her backbone to stand proud just one last time.

She took a moment to look around and appreciate the scenery of the night and her love of water before she would take her plunge. It was flawless, perfect, meant only for her and made her contemplate on all the events of her life. Nothing mattered in that moment as she stepped closer to the edge, the wind dancing in her hair and the light pouring over her and her surroundings, nothing but that very span of time. It didn’t matter that this was not her native lands, nor did it matter that she was a futuristic woman from American, born from Scottish immigrants who came to the past by another woman’s half Celtic, half demon sorcery. It didn’t matter that she had an important role from which Yona, the lady of the lands and Inutaisho, the former lord, had said to her when she had first arrived. It didn’t matter that supposedly they said her blood line ran from Yona, or some unknown prophecy made her a vital role in the victory over the Shikon jewel. Nothing of her past, present and future mattered if she couldn’t be who she really was and do such things outside of a cage. So much suppression was involved, in so much of her life, that she didn’t give a damn for what she had to do for these people, if she couldn’t do it on her own. She had lost everything, her children, her family, her home and to lose the one thing that she is, a source of freedom, would kill her regardless, so what difference would it make if she just made fate work a little faster. Nothing matter but the freedom of this night and calm that settled over her in this moment, for though she had lost much, the gods had been fair to give her freedom, for however long it would be.

A bitter smile caught the side of her mouth at such epiphany, but she cared less for anything that could or had happened, because in her existence, all revolved around the wisdom that she had gained and the serenity of places like this ocean cliff scenery.
She had been known for her bravery, the wisdom and strength that coursed through her veins, and though she would run away forever to the afterlife, no one could say she hadn’t done it with pride on her face. Outstretching her arms, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and leaned forward to let the wind carry her to her watery grave.

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Sesshomaru could not hold back his beast even as he pressed all his power into holding on to his baser side. The more he tried to hold onto all that raging yoaki, the more he found that it drained his energy sources, in which he needed those to complete the task that he had set before him.

That stupid, hard-headed bitch had run from him, the strongest yoaki alive, the yoaki that was now her master and mate. How dare she! However, despite the issue at hand, the wench did not give very much thought to the affects of their yoaki mating bond. She had failed to stay around long enough to find out how the mark, the further away they got from each other, would draw them back and acted as a tracking device. She failed to learn that the mark in itself gave Sesshomaru the power to make the wench bend to his iron will, without him ever having to touch her. He planned to eradicate that none the less.

With his monstrous beast clawing at its cage to be set free to wreak havoc on the onna that dared to defy him, he let go of everything holding him back and surged to find the woman, the mark guiding where his nose left off. Before hitting the tree line, he looked over his shoulder at the astounded Rin, to ensure she was safe inside the bubble of his yoaki barrier.

Though Sesshomaru was a collected and clever demon with inventive ways in doing things, the only thing that pushed his body forward, set in his eyesight, and ran through his mind was bloodlust. He knew without a shadow of a doubt, once the onna was caught, he would show her the error of her ways, slowly and painfully, and then rid himself of her existence once and for all. It had been a very long time since he had let loose of himself and the beast within, and had seen very few demons do the same, through the course of his lifetime. As a matter of fact, he had only seen this type of bloodlust and pure anger in his father once. That fateful night, he could remember vividly.

Yona, though she was so very loving and responsible for the comfort and control of his father, in regards to having reined in on his temper, had for the first time, angered him beyond control. They had argued over something that he could not remember but the end result had been disastrous and in the end, Yona had left the confines of the palace and returned home. In several days, she had ignored the direct orders of the lord and refused to fix any remaining problems at hand. Furthermore, the depth of her defiance had resulted in treason, an unforgivable crime. He remembered his father gathering a few of his army and Sesshomaru then set out on patrol. Inutaisho had been trying to cause a diversion of his ever fitful thoughts, but Sesshomaru had watched the usually collected demon come undone the moment he saw Yona collecting herbs in the forest. The transformation of pure anger, power and evil was awe striking when seeing it on one of the most laid back demons he had ever known. The many people surrounding the lord had stepped back away from the usually collected demon, in fear of their very lives. Sesshomaru was no exception.

She had known she was in trouble and took off at the sight of the enraged demon lord. It was never a good idea to run from a demon, of any lineage, especially dogs. For it was known that dogs enjoyed the chase far more than others. The caravan of people followed as far as they dared, and once close enough to the human establishment of the woman to detect with their nose, they set up camp to wait on the lord. He, Sesshomaru, learned that his father rarely took Yona to his bed, and hadn’t done so in many decades, and in her lack of his father’s endowment, the smell of her tears, blood and the sound of her cries, surrounded the camp until dawn.

Sesshomaru smirked at the memory, what little he could see through the haze of his mind, knowing that he would cause far more damage to Seara than what his father had done to Yona. In his minute thoughts of the pain he would cause said girl, his beast hardened his features further to the very limits his humanoid form could hold. He knew that as soon as she saw him, what extent of trouble she was in, for his face was barely holding back the true dog visage that lied just under the surface. As with his face, his body grew in stature and bulked further with the calling of his demon nature, and with such transformations, his speed, strength and lethal abilities, grew with it.

Roaring in conquest, he could see the little, human woman just on the edge of a cliff, arms outstretched to dip into the waters for a quick death. At the sight, he grew all the more angry that the disrespectful bitch dared to end her life and step away from him so easily. However, before she could tumble to the rocks below, he burst through the tree line, extended his yoaki whip and caught her around the throat as gravity caught her for her descend.

The power of his whip could hold many powers, from the warmth of the sun, to the poisons of his Taiyoaki blood line, but for this onna, his makeshift noose would serve both purposes. Walking ever so slowly to the edge she had just jumped from, he stood on its edge and watched the woman struggle helplessly in the grip of his inbred weapon of destruction. The sight was beautiful; the woman caught around the throat in several loops of his yoaki whip, the light green glow of just enough poison emitting from its source, the strangled gasps of the woman trying to catch her breath, her form flailing in its grip, the cries of pain from her panicked face as the poison slowly ate at the skin of her neck and the weight of her form dangling just on the edge of death above the roaring ocean.

In his frightful appearance, he watched as if he was bored, his head cocked to the side a little, but in actuality the sight of her weak human form in such a predicament caused the heavy weight of his endowment to rise. Though it would have been amusing to watch her strangle to death before plummeting to the rocky waters once the acid of his poison severed her head; he wanted so much more in her ending than the little satisfaction this would bring. So ever so slowly, he stepped back, unaffected by her weight, and pulled her closer to the edge of the cliff. However once she was just in reach of grabbing the ledge and pulling herself up, he stopped and held her there, slightly pulling back the poison so not to decapitate her before he was finished.

“You were so ready to die, tell me, why should I save you now?” Sesshomaru asked, ever calm and aloof.

The woman gasped, hacked and reached up, unable to breathe and tell him what he wanted to here. He should have expected as much from a weak human, however, he would not pull her the rest of the way until he received; at least, some form of desperate pleading. He watched in interest, before he spoke, the tinge of blue color her face from the lack of oxygen before pressing forward, his rage returning.

“Beg for your life you worthless, pathetic excuse of a woman! Beg your master to save your weak life, bitch!” Sesshomaru snarled down to the exasperated woman.

“Please” Seara called back, on the edge of unconscious, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper.

Ever so slowly, he retracted his whip back into his fingers, effectively bringing the disgusting wench back over the ledge. He watched as she coughed, half huddled on the ground, trying to catch her breath and rubbing her neck where the whip had burned a dark red mark around her neck with its poisons. He had no patience to allow her to recuperate and set to stepping forward, snatching up the yukata she had discarded, grabbing her by the hair and dragging her back to the forest. She, unable to fight with the strength she first started with this evening, helplessly tried to grab at her hair, wailed out feebly and tried to keep up, only getting very little work done and being mainly dragged across the ground into the woods by her captor.

The Daimyo moved quickly to the cover of the woods, not wanting to see the serene look of the ocean as he disposed of this woman and unable to look upon the same waters he last saw his father at, before he went to save that pathetic human Inuyasha called a mother. It had been about 40 meters off to the right, along the wooded path, that the cliffs smoothed out into a white sanded beach; the same beach he had rutted those women of his first heat and the same beach he had so many fond memories of. He would be damned if he let this worthless woman taint his memory with her useless existence and her inevitable death.

Once in the cover of the trees, Sesshomaru stood still, sniffed out his immediate surroundings and then threw the woman out in front of him. He was slightly amused at the strangled scream that fell from her throat and the thud of her form as it had come a little air borne, just to drop back on the ground in dead weight. Once he let go of her form, he continued to watch her as she cried out pitifully at the rough treatment and the pain her form had been caused. He was almost overturned in lust at the beautiful sight she made, despite how little her life meant to him now.

There on the ground, she half sat up on her side, her arms shaking in trying to hold up her form, her hair in knots, tangles, and littered with debri. Her face was tear stained, bruised and in some spots, slightly swelling, big tears rolling down her cheeks and her eyes filled with sadness, despair, shock and defeat. Her perfect body as it was for a human’s, was covered in his abuse; the raw burns around her neck, several bite marks covering her body, many scabbing up and some still bleeding. Between her thighs she was bruised almost down to her knees, his claw marks scraped along her hips, blood and semen spilling form her torn womanhood and the evidence that a powerful yoaki had, indeed, had his way with this little onna. Though she was exhausted, tore to pieces, he still had much to do and the sight only roused his loins further to finish the job he had set out to do. It had only proved that the full length of his dominance would have to do in teaching this one and though she would die by his hand, the task would be meaningful and beautiful in its own right.

He had no more words for her since apparently; they did nothing to teach her anything. He simply had his demon attributes to teach her with, and though she had run, they had apparently worked enough for her to realize that he meant business when he did what he had done to her. Bent on finishing what he started, he stepped up to her retreating form, and circled her like the prey she had become. She was no longer a being to teach, but now a plaything; a thing to toy with until defeat, then killed and thrown to the side. He would torment her till her last breath, make her beg to die and, ultimately, kill her slowly and oh so painfully. Rest would not come to this bitch!

Scenting the air around them, he smelled her fear and reveled in its potent power before grasping her hair and coming into her line of vision. She did not move, far too afraid to do anything that may cause the very obviously dangerous demon to cause her harm. Though her pleading eyes did little to deter him, he looked her over once before pulling back his hand and striking her across her face, ensuring that his claws nicked her along the way. His hand held her steady so he could watch her as he did so and the sight caused him to growl in his throat as her face jarred to the side, the blood flowed from the scratches and his handprint formed on her porcelain skin.

He pulled his hand back a second time and struck again, enjoying the simple task of causing her pain, but not enough to end her life, as she tried to struggle to get away from his harsh blows. Suddenly angry with her movements, he snatched her up into his arms and glared at her, a series of growls, snarls and woofs emitting from his throat to let her know his disapproval with such actions. The woman in question gapped up at him in fear and shock, trying to find the man she had once known in such an awfully, distorted face. As his face took on more of his more natural side, Seara began her struggle anew, seeing the real side of such a destructive and deadly demon.

Sesshomaru sneered at her movements and growled in his throat in irritation at the sheer stupidity of this woman. He almost questioned himself on this woman’s mental capabilities of understanding when to submit and whether he had made a good choice of choosing her in the first place. Apparently not. This gave him all the more reason to fix his mistake in giving this one a chance and eliminating her life.

“Do not move you ignorant bitch.” He finally spoke out frustrated, irritation coursing through his form that he had to speak to her after all.

Seara stilled at once, hearing the threat in his tone immediately. This he liked, the obedience in her form, however, he did not think he had the patience to deal with teaching her the methods of patience and understanding. None the less, he had faith that she would understand the wrong that she had done and the lesson of his true nature when it was all said and done. Too bad it would be too late to save her life, for she had forfeited it the moment she decided to run from his direct orders.

Once she was steady and thoroughly nervous under his ever watchful, cold eyes, he snatched her head to the right and bit down into her neck, his teeth pressing into the supple flesh all the way to the gum line. His defiant prey cried out again as her legs buckled under the pain of his attack before pressing her hands against his form and trying to push him away. As she fought weakly, he wrapped his arms around her and held her firm, drawing out several draughts of her life’s elixir, draining her down to just enough to keep her alive and conscious. Soon her body went limp and her breath evened out as she lost her strength, effectively immobilizing her and leaving her pliable to the demon lord.

Pulling his fangs from her throat harshly, he surveyed the effects of his actions upon the woman. The beautiful but helpless onna had only enough energy to stay awake and partially standing, relying on him to hold her up and to keep her body warm. The defeated, sad and half conscious look on her face caused a prideful sneer to cross the demon’s face as he pulled her away slightly and let her crumple to the forest floor under them. As she sat dazed, crying and understanding that she would not die so easily nor get away, Sesshomaru continued his taunt, circling her once more, pulling her hair every once in awhile and dragging his claws in her flesh where he felt it needed his attentions.

As much as he loved that she had little energy to fight him back, he grew far too painfully hard and ready for the kill to continue his game further. He wanted to step this game up a level, and teach her all the ways he could torture her before she died.

Quickly as he had dropped her to the ground to begin with, he grabbed a hold of her hair and pulled her down to lie on the forest floor, his form crouching to follow suit. Once situated over her prone form, he straddled her waist, and finished the transformation of his face into the half human/half dog visage he had planned for this momentous moment. He watched in sinister delight, and a half distorted smile to come to his face as Seara cried out in agony in total fear of what he would do to her now that he had her alone. All the sounds, the wracking sobs and heavy breaths were almost too much for the on edge beast that Sesshomaru was. So to have some relief, he freed his erection and laid it across Seara’s bosom and forced her hands around it to add some much needed friction to his aching organ. Within a few short thrust, being that he was at the pinnacle of his pleasure before the ministrations began, he spilled his essences in arches in the valley of the terrified woman’s breast. However, too selfish to give her the pleasure of keeping his seed to herself, he quickly bent and lapped up his seed, taking back the gift he had given her.

He felt better, now that he had some satisfaction in dissobediant behavior, however, being that he was in full surge of his demon, he was soon starting to grow hard again, in preparation of the mount and the knot of his full yoaki fuck. More delighted grunts, growls, snorts and snarls came from his enraged, enthusiastic beast as he slowly stripped down, pulled himself back, digging his claws into her flesh along the way, to lay upon her form for more taunting. Once lying flat upon her form, he admired his handy work of his claws, pulling the sharp bits free and licking the blood from the claws before watching her momentarily. He watched as she could do nothing more than lay prostate to his painful administrations, slowly tortured to death and dying in his ever painful acts he forced her prone form to take.

As with all things that his beast done, it quickly grew tired of just watching before it quickly retaliated in her weakened state, slipping his legs between hers, forced them apart, pulled himself up along with her legs, guiding her hips in his laps, grabbing a handful of her hair and holding her steady as he found a new form of punishment and an untargeted spot before abusing it too as he sunk himself harshly into the depths of her bowels. Seara, unable to pull herself away from the grip on her hair, that held her head up and against her collarbone, could only scream out her pain and feebly try to reach out to push the demon away from her. Sesshomaru, relentless in his actions only pressed forward, tearing into that virgin passage and looking down at her in disgust as he pounded his demon endowment into unused depths.

Having her legs over his shoulders, his arms holding up the limps, one hand holding her hands and the other holding her head up against her chest, he scooted forward to bend her more effectively and into his lap, sat up straighter and used the leverage he had and the strength of his backbone to slam his phallus into the woman with all the power he could muster in the strange position he placed her in.

Screaming, begging and unable to get away, the daimyo had his way with the wayward bitch, shoving himself in her abused and quickly ripping bowels; the blood of the give allowing him to press completely in and the angle to allow him deeper access to her sensitive insides. The beauty of it all was magnificent under the bright, dark night and the power of it all caused the western lord to tilt his head back in utter pleasure and bask in the glow of the twisted, sinister fuck of this unruly bitch. In all his years, he never thought that he would get so much pleasure in something so demeaning and torturous, and in that moment, he realized what it must have felt like for his father to take Yona the night she disobeyed him. Too perfect, it was all just too perfect and he soon found himself at his climax, spilling his potent seed inside her destroyed insides.

Ah, he was now satisfied with the game and had accomplished what it was that he wanted to show her regarding humiliating, and the demeaning usage of her human body. He had effectively knotted the unwilling bitch, teaching her what exactly most demons did when they decided that they wanted to rut humans. Many demon’s, as Sesshomaru knew, did not take human’s for their sexual appeal, or the bond of having one as a mate. They took these wenches as proof of their prowess of all that was in their territory, show the human males who was really the stronger of the occupants of the land, and to show the other demon males who really was most dominant. Sesshomaru knew that when they found this woman’s carcass tomorrow, they would know just exactly what he was capable of doing and who exactly the stronger dominant male was.

As the knot relaxed enough for him to get free and not to cause himself damage, he pulled himself free, ready to cause some real pain to this wench in the journey to her death. A gleeful look on his face that he didn’t care that she saw, since she wouldn’t live to share it, he sat between her legs, watched her squirming as she grew weaker before running his claws over her soft form.

He admired the life in her still, even though she was close to the death and the steadily slowing heart beat just under her flesh. In his study, he bypassed his superficial wounds, to more supple areas of her form, before finding her more curvy tones, digging his claws within and ripping the flesh in handfuls off her body, letting draughts of his poison to follow suit. She quaked, screamed hoarsely and unable to free herself and he took the time to remove several chunks of her flesh. Once enjoying the satisfaction of disfiguring her a little, he leaned forward, his fingers still digging in one of her wounds and sunk his fangs in her neck again.

Instead of draining her blood, he allowed his mouth to fill with her flesh before ripping that open too. Not wanting her to die to quickly, he allowed only small pieces to be removed and to fall from his mouth before leaning up again to watch the effects. There, lying under him, she watched him, blood flowing steadily out her mouth in rivers, gasping for breath; she fought for the last little bits of her life. Sesshomaru, so entranced in the sight and the beauty she gave to his eyes alone, wanted to be within her within the last moments of her life. Once decided that what he wanted, he entered her, and lowered his face inches from hers, enjoying the show and waiting for her words, the ones that everyone seemed to have just before it was all said in done.

“Beg for death, otherwise, I will leave you here to slowly bleed to death.” Sesshomaru spoke smoothly, almost cooing to the onna.

She was unable to speak any words, but her mouth moved, yet nothing came out. He smiled warmly at the simple but beautiful act before saying more.

“Tell me, child, what was it that you had looked for in me when you decided that I, a demon, was your companion?” The daimyo continued onward

“Strength, your strength.” She whispered out in her slow breaths before her eyes dulled and the woman died.

“Do you have something to protect?”

Suddenly, from nowhere, the words echoed in his mind as if they had been whispered in the wind, effectively pulling him from the stupor of his conquest and pushing him back into his humanoid form. Too shocked to do anything, he sat still, slowly looking around and inattentive of the onna at that point to ensure that his mind was not playing with him. He could have sworn that in that moment, those words were spoken right in his ear, yet nothing was around.

It was in that moment, that the all too familiar presence of his ominous father’s yoaki surged through his form like a ghost in the night and filling him with dread at the thought that could come with it. In the seven levels of hell, his father was haunting him from the demon realm, where his soul had been resurrected to live for eternity. In total shock, he suddenly sat up, unable to move a muscle as he tried to understand what was happening for he knew that though his father wasn’t dead in hell, he could not come to the human realm.

As sure as he thought his logic was, Sesshomaru looked up and saw the apparition of his father’s form looking at him, a distant look upon his face as he stood in front of the astounded young male. Sesshomaru, too damn shocked to do anything and not even noticing the position he was currently in, was only able to stare in awe at the creature that was obviously there.

“My son, what good is dominance if you have nothing to dominate?” The lone, half hazy figure of Inutaisho spoke out to his son before slipping back into a haze and surrounding Sesshomaru one last time and disappearing.

Sesshomaru, once realizing that he was alone again and that the sight was very real, jumped up all of a sudden as the revelation of the epiphany settled over him when his eyes landed on the girl again. There on the ground, Seara lied dead, face void of any emotion, fresh blood over her form, her words still falling in his ears.

“Strength, your strength”

“Do you have something to protect”

“My son, what good is dominance if you have nothing to dominate”

The words had all been so simple, but the weight of the meaning hit him like the strongest blows of Tetseiga. The simple words bore on him and Sesshomaru soon found himself not wanting to see the voided look upon Seara’s face. In light of his epiphany, the understanding of the nature of dominance hit him harshly, almost making him feel foolish in not learning his father’s lesson while he was alive.

His father had not done what he did without reason. His choices had been calculated and always meaningful. Never had he seen his father make choices without reason and it all made sense. Had it been so that his father taught the lesson, realizing demon’s needed another’s submission in order to be dominant? Had he missed the fact that he needed another in order to find everything within himself?

His head filled with questions and scenarios but the message remained clear. Seara had been something to fill him with amusement, gave him reason to prove he was dominant, and reason to teach the lesson. So, what good would any of his dominant nature be if he hadn’t a real student to teach it on? Rin had been far to easy to break, being that she knew nothing but demon nature, ah, but Seara had been human and lived as human, thus teaching her would be more work and more reward.

His choice was clear; bring her back

Slipping down to the forest floor and unable to look at her face, he performed the life giving ritual that had brought many back to life. The blood letting of a demon upon a human so to give them full life and the lifespan of a demon. Yona had received it and countless others, so the action was not new to Sesshomaru, though the actions of the future were.

As he waited for her to breathe again, he let his thoughts cover the night. Though he had his revelation, he regretted nothing for it was not in his nature to do such. Sesshomaru was a cold, aloof, demon of action and did nothing to change that. This little incident did nothing to change thoughts or his actions. Though he had been shocked into understanding, the fact remained that the onna only proved that she was worthy enough to continue the lesson of dominance, not the complete change of her life. He only expanded it, not changed it for he was the western lord and would continue to be such, in the only way he knew how. The only lesson he had truly learned was that her defiance gave him a new lease on his teaching methods and that an onna, like the one slowly regaining life, would only due for such lessons.

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Day break broke over the horizon as Sesshomaru looked over the horizon on a small hill close to the Japanese maple he placed his two new mates under. He watched them sleep inside his barrier momentarily as he contemplated the night’s events. Thinking back on the forest incident with Seara, he thought of her unaware look when she had awoken to see him watching ever calmly. He had said nothing to her, and would never speak of it, about what happened when she was dead. He only took her back to where he had brought them to begin with and put her in the barrier to sleep. Now, he was left with only with his thoughts on the apparition that he saw.

Seeing for the first time in another’s eyes and looking back over all that happened, Sesshomaru appreciated what he had gained out of such. Nothing would change; he would remain the master and mate of these women, with the same objective, though now he understood that there were two sides to every whole. He had not respected the differences in life, like the difference in human and demon, but he could see clearly that there had to be a weaker being for there to be a stronger one; a dominant and a submissive, royal and poor, up and down, strong and weak. And if he was to get what he had set out to have; to be dominant and show these bitches who was in charge, he had had to learn that they must remain submissive and ever attentive students for him to receive his full reward. Being rash, and impatient would not serve his purpose well, including being far too destructive of the blond headed woman. Sighing in the work he had ahead of him, he settled in just understanding the issue for he could work out the kinks later. Ever strong, stubborn and powerful, Sesshomaru let his mind wander to his territory; watching guard in his aloof state.

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A father looked down upon his son, smiling that his own hard-headed boy had learned what had made him, the former yoaki, as strong as he was. Balance, his boy had finally learned that the balance of everyone’s place was key to dominance and supreme conquest!

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Well, I got quite the appeals on this story and the verdit stands, Heat will be the next story to be post. I will work on it tonight. May I dear say that it might be posted this evening, I am still unsure, however it will be up very soon. I had posted this last night but I had to sleep on it, to decide whether I liked the ending or not. However, adding too much detail will bore the reader and make them stray, so I kept it as it was. For now, that is. So, what do you think having the tables turned on the ever confident demon. I thought it was a nice touch, him seeing that he could only be superior if he had underlings. As with all things in life. Well, I hope that you have enjoyed reading this as much as I have with writing it. THank you all for your reviews, they mean so much to me.

Darkest Regards
BlackMaiden

Yours truely!

P.S. New pole: Should Heat be a threeshot or a fiveshot. I am leaning towards the lateral since I like detail. Keep in mind that the choice you make decides whether you get the same detail I put in this story. Let me know. Mwhahahaha, you like that crazy ending yeah. Well, they dont call me BlackMaiden for nothing!