As Death Gives Life

Chapter 8 – Lady Luck

He found himself somewhat hypnotized. It was rather perplexing how this had happened. One doesn’t encounter sights such as this in his world. It was new to him, and he was finding that he was enjoying his newfound pastime very much indeed.

Bounce. Sway. Bounce.

In the Underworld there was no place for such behavior as he was exhibiting. That was most likely because there were not any delightfully rounded posteriors such as the one teasing his sights at that very moment.

Anubis fought the urge to laugh out in glee.

A couple of hours earlier Kagome had turned to her friend Sango for a lighthearted chat about nonsensical female subject matter. Anubis had reluctantly given up his position beside his chosen female and respectfully distanced himself so as not to appear that he was eavesdropping on the women’s conversation.

Now he understood why the monk always chose to walk behind the rest of the group.

Bounce. Sway. Bounce.

A lovely dance of firm round flesh. It seemed to beckon to him, calling for him to caress it.

He only wished he’d known this earlier. Anubis glanced over to the monk who was striding along next to him. The rings on his staff jingled with his every step. A huge smile played over his face. The monk in question took a glance over to his new companion, and winked. Apparently he was well aware of the inuGod’s new fascination. Anubis sent the monk a sly smirk and returned to enjoying the view.

They traveled for a couple more hours, heading for the pull of a Shikon shard detected by Kagome earlier that morning. She felt that they were drawing near. Kagome announced the close proximity as she pulled her long bow from her back along with a slender, sharply tipped arrow.

The silence among the group held tension that spoke of the approaching battle, but suddenly the hanyou leading his entourage stopped in his tracks and turned to face his companions. His large amber eyes fell upon the newest member among them.

“Listen up. YOU stay out of this. Don’t even think about doing that little ‘thing’ that you do. I’m taking this one down. You just take a seat and enjoy the show. Got it?” Inuyasha snarled.

Anubis was somewhat puzzled by the hanyou’s refusal of his assistance. Afterall, he could vanquish this enemy with only a thought. Why would the boy risk life and limb needlessly?

Anubis gave a curt nod in acceptance of the hanyou’s ‘orders’. He was beginning to wonder to what lengths he would go in order to seduce the miko? Taking orders from this pup had just taken him to an all time low. He did not take orders from anyone, save Osiris and father Ra. Anubis shook his head slightly, and hoped that no one back in Egypt ever found out about this.

He would give the pup his due, but if Kagome were placed in danger, he would not hesitate to take action. Anubis glanced to the silent monk at his side. Miroku shrugged his shoulders and shook his head slightly. Apparently the monk did not understand the hanyou’s mind either.

In a matter of moments the mysterious shard bearing youkai was revealed. Kagome had been expecting something a little less... feminine.

The female dropped down gracefully to the dirt road just ahead of the small group. Her movements so fluid that only the most minuet amount of dust stirred at her feet upon contact. She was rather pretty, Kagome thought, as she drew the arrow back in her bow.

The female youkai had long baby blue hair, which was in direct contrast to her large sparkling eyes the color of ripe peaches. Her face was soft and rounded matching the rest of her curves. When she spoke her voice held a quality that immediately relaxed the listener. A very feminine sound that floated like a lullaby into the ears of all those near to her.

A very dangerous opponent.

“Why do you draw your weapons against me?” The female asked.

Kagome had to shake off the feeling of complete trust that flushed over her body at the mere sound of her voice. That feeling could mean the death of her as well as her friends. She had no reason to trust this youkai, and just because her voice sounded soothing did not mean that the female wouldn’t take grave pleasure in carving them all to bits.

Inuyasha was frozen momentarily at the sight before him. ‘Beautiful’, he thought. The short white skirt that she wore left little to the imagination, as long shapely legs ended in tiny slender feet. Her voice seemed to carry away all of his worries, anger, and frustration. He had to fight the urge to melt from the sound alone. He caught himself actually releasing his grasp on the hilt of his sword. With concentrated effort he shook off the solace that her voice and appearance offered, as he was aware that it was only part of her defense.

“You have a shard of the Shikon jewel. We’ve come to take it off your hands,” Inuyasha replied. He had meant it to sound more demanding and rough, hoping to put a little fear in the girl, but it came out all wrong. His voice was soft and calm. Damn it! She was messing with his emotions.

The female looked confused at his words, and then slowly glanced around at the others accompanying the hanyou. They were fighting against her calming aura. Each one of them seemed torn between welcoming her with open arms and shooting her where she stood.

They were strong.

‘That human girl in the group carries jewel shards. That’s interesting.’

Another in the group had moved back, as if he were only a spectator. An extraordinarily handsome male, that was definitely not human, but seemed to neither be youkai. Whatever he was, he held great inner power. ‘Strange.’

‘A monk? That was rather unexpected.’

‘A taijiya. Hmmm... must keep my eye on that one.’

Her gaze crossed over a young male kitsune youkai, who was smiling at her dreamily while sitting atop a transformed two tail feline. ‘A very unusual group,’ she determined.

Her perusal of her opponents came back to the one who had spoken. A handsome, but rough looking hanyou, with long silver hair. He had captivating amber eyes and a strong hard body. He was an experienced warrior. One that she would not take lightly.

“The shard is mine. I will not give it over to you easily, hanyou.” She looked away and scoured her peachy eyes over the remainder of the group. “I will make you a deal.” Her eyes once again locked on the silver haired half demon. “Your companions lay down their weapons, and swear no interference. You battle me for the shard. If I win, I keep the shard.”

Amber eyes narrowed suspiciously. ‘What’s her deal anyway,’ Inuyasha thought, before he replied. “You got a deal.” He ignored the disapproving voices of his friends as they warned him against jumping in headfirst. He’d battled worse than her. “What’s your name wench, so I’ll know what to put on your grave,” Inuyasha said with amused arrogance.

“Katalina Yomako, but you, puppy, can call me Kat,” the demoness purred.

Kagome didn’t like this one bit. There was more to this demoness than Inuyasha realized. “Inuyasha! I don’t think this is a good idea.”

Kat raised a brow in surprise. “THE Inuyasha?” she probed.

Inuyasha smirked, “Heard of me, have ya?”

“Let’s just see if your as good as I’ve heard you are, hanyou,” Kat said with a bat of her long lashes. Her full pink lips curled into a small smile as she moved into a battle stance. She then looked over to the girl, a miko if she read her correctly, and said, “Don’t worry your pretty little head miko. I won’t kill him. He’ll give up.”

“I doubt that wench,” he replied. Then Inuyasha looked back at his crew, and waved his hand, “You guys stand clear!”

“Inuyasha is such a baka,” Shippo said with half closed eyes.

“I’m inclined to agree with you Shippo,” said Miroku. “I think he may come to regret this.”


Inuyasha pulled out his Tetsusaiga, giving Kat a wicked grin when the blade transformed into a huge gleaming fang. He noticed that she carried no weapon, and wondered what her youki was really capable of. Had he been hasty in his decision? He waited for her to make a move, but she didn’t. She just stood there, legs parted slightly, shifting her weight from side to side.

“Draw your weapon woman,” Inuyasha snarled as he prepared to strike.

“I carry no weapons for I have need of none,” Kat’s melodic voice drifted back to him.

“It’s your funeral!” Inuyasha yelled as he lunged forward with his sword raised. He sliced the air where she stood, but she was not there. He quickly recovered and frantically looked around for his opponent. She stood a couple of meters to the far left smiling with a glint of excitement in her eyes. How did she get there?

Inuyasha recovered quickly, and used all of his speed to sweep in for his next attack, but once again his sword sliced through empty space. This time however, he immediately knew where she was.

Directly behind him.

Her voice whispered sensually into his ear, “You are strong Inuyasha. I like that in a man.”

Her words were almost overpowering to his senses. Her low feminine voice seemed to capture his very soul. He shook his head violently to clear the peaceful serenity, and once again go in for an attack. Inuyasha spun around in a flurry of red and silver, as he again sliced through thin air. He was growing frustrated, and growled, but he wouldn’t give up. He refused to let her win this easily.

Warm slender hands were suddenly sliding softly up each side of his neck, as the demoness known as Kat, purred into his ear, “Very strong... and so very handsome.”

His breath caught in his throat when she touched his skin. The smooth warmth of her hands and the hypnotizing sound of her voice absorbed into him, and he caught himself just before he dropped his sword.

“You get away from him!” Kagome shouted as she made to move forward.

Kat removed her hands in a split second of time and in the blink of an eye she stood several meters to his right. She made a pouty face, which sent heat curling throughout Inuyasha ‘s loins. “I thought this was between me and you Inuyasha? Would you let your miko purify me while we dance?”

“You’re not fighting fair!” Kagome shouted angrily.

Kagome’s voice pierced through the haze of pleasure that the demoness had weaved around him, but he refused to give up. He made a deal, and damn it he wouldn’t lose! “Kagome! Stay there! This is between me and her!”

Kagome grumbled and lowered her bow. She moved back to stand next to Anubis, and was surprised when he placed a comforting arm around her shoulder. The warmth of his touch spread through her and she sighed in contentment. It was like nothing in the world could go wrong with him by her side.

Youkai and Hanyou stared questioningly at each other. The peach eyes of the female held a glint of amusement, as she studied Inuyasha. Inuyasha was frustrated, and beginning to have doubts. She was fast. Even faster than Sesshomaru. She wasn’t even attacking him. How was he supposed to fight this?

When he blinked, she made her move.

One minute she was there, and the next she was rubbing her hands up his back. Trailing over sore muscles, which seemed to relax immediately from her caress. Her soft smooth voice, again in his ear.

“My, my. You still resist? Very commendable, Inuyasha.” His name upon her lips sent a shiver up his body. He felt his member pulse to life. His breathing became shallow and quick. She was seducing him, and he couldn’t stop her.

He didn’t want to stop her.

Her tender touch moved over to knead his shoulders, and then up, again to spread their warmth over the smooth skin of his neck until they wound their way into his thick mane of silver hair, where her claws scratched tenderly over his scalp.

Inuyasha heard the moan that escaped his lips as his eyelids became heavy and closed while he enjoyed the sensations that she brought to him. Nothing else seemed to matter except her touch, and her sensual voice whispering into his ear.

“Such lovely hair, and soft skin. Mmmm. I find you very interesting, Inu-yasha,” Kat purred as she rubbed her cheek softly against his neck.

The Tetsusaiga dropped to the ground with a clang.

“You don’t really want to kill me, do you Inuyasha?” the enchanting demoness asked softly as she massaged the hanyou’s scalp with her fingertips.

“Mmmm. N...noooo,” Inuyasha replied in a broken ruff voice revealing his complete enjoyment of her ministrations.

Her hands slipped from his hair and her presence was removed. She now stood on a thick branch of a large shade tree across the dirt road, with a smug look upon her face. “You lose. I keep my shard,” Kat said. Her words were followed by an enchanting bout of feminine laughter, before she disappeared from sight.

“Such an idiot,” Shippo said with disgust.

Miroku chuckled, “Oh, I don’t know, Shippo. One can’t really blame Inuyasha for falling prey to the touch of an erotic creature like that. A beautiful woman holds more power than any weapon.”

“Your such a hentai, Miroku,” Sango chastised.

Inuyasha wobbled on his feat a moment, and then tried to blink away the fuzzy feeling from his head. He felt abandoned when Kat retreated, and that just pissed him off even more.

“FUCK!!!” Inuyasha shouted. His curse carried over the wilderness, but he was too far away to hear the light laughter of the lovely demoness.

Kat smiled and looked to the sky dreamily. She liked the hanyou. She had not lied when she said he was strong and handsome. He had held off against her power’s of persuasion far longer than she had anticipated. He had almost proved to be a challenge.

With a spur of the moment decision, Kat doubled back to follow the hanyou’s group. She was intrigued by him, and wished to learn more. Besides, she had nothing better to do.

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**WARNING** SMUT ALERT!!! Please skip to the marker depicting the end of the smut if you are underage or shy.

In the Western Lands sat a taiyoukai with a new and utterly irritating problem. He had woken twice in the middle of the night after experiencing a very erotic dream. He was well aware that dreams were uncontrollable images created by the mind, and he very much understood that they were not real. Unfortunately his cock did not seem to register this difference in reality and realism, because upon awakening both times, he found he was sporting a rather painfully aching hard on.

It wasn’t that he had never awoken in such a manner that had him irritated. It was whom he had dreamed about that had him irritated.

Inuyasha’s miko.

He had been forced to relieve himself of his pulsing erection. Sesshomaru reached down and slipped his long fingers around his thick member. He squeezed it tightly and then released the pressure a bit. Slowly, at first, he began to pump the velvet flesh covering his rock hard staff. What truly horrified the demon lord was that her image promptly came back to tease him as soon as he closed his eyes.

He opened them again, as if surprised. He mentally shook himself, before relaxing once more to finish his task. Again the image of the miko, lying beneath him in the throws of heated passion filled his mind. Sesshomaru snarled his anger and tried to blink the unwanted vision from his mind. His cock throbbed in his grasp, reminding him of his bodies unquenched desire.

Sesshomaru shifted upon his silken sheets, and laid his right leg to the side gaining a more comfortable position, and attempted to begin again, but as soon as his eyelids covered his golden orbs, the miko’s panting body once again played across his tortured mind.

He decided that he would allow it. Just this once. He would allow her image to please him as he pumped his organ. His powerful hands moved over his throbbing flesh, and Sesshomaru groaned as his orgasm neared. Images of the miko thrashing about in ecstasy danced behind closed lids. Faster and faster the demon lord pumped his flesh, until he growled out upon his release, his seed shooting from the tip of its swollen head. His pants slowed and peace once again washed over him.

**SMUT ENDS HERE**

Now, sitting in his study, the taiyoukai Sesshomaru placed his thumb and forefinger over the top of his nose, pinching the flesh in an attempt to rid himself of the plaguing thoughts. Why her? Of all the women in all the world, why did he have to dream of her?

The images of the miko had not ceased to corrode his mind upon the rising of the sun. No. He was, even now, fighting the urge to remember her appearance from the dream. He fought hard not to wonder if her flesh would be as soft as he imagined.

With a snarl of frustration, Lord Sesshomaru flung the books and documents from the top of his cluttered desk, and rose in a fluid motion of silken white.

Jaken came barreling into the study upon hearing the ruckus, and released an ‘eep!’ as his master punted him into the side of the large wooden desk.

“Clean up that mess, Jaken. I am retiring to the dojo,” snarled Sesshomaru.

He needed to work these ridiculous images from his mind.