Pure Evil

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Pure Evil: Withdrawal Syndrome

Kagome’s days of waiting were over. Hojo’s plane finally arrived, not that she had the chance to enjoy meeting her fiancé at the airport. Sesshoumaru had given her ass such a brutal pounding before she left.

It was uncomfortable to walk, especially since he’d decided to torture her today. Sesshoumaru put a chastity belt on her. Not only did she have this uncomfortable belt around her lower regions, but she also had to walk around with a vibrator inside her body, which would not go out until she got home from dealing with Hojo.

Sesshoumaru said it was a test of her inner strength. Her objective was to not get off. It was very hard to do considering her sensitized body. She felt like this was just cruel and unusual punishment.

She felt her inner muscles clench together and had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. She managed to somehow keep her cool in the face of all the people surrounding her, but it was a just barely sort of control.

It’d be really great if the belt weren’t keeping her from being able to masturbate. She was just aching to touch herself, but couldn’t and it was killing her.

Suddenly, there was Hojo. Good, kind, wholesome Hojo waved goofily to his fiancé. Kagome’s smile was sort of strained in her predicament, especially when he hugged her, causing her vibrator to shift.

“I’m so glad to be home. I’ve been thinking the whole time about meeting this friend of yours. Where is he staying? Does he have a hotel room near by where we can grab some lunch, or does he have an apartment or something?

Kagome left Hojo’s embrace. She was uncomfortable with any talk about Sesshoumaru, especially since the demon basically lived in her loft. “He’s been having this headache and wanted to rest. Otherwise he would have come with me to the airport.”

As it was, he forced her to drive her car to pick up Hojo. The bastard said it was part of the test to have her drive. Luckily she was fine with Hojo taking the keys to the car and driving to his place.

“We should go out tonight with the gang,” Hojo was saying as he drove down the highway. Maybe Sess will be feeling better by then.”

Kagome took a deep breath. Did he just call Sesshoumaru Sess?’ “Hojo honey,” she said softly, “He only likes to be called Sesshoumaru. He has this weird thing about people calling him nicknames. I’d appreciate it if you refrained from doing so.”

Hojo nodded good-naturedly. “I can understand that. It is just how some people are.

One possible disaster averted Kagome concentrated on not feeling the vibration in her pussy. Her hips wanted so much to roll around, to force herself into her orgasm. But she couldn’t if she was going to win this game. Sesshoumaru was not going to win this time.

~*~

Kagome had lunch with Hojo and then dropped him off at home. He was really tired and she excused herself to go check on Sesshoumaru. What she really needed was to pull over on the side of the road.

Somehow she made it back home. Lucky for her, the vibrator ran out of battery power the last leg of the journey. But Kagome certainly suffered for long enough. She chaffed from that damn belt.

Her cunt was so swollen with need she found it uncomfortable to move. What was more, she just wanted to fuck.

Sesshoumaru sat in her loft, reading today’s paper. He had this smirk on his face as he noticed Kagome’s panting form before him.

“Give me the key,” she demanded. He lifted one eyebrow.

“Why should I? How will I know who won?”

She growled. “That’s a stupid question. Who do you think won? Get this thing off and fuck me.” Because if he didn’t she was going to lose her mind.

Sesshoumaru produced the key from his pocket. He liked the honesty of Kagome. Since he knew for a fact he won, he could be a little nice.

Kagome ran into the bedroom to unlock the chastity belt. Once she had it off, she pulled out the vibrator slowly, sending shocks through her system. She began to move it within her body.

Forget Sesshoumaru, taking his time. She needed relief now. She tossed the useless vibrator aside, for one that worked, one slightly bigger. That did the trick.

Sesshoumaru came into the room to watch her play. She must have gotten off playing the game. He felt himself harden at the sight of her all spread out on the bed, waiting for him, whimpering in her need.

She looked sublime. He undid the buckle of his pants, letting them drop to the ground to release his aching cock. Kagome’s eyes were glued to him as he approached, pleasuring himself.

She couldn’t take the way he tortured her. He stood over her body, running his hand from base to aching tip. She wanted him inside her so bad. She had to have him, anyway she could.

She sat up, his cock head even with her mouth. She opened for him, offering her orifice for his pleasure. Sesshoumaru took advantage.

She closed those beautiful lips over his head. He threw his head back with a moan. She felt so good as she suckled him like rare candy. His hips humped against her face, forcing her to take more of him.

Kagome felt him against the back of her throat. She relaxed her muscles to take him further in. All the time her hand pumped in rhythm inside her body. It’d been so long since she’d tasted him this way.

She sucked in hard, constricting her throat. Sesshoumaru fought not to come. He shivered as she scraped him with her teeth. “Suck it all in Kagome,” he groaned. She did as he commanded.

His hands cupped her face, holding her still while he fucked her mouth with long strokes. Kagome’s moans sent shocks of pleasure through him. He was close to coming.

Kagome stroked herself faster. When she felt him release his seed down her throat, she swallowed eagerly. She did not do this for just any male. It was always only for Sesshoumaru that she swallowed.

He pulled out of her mouth, watching as she licked herself clean of his residue. Man, she was so hot.

He tossed her on her stomach. Kagome presented herself for his use. She wondered what hole he’d use this time. Both desired to be filled up. Sesshoumaru had a decision to make. Which hole first?

‘Aw, the hell with it I want her cunt first. He rammed into her hard, much to her desire. Kagome thrust back into him. He set the pace at rut mode, which pleased her. Spending hours on end with a vibrator made her very wild.

She howled like an animal. She was addicted to his hard strokes forcing her knees off the bed. He left her unsupported, truly impaling her on his length. “Mine,” he growled into her ear. “My pussy.”

She agreed. It was truly his and no one else’s. “Take it…fuck it,” she panted. He gave it to her good. He imagined how she must have behaved, how she must have felt with a vibrator inside her. It drove him insane.

“Good bitch. Such a good pussy.” He wanted more of it. He lifted her lower body, clean off the bed. Kagome held on to the covers for dear life. She loved this rough treatment. She loved how he dominated her.

“Yesssssssssss,” she screamed as she came once more. No matter how often she tried, she could not escape the feelings Sesshoumaru stirred inside her. If they parted she suffered from his absence. If they were together she suffered the guilt of her degradation. With him, it was always a lose- lose situation.

The next time she came he pulled out. Now it was time to take the only hole no other had. Kagome moaned as he started in on her ass. She started thrusting back on him, forcing him to enter faster.

Sesshoumaru sighed as her ring of muscles loosened around him to allow him entry. This was about to be fun.

~*~

Kagome was ready to pass out but Sesshoumaru was still hard inside her. Her ass burned something fierce, but it felt so good. In and out he thrust, barreling down on her ass. She felt every single vein stretching her rectum.

Finally she felt his hot seed searing her insides and she laughed with relief that she was able to come a final time. They collapsed together on the bed, both a sweaty mess amongst the filthy sheets.

Sesshoumaru growled lightly as he pulled out his now flaccid cock. “Damn Kagome.”

She slid from beneath him to the floor. “Hojo wants to meet you.” Now that she was sated she could think about her situation carefully. She did not want Hojo to ever know someone like Sesshoumaru existed.

It seemed unfair, but she couldn’t risk losing the only man to ever treat her kindly.

Sesshoumaru lay on his back. He felt Kagome moving between his wide spread legs. He knew her concerns about Hojo. Sesshoumaru wanted to get a look at the loser Kagome thought she could spend the rest of her life with.

“What does he want?” he asked.

Kagome felt the tears stinging her eyes. Why did it have to be this way? Why was everything concerning her so complicated? She didn’t understand how her life became so messed up. “He wants to hang out with the whole group tonight.”

Sesshoumaru bit back a sigh. The group. He hated those imbeciles Kagome called friends. They were nothing but trouble, especially that Sango who could not keep out of his business.

“I will go so that I can meet this Hojo.” Now Kagome did cry.

~*~

The gang met Kagome and Sesshoumaru at the bar. Kagome looked dazzling in a woven halter-top and tight jeans Sesshoumaru forced her to wear. And he certainly looked delectable dressed in all black.

He was the center of attention when they bypassed everyone. Kagome told herself to be strong, that she could do this without worry. She was strong enough to get over women looking at her best friend.

Hojo stepped away from Sango to give Kagome a kiss. He was oblivious to the glare Sesshoumaru directed at everyone present. “So I take it that this is the great Sesshoumaru?” Hojo asked when he finally turned away from Kagome. He held out his hand.

Sesshoumaru looked at the hand in disdain. “He doesn’t shake hands,” Kagome said for him. Hojo didn’t look upset at all.

“No matter. Let’s all have a seat.” Of course Sesshoumaru sat next to Kagome, though Sango tried her best to slip between them. Kagome pretended not to notice anything as she listened to Hojo talk about work.

She realized something that night. Her friends were all so boring. It wasn’t that she didn’t love them dearly, because she did. Her problem became that they never did anything remotely interesting.

She could care less about the state of her country or anything having to do with work. She wanted to talk about real life, about having fun. She wanted to be home getting fucked.

She remained quiet for most of the night, sharing looks with Sesshoumaru when Hojo didn’t look. She remembered coming to the conclusion that once she married Hojo this was to become her life. She had no other choices then, but to accept her fate.

Which was why she knew she had to eventually give up Sesshoumaru. She lived her life too wrong to begin with. She didn’t want to face having to deal with more guilt about how she used to live.

It was then she made her way to the bathroom. Sango followed to make sure that Sesshoumaru didn’t come after her.

“What are you thinking brining him here?” Sango demanded.

Kagome ignored the tone. “I told you Hojo wanted to meet him. Besides I’m not going anywhere and not inviting him. He has every right to come if he wants.”

“Kagome he is not a simple friend who you can just forget about. He is an evil being out to destroy your life. You have to leave him alone.”

Neither knew that Sesshoumaru was actually listening to the conversation. He’d come to ensure that Sango wasn’t up to something. Lucky for him he knew what was going on.

Kagome sighed. “Of course I know that I have to stop seeing Sesshoumaru. When I get married I doubt that Sesshoumaru will come around anyway. You know how he hates his own marriage. I don’t intend to see him ever again after my wedding day.” This time she meant it. She after she got married she was through with Sesshoumaru.

When they returned to the table they found Sesshoumaru missing. “What happened?” Kagome asked.

Miroku shrugged. He personally could care less about what happened to Sesshoumaru. They all hated the guy’s guts.

“He just left,” said Hojo. Kagome took a moment to think. If she left now she would look like she was hiding something from Hojo. But if she stayed then Sesshoumaru was bound to be pissed when she got home.

“Kagome,” Sango said, drawing her attention. “Just forget about him. We’re having a good time.”

Well they were the only ones. Kagome had a terrible time that night. By the end when she made her way home she still could not find out why she befriended any of the people at the table.

~*~

I realise now that everything was leading up to the next chapter which is the turning point. I know it seems like it's moving fast, but remember it's only been a short number of days and nothing is more important than what goes on next. Plus I knew it was going to be a shorter story.