Chronicles of the West

Well, I do apologize but I took the last two days off from writing while I sorted through the tangled webs of plot lines spinning in my head. Believe me there's a lot of them. LoL. So much so that I am beginning to wonder of this story will ever have an ending! I will include some smut for ya in these chapters J Hope that's enough to tide you over for a while. LoL. Thank you so much for all your reviews. They really keep me going J I hope you all like the next few chapters. As my thanks I have three updates for you. Oh and I don't own anything that Miss Hawkins sings. LoL


Chapter Fifty Six

Alastair stared at his newest creation, the one that seemed to be doing so well. The kitsune may have been a child to start with but certainly didn't look like one now. Tall, lithe, silver haired. He looked very much like the inu's he was created to destroy.

"Amari" the once human called. Eyes like cold steel locked with his own. There was pain there, and determination to defeat his maker. Alastair chuckled, "So much spirit. I wonder, does it come from them? Those cells that belong to your enemy?" The kitsune was silent, as though he understood that no answer would be correct.

His form and strength had changed yes, but inside, deep inside he was the same. The heart of a kitsune child beat, wrapped in the darkness of monstrous intentions. "I think that you need brothers" Alastair said lightly. The kitsune betrayed nothing of his thoughts, dread creeping through his pores.

"Yes. Siblings, and fellow soldiers will do well for you" the beast that was his master purred. He looked the kitsune up and down carefully. "Nearly perfect. Not perfect enough though". Alastair turned from his creation and strode across the chamber of the castle. He'd easily taken control of it.

His long tables aligned carefully, his equipment pristine and ready. Solutions bubbled in their glass vessels, providing the soft swishing pops and plops he'd become so fond of. Along the wall, the ever present cages of demons and even humans. Those destined for greatness in his eyes. Pitiful souls.

He was all too pleased with the results of the inu cells fused with the kitsune child. If you could even call it kitsune anymore. Great leathery wings were tucked against his back, and his body, hidden beneath his clothing were the marks of fire and shadow. He was a work of art.

Unlike so many of the others, he was pleasing to look upon, the careful brush strokes of his rebirth radiating in his form. It had to be the power of the inu bloodline. Strong, perfect, beautiful. Those cells must work to eradicate imperfection within the body that was their host. So many wondrous possibilities. Alastair made a mental note to explore other uses for such beautiful creatures. His newest creation needed only one more thing…. The cruelty to carry out his will. Kitsune were not cruel by nature, but they could be conditioned to become so.

His gaze fell to the heavy book opened before him. His eyes scanning over the words. Hmm, something he hadn't tried before. Of all the ingredients on this world to play with, there was one that he'd basically left alone. The soul. If one had no soul, then they were a blank slate. If one wanted that soul back….what lengths would they go to? What would a soul do to have their body back? It bore thinking about.

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Sesshoumaru stepped into his bedchamber and paused at the sight before him. Ayeka was standing in the middle of their floor. Her hands were over her ears and she was swaying softly. Apparently, she was enjoying her portable. Her arms came down and he watched her dance around, her voice reaching him easily. "Damn, I wish I was your lover…". Her head fell back as she sang.

His face betrayed nothing, as he crossed the floor and as he drew closer her eyes opened and locked on him. She gave a soft smile and reached for him. Sesshoumaru deftly plucked the small earpieces from her rounded ears and the device from her hip. He leaned close as he set is aside. "Wish granted".

Ayeka locked her arms around his neck, even as his powerful hand slid to cup her thighs, lifting her against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist tightly as he stared up at her. The look in his eyes robbed her of her breath.

Her eyes moved back and forth between his own, searching, seeking. He closed the distance between them and fused their lips together. The action so gentle, so earth shatteringly slow and intimate that she sucked in a sharp breath. The hot fiery knot forming in her lower stomach.

His tongue brushed along her lower lip, before lightly dipping into the wellspring her mouth. The slow, deliberate caress making her moan softly. Clawed hands held her steady even as those same claws pressed lightly into her backside.

Her hands slid into his silver hair, as she angled her mouth against his. Her tongue softly pressing over his, Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat, and his tongue swirled around hers before trapping it neatly.

Her scent spiked and her body seemed to turn to sunlight in his hands, warmer than imaginable. Her fingers traced over the magenta stripes adorning his cheekbones, a butterfly of a caress. She was barely aware that they were moving until she felt the hard surface of the writing table against her bottom. His hands slid slowly away from her cheeks.

Legs still wrapped around him, she leaned back on one arm to meet his gaze. Hot like the sun, deep as the ocean. His hand cupped her cheek, as his lips ghosted over her temple, hot breath grazed her ear. Ayeka felt her head swim, eyes fluttering closed as his fangs caught the fleshy lobe and tugged.

His hands slid up her arms, and then to her throat, before descending again, catching her silks as he went. Her arms were trapped now in her garments. Her lover smiled softly against the soft white flesh of her shoulder, before placing a fanged kiss there.

Clawed hands swept over the white column of her throat even as his lips moved to follow. Conquering her with tender touches and hot kisses. Her life's blood thundered under his lips in that blue vein at her throat and he pressed his fang against it. Leaving a thin red line in it's wake, he dragged it slowly over the path down to the swell of her breasts.

Those fangs that were so sharp and deadly, caressed as softly as rose petals. Never breaking the delicate tension of her skin. Large, warm hands palmed her breasts, the pink peaks hardening beneath his fingers. Thumbs and forefingers toyed with the erect flesh, tugging lightly.

Her head rolled to the side, and she caught his jaw with her lips, soft flesh blossoming against the pale line. Her tongue darted out, before she lightly bit down. Sesshoumaru made a sound then, half growl, half moan and she chased after it.

His wife knew him all too well, and despite the many years and many couplings he was never satisfied that he knew all of her secrets. Rather she was a treasure that he discovered again and again. His large hand moved up the line of her back to cradle her head to his throat.

His other hand teased the edges of her kimono aside to reveal the heart of her. His fingertips teased in soft circles against her inner thighs as he went higher. Ayeka shifted slightly, gave a small shrug and her arms were free. Sliding against his chest, tugging at his ties to reveal him to her eyes.

His pale sculpted chest became visible as the layers of his upper garments swished to the floor. Her hands tracing the lines of muscle, the action causing rippling beneath the skin. Her mouth teased at his collarbone and over the defined pectorals.

Sesshoumaru's fingers found her heat as her mouth closed over one hard nipple. Ayeka's sharp intake of breath, sweeping over the heated flesh in a moist kiss of coolness. His skilled fingers teasing around the pearl, pressing on it lightly.

Two fingers slipped inside as his thumb circled in maddening rhythm. Ayeka clutched his shoulders, her need rising too fast, her desire too great. It was almost painful. She pressed her face beneath his chin, whimpering. Giving herself over to him.

Sesshoumaru fused their lips again as he curled his fingers within and moments later, brought her to completion. Hunger ruled then, tender actions all but banished, as his hands caught her thighs and pulled her ever closer to the edge of the table.

With swift claws, her clothing was relegated to scraps as his face pressed against her quivering lower belly. He inhaled deeply and then bit lightly on that tender spot between navel and sex. She was still bare, a habit that the demon lord found he liked a great deal. Her hands buried themselves in his hair and he tugged at his hakamas.

Sesshoumaru caught her hands in his own and lifted them above her head, pressing them lightly to the polished wood. He loomed over her, like silver death. Like a prayer to the heavens. Green eyes peered up at him from under heavy lids. Her lips rosy and swollen, her breasts full and heavy. He leaned forward and his tip pressed against her opening. The touch sending jolts of pleasure through her. Sesshoumaru slowly pressed inside of her. His eyes fixed on her face as he moved.

Ayeka panted and whimpered at the slow, steady intrusion. The feeling glorious and her back arched as she tried to take more him, and faster. Sesshoumaru waited until his silver curls were flush against the bareness of her body. He paused then, and waited for her eyes to open to him once more.

Ayeka looked up at him, her mate, her husband, her twin soul. "What is it?" she asked of the almost reverent expression that crossed his angelic features. His thumbs stroked her upturned palms gently, "You are…so..utterly…beautiful" he breathed.

Tears filled green eyes as he began to move, slowly within her. Gently bringing her back to the starry plain of pleasure. Slow, hard thrusts that touched every part of her. Their fingers linked together as he lifted them both the stars. Sesshoumaru felt her body clamp viciously around him and her eyes fell closed, "I.. Love..you!" she cried out in her release.

The declaration pushed him over the edge of his need and he let himself explode within her, his fangs sinking into her. The mark renewed as his feeling for her flared to impossible heights. Wife, lover, mother of his pups. Best friend. His.

And it was perhaps, that one simple word that meant the most to him.

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Ryu touched down in the courtyard to find Satoru and Victor waiting for him. "Well?" Satoru asked. Ryu shook his head, "He's as crazy as ever" he replied, speaking of Totosai. Satoru grunted, what could one expect? He hardly seemed lucid on the best of days.

"The items Ryu" he remined. Ryu offered him the pouch and Satoru emptied the two bands into his palm. He blinked at them. "Crazy but clever it seems. I wonder how he knew to do something like this" he mused. Ryu stretched his arms over his head, "Maybe because grandfather needed something similar" he said.

Satoru blinked over at him, "What? Why?" he asked, curiosity piqued. Ryu smirked, "Seems grandfather had a thing for mikos". Satoru frowned, "What the hell are you babbling about?" he demanded. Ryu winked at him, "Midoriko".

Satoru fell silent, his eyes moving back to the rings. Toga, the elder had taken the famed miko as his lover? He wondered vaguely if his father and uncle knew that. Not that it mattered, both were dead and gone now, but he imagined that even they needed comfort in their lives.

"These should do it" he said, "Silvana's powers will not bind to you". Victor eyed the glimmering items and pondered aloud, "I wonder why it didn't fuse to Toga". Satoru met Ryu's eyes then and he smiled, "Simple really" he said to Victor, "She was not in love with him. Therefore her powers did not see him as a potential mate".

The words while logical, soothed Ryu. She was in love with him, never his brother. Never Kurama. Him. Ryu. A hanyou. "Where is she?" he asked. Satoru smiled, "The library, digging through the mountain of notes we left her" he answered. Ryu nodded and headed in that direction.

Silvana caught his scent as he approached and stood as the door opened. "Ryu?" she asked, but he closed the distance and gathered her against him. He held her, his whole body trembled slightly. Silvana looked up at him, "Ryu?".

He buried his face against her shoulder, "You love me" he said. "Only me". She smiled against him, "Well.. You finally see that do you?" she asked. Ryu lifted his head and kissed her forehead, "I do" he breathed against her flesh, "And I know that this will work, without the tests".

She looked at him in question. He told her what he had learned at Totosai's "So basically, whenever we want to.… then we put these rings on?" she asked. He nodded and blushed slightly, "Well, I just kinda figured that we'd always leave them on. Never know.." He said.

She laughed at him and pressed a kiss to his lips and then drew back, "So tell me Ryu?" she asked softly, "Do I have to wait for you now?". Ryu tucked her hair behind her ear, "Silvana. This is the start of a new life for you and for me. The past holds nothing for us now. I want to do this right… all of it" he told her.

Silvana met his golden gaze and sighed, "I understand. I could disagree but I won't. It's enough for me to know that you are mine now..one would think that you being a thief, wouldn't care about that" she teased. He brushed his nose against hers, "Ever heard of honor among thieves?".

She nodded, and he brushed his lips against hers, "I do want to put my scent on you…tonight".

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Madu stalked along the path leading to his father's den. He wanted to be certain that he had a proper gift for Taisha when she returned to the west. He was determined to have her. He pictured her in his mind's eye. Lovely and pale.

A snarling wench with brown hair shimmered before him. Madu shook his head. Absolutely not. She was a brat, and promised to Toga. Or seemed to think she was anyway. He muttered to himself as he walked. "Damn dogs".

Not that he didn't like them, he did…mostly. They were proud and honorable…mostly. He'd grown up with Toga and Taisha and was determined that the lovely inu princess must be his. Ever since he'd called her his woman. Ever since she'd given him a black eye for it. Wasn't that expected? She was fire and intellect and with a groan he realized that she just wouldn't be content to sit in his den and breed pups.

He could change her mind. Love did that to females. Look at what it had done to the great general Ayeka? She loved her sword but she loved the dog lord more and had given up her wild ways. Hadn't she? That meant he had a chance. 'Only if she loves you' came the voice in the back of his mind. He disliked that voice of reason, but sadly it was right. He'd have to win her, woo her.

Just how the hell was he supposed to do that?