Sesshoumaru Wept

:::Chapter 4: The Ghost Of Bitches Past:::

Makoto found herself flat on her back. Again. Her teacher was a mature inuyoukai bitch who had whelped four grown, powerful adult inuyoukai, and damn, she could still pack a punch! Panting, Sayoko stood over Makoto with her eyes sparkling. She offered her hand to the younger bitch.

"You are much improved, pup!" her mate's mother said as she pulled her off the ground. "By the time Sesshoumaru returns, I shall have you a seasoned warrior!"

"It doesn't feel like I've improved," Makoto grumbled, rubbing her backside. Sayoko chuckled at the comment.

"Oh but you have. Just a few days ago, you couldn't hold your own against me. Now, you can stand your ground. Let's finish for the day and soak. These old bones are beginning to creak."

Makoto doubted Sayoko was as fatigued as she made herself out to be. The elder female was a warrior, blood and bone; her kata looked like a flowing dance in the practice arena, and she easily threw the larger, seasoned male veterans around as if they were gangly pups holding a sword for the first time. Makoto couldn't help but watch in awe and admiration at the bitch's skill and agility, the muscles of her shapely frame rippling with ease of movement. No, they were calling it a day because she was pregnant, and Sayoko was being sensitive to her pride. She smiled to herself. It was nice to be part of a true pack again. While the concubines considered themselves their own pack in service to the Lord of the West, it wasn't what she had been born into.

They walked to the pack chambers, out onto the private veranda, and began up the stairs build into the stone of the mountain behind the castle. The springs originated deep in a number of the plateaus, and the inu clan had long since build several tiered hot spring soak areas from them, the top most tiers belonging to the Lord and his pack. The scent of sulfur permeated the air, and Makoto sneezed. She had yet to get used to the smell of the heavenly springs. They stripped-unashamed of their bodies, as most inuyoukai were-and slid into the mineral-infused hot water, both sighing in pleasure as they were engulfed.

"I understand your first experience with mating wasn't under the most... ideal situations," Sayoko began, trying to maneuver tactfully into a serious conversation. Makoto considered her statement.

"No, I guess it wasn't ideal," she muttered. "But he did make up for it early the next morning. He said he didn't want me to think mating was strictly rutting."

"Weren't you educated by the other concubines about the differences between mating and rutting?"

Makoto shook her head. "They wanted to um-" she blushed deeply "-keep me innocent. Kinuko hoped that my lord would notice me and mate me to one of his generals instead of using me as a concubine. So she sent me away when dignitaries would um... visit."

Sayoko made a mental note to thank Kinuko, the eldest concubine and a lesser alpha, for her foresight in protecting her adolescent pack mate. After soaking, she had Makoto lie in Sesshoumaru's bed and rubbed the youngling down with a pleasantly scented herbal ointment Touga brought back from a diplomatic mission to Russia. It was known to relieve muscle soreness and bruising in the budding empire, and Touga was always open-minded to new remedies for his soldiers. When she finished, Makoto was sleeping, and she left, stationing guards at the door to. Sayoko meandered through the castle until she found herself at Kinuko's room. She knocked lightly on the wooden wall and entered when the concubine welcomed her.

"My Lady," Kinuko said, nodding her head regally. "It is always good to see you."

"And you as well, Kinuko. I do miss our morning teas together," she said, taking stock of the elder bitch.

Kinuko was tall, almost as tall as Sayoko herself, and her hair fell in waves to her knees-something Sayoko envied of her. Because she had been a warrior, her habit of keeping her hair very short hadn't died with her mate. Where Sayoko was hard planes, Kinuko was soft femininity, her belly pooching slightly where her uterus was seated. Her eyes were almond shaped and enhanced by a single, thin line of kohl, and her hips were gently rounded, seeming to ache with need to be grasped while her body was used to sate bestial need. Kinuko was a bitch bred to be mounted and fucked. She sat naked before Touga's first mate, a sheer black robe draped over her shoulders.

"It has come to my attention that I owe you a debt of gratitude for sheltering Makoto."

"You are more than welcome, my Lady. While she was not destined to be here, I was not expecting his Lordship himself to be interested in her, considering his own preferences. But I cannot say I am not pleased."

"I agree. I am very pleased," Sayoko said. "I know you keep records of all of your females. May I see Makoto's?"

"Of course," Kinuko replied, standing. "Follow me."

She led the former Lady of the West down the hall, past the concubines' personal rooms. The scent of sex suddenly became overwhelming to Sayoko, the quiet grunts and moans teasing her ears from the room on the left. She glanced and was met with an erotic sight. Two females she recognized as concubines were mating, the more dominant bitch mounted on the back of the submissive bitch, with a long, cylindrical tube penetrating both of their eager cunts. The alpha thrust her hips and the tube slid easily into their bodies, her breasts rubbing over the smaller bitch's back with her movement. The sight instantly aroused Sayoko, and she cursed not having a long-term lover.

"I should have one of those made for you," Kinuko leaned over and whispered. "It makes mounting male bitches more enjoyable-gives you more options, if you know what I mean."

Sayoko smiled at the devious look on Kinuko's face. "I might have to take you up on that."

They went into the heart of the concubines' quarters, into a large circular room with scrolls piled upon each other on labeled shelves. Kinuko didn't hesitate. She knelt at one of the shelves across the room and rifled through the ten or so scrolls piled together, pulling one from the bottom.

She handed it to Sayoko, saying: "Take it for as long as you need."

Sayoko laid it on one of the tables and unrolled it, unaware of when Kinuko departed. She scanned over the pup's physical description and the personal affects she possessed when she became a ward of the West. Sayoko frowned. Makoto was just a baby when her parents were killed, and the pack didn't know of her parents' death until long after she had settled into her home at the castle. Then Sayoko read her parents' names. She would have dropped the scroll had she been holding it. Makoto's dam's name mocked her from the page: Kasumi.


InuYasha sat up quickly, panting. As his heart slowed, the events of the past night came flooding back into his waking memory. However, the longer he was awake, the more he realized Sesshoumaru touching him couldn't possibly have happened. His haori was still securely on and instead of his stomach being sticky with his seed, his hakama were clinging wetly to his legs. He glanced to his right to find Sesshoumaru really had pulled him onto the futon next to him but the furs weren't as rumpled as they had been during their encounter. He breathed out sharply and rubbed his face. He looked over again at the peacefully sleeping Sesshoumaru. He resisted the urge to touch his brother but couldn't help staring. Had it just been a manifestation of his own internal desires? He wanted to scream at the frustration he was feeling. Being taken completely off-guard, InuYasha yipped in surprise at Sesshoumaru's voice.

"You may cease your perusal now," came the imperial-sounding order.

"Whatever, asshole," InuYasha snorted. It lacked his usual venom.

"If you are awake, leave so I may rest."

InuYasha snorted again but didn't answer. He got up and left the house, trying to shield his hakama from Sesshoumaru's sensitive nose. The younger male did not need for him to know about his inability to control himself, though he was fairly sure it was something he couldn't hide from the daiyoukai. He slid the door shut and stumbled toward the river to wash himself off. While in the village, the group never stopped watching for enemies. This habit saved them on more than one occasion when a lower level demon-or horde of lower level demons-would be following the spiritual residue of the Shikon Jewel. Miroku was on point and acknowledged InuYasha with a brief nod, his shakujou jingling softly with his movements. He nodded back and slipped into the trees.

The creek was cool but not cold, thankfully. InuYasha slipped into the thigh-high water, rubbed the semen out of his hakama but quickly found he was hardening again. His sword-callused hand reached in, pulled the sensitive organ out into open air and began massaging the delicate flesh. He barked a laugh as he imagined Sesshoumaru wrapping his mouth around his length (like that would ever happen!) and forcing InuYasha to fuck his face, all the way down his tight throat and all the way out again. He groaned loudly, eyes closed and head thrown back. He ejaculated with a long grunt, and the white spend broke the surface of the creek with audible splashes. He sighed and cleaned himself up, shaking the water off when he exited the rushing water. He glanced around the forest still shrouded in night, gained his bearings and went to find his former love.


"I do not appreciate being stared at," Sesshoumaru stated without look up from the scroll he was attending.

He continued reading until his brother's bitch stood before him. Surprisingly, she didn't approach him meekly or fearfully, as most humans do. He perched the eyeglasses he wore on top of his head. As a matter of fact, she didn't smell afraid of him at all, he realized with a frown. He was about to remedy that when she spoke.

"You smoke opium for your pain," Kagome observed.

Sesshoumaru blinked once. Twice. "Go away."

"I can help you." He started growling, but she pushed forward. She knelt before him. "Where I'm from, we have strong pain medication made from opium, and I can get you glasses specifically made for reading, if that's why you use them."

"Alright, you have my attention," he said after searching her face for deception.

"I am more than willing to go and get these things for you right now," she elaborated.

"I suspect you will not do this out of the goodness of your heart."

"Actually, I was going to request something from you, Lord Sesshoumaru, but I'm not going to. I don't want to see you in pain any longer, and everyone should be able to read." Sesshoumaru was surprised. Most humans wanted something from him. Hell, most demons wanted something from him. But this human was honest in her confession. That pleased him. Rarely had he found an honest human... or miko.

"Bring these things to me, then we shall talk," he said, placing his glasses back on the bridge of his nose. He picked up the scroll once more.

Kagome knew a dismissal when she heard one, and she had to bite her tongue from allowing the sharp retort boiling in her mouth to escape. If her plan was going to work, she would need to be civil to InuYasha's brother, at the very least. She bowed and left, sliding the door shut behind her.

Kagome packed her bag and prepared to leave for the Bone Eater's Well, changing back into her uniform before she did. Nearing eighteen, she had observed and learned during the years she'd spent searching for the jewel. A little less than a year ago, she'd appeared at the well, and InuYasha had been surprised she was wearing a beautiful pink and black kimono. The reason she gave when questioned was that it kept her warmer than the uniform. But she was no fool. She'd been watching how she had been received in villages, and she'd heard the whispers. One thing she could do to insure success was to blend in and not appear in clothing that would make villagers' eyebrows raise at the indiscretion. She called her farewells and left on Kirara.

Sesshoumaru listened to the short interaction and had to admit he hoped she returned soon. He was terribly curious if the odd bitch would actually be able to help him. He browsed the remaining scrolls he brought with them, frowning deeply when he read one from the current human Hideyoshi, daring to call himself Daimyou. It requested an audience with he, Lord of the West, and a thinly veiled threat if he were to deny it. Sesshoumaru growled, the sound rumbling through the house, and he stumbled off of the futon. Outside, he ignored his brother's pack, who had become quite tense at his appearance.

"NO ONE threatens ME!" he roared to the sky, the wind whipping his long, unbound hair around his shirtless body. Shippou whimpered and laid on the ground with his throat exposed. Sango and Miroku exchanged confused looks but wisely said nothing. They had no idea what to say-the situation was so unbelievably surreal.

The wind died down as fast as it had arose, and Sesshoumaru seemed to deflate, head hanging. He dragged his hand hesitantly across his mouth and drew back bloody fingers. They watched the Lord of the West smear the blood streaming from his nose across his face. And then he collapsed.


InuYasha climbed over moss covered boulders and fallen trees. A mist gathered at his feet, and as he went deeper into the forest, the thicker it became until he couldn't see the ground. He slowed down, not wanting to step in a snake hole this far from the village. Tendrils stretched upward from the sea of luminescent white, forming skeletal fingers that clawed at his haori. A sinking feeling formed as a hard, cold lump in his stomach and grew with every step he took. The shadows themselves seemed to come alive and taunt him, threaten him. There was an unnatural and haunting disturbance amid the trees around him. It began as a distant sound, much like that of a hive of bees, and began to get louder and louder. He had stopped walking and, though he would never admit it out loud, was afraid to take another step forward. The small hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he remembered Kikyou saying he should never enter her domain unless invited. He could hear the buzzing increase and become more defined. It reminded him of something called a "whale song" that he'd seen on Kagome's TV. But this wasn't soothing, like a whale song. It was wholly wrong.

"InuYasha," the voice of rotting things said.

He spun and found himself face to face with Kikyou, but not as he'd seen her before. Her face was sunken and dried, the skin pulled tightly over her skull; the thick, black hair he'd loved once before sprouted from her skull like weeds on parched earth. Her hands were the same, showing each knuckle joint as if the layer of skin wasn't there, and instead of the beautiful beige of her skin, it was the brown of things decaying. The scent of death and old soil was heavy in the air around her. He bit back his shock, having seen much more horrible things than she in his relatively short lifespan. The mist seemed to bubble and churn until it appeared to reshape into the forms of her soul collectors. The sleek, eel-like bodies exploded out of the low-lying nebula to weave their way around her decomposed figure. InuYasha realized those things were making the unnatural sound.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, the syllables coming out muddied.

"I need information, and you might be the only one I can get it from," he explained, unable to look away from her horrible disfigurement. She looked at each of the soul collectors in turn, and they sped off to do whatever task she had set them to.

"Go to our usual place, and I shall be there soon," Kikyou said and sank into the remaining mist, leaving InuYasha to find his way.