Pure Evil

I know it took forever. I didn't want it to take this long but after the switch I just kind of felt my focus go elsewhere for a while. So I'm going to finish the next two chapters to complete this story. I know I kind of promised someone I'd put this up two days ago, but better late than never right?

Disclaimer: I've yet to be ab le to own Inuyasha and Co. I don't think it will ever happen.

Pure Evil Wedding Day

Sesshoumaru had to leave in order to arrange for a burial for his wife. He called his lawyer about handling the will and so forth. Since his wife had no other family all her money went to him. The poor girl never believed her husband cheated on her.

Kagome got on with her life without Sesshoumaru. She prepared for her wedding as best she could, although she got tired of having to wear turtlenecks and sunglasses to hide her bruises.

She told all her friends that she got into this fight on her way home on the night Hojo met Sesshoumaru. Her fiancé of course believed her every word. He even wanted to thank Sesshoumaru for taking care of her afterward.

In the week since she honestly believed that her life was going back to normal. She stood in the chapel staring at her wedding dress thinking, ‘this is it.’ This was the day when her life became what she always wanted.

She was about to have a loving husband. Her friends, in their mutual hatred for Sesshoumaru agreed not to say a word about the nature of Kagome’s relationship. They all thought that once Kagome was safely married he’d leave her alone.

If they knew the truth, they’d never be calm about the wedding. In his absence Kagome often ached for his touch. Masturbation no longer satisfied her dark desires. And she started having the strangest dreams.

Kagome began to dream of an actual life with Sesshoumaru. She dreamed of having the family with him that she wanted with Hojo. But she knew Sesshoumaru had no desire for family. Why would he when he was not the family kind.

Sango stood beside Kagome. “You are going to look so beautiful.”

Kagome smiled a sad smile. “I hope so. This is the perfect dress for a perfect occasion.” How could she explain that she had a feeling she was missing something? Sango saying she was beautiful meant nothing.

“I can’t wait for the vows. When this is over you’ll be officially married, which means that that jerk would have lost. I hope he rots.” It amazed Kagome how Sango managed to ruin a moment.

Kagome tried not to think about Sesshoumaru. To think about him meant to think things she did not want to think today. It wasn’t a competition. It was real life she dealt with. How could Sango say such a thing?

She sighed as her supposed friend began to comb her hair. Sango rambled on about things Kagome found insignificant. She worried about Sesshoumaru. No one sympathized that the man’s wife died.

Did they not care how he felt? She knew for a fact that Sesshoumaru cared the smallest bit for his wife. Why else marry her rather than all the other women who wanted him?

He had to deal with funeral arrangements alone while she sat here planning on getting married and walking out of his life. She could not abandon him in his time of need. ‘Sess will you always own me this way?’ She worried for him, when she should worry for herself.

He will be angry when he returns to find her married. It had nothing to do with him staying away and everything to do with the fact that he did not approve of Hojo. Hojo wasn’t what Sesshoumaru thought Kagome needed. And he was probably right.

Hojo never mentioned anything about their wedding night. Sango bought this cute night gown for the night, which was perfect for a boy like Hojo.

Kagome tried it on but felt silly. She should be walking around with nothing on, or else a teddy that could be ripped off. She had no need for soft feminine things when she never wore them a day in her life.

She wasn’t innocent enough for it. Sango should have known that. But Sango had this thing about wanting to return Kagome to what she originally was many years ago. It was something she could never be after meeting Sesshoumaru.

What’s wrong Kagome?” Sango asked. Kagome shrugged. She knew she was about to hear it.

“I keep wondering if Sesshoumaru is okay. It must be difficult having to deal with his wife’s death with no one there to help him.”

Sango growled. “Kagome stop it. He keeps control of you if you always sorry about him and what he thinks. Let the bastard rot in his own shit. He deserves to be alone after all the trouble he caused.”

Kagome stood from the chair. It bothered her deeply, this stance Sango took. “Leave me alone for a bit.” Kagome wanted time to think without Sango ruining her thoughts.

“Kagome – I’m sorry.”

Kagome kept her back to Sango. “Don’t make apologies you don’t mean. We both know you hate Sesshoumaru, but you don’t understand the full situation. I will not sit here and listen to you bad mouth my best friend.”

Sango looked properly chastised, although Kagome couldn’t see it. She’d been so used to hating Sesshoumaru that she often forgot how Kagome felt about him. Kagome could not hate someone who she spent her life around.

So she left Kagome alone, praying that her friend forgave her words. Sango had meant them; just not in the tone she spoke them. She wanted Sesshoumaru to leave Kagome alone, let her get married and have children.

Kagome felt like crying. She was not happy at all. Her life did not take the direction she wanted it to take. ‘Why must I be so torn? I want to marry Hojo and be happy, but I want Sesshoumaru to be happy as well.’

She started putting on her dress. It wasn’t very difficult considering Kagome liked a simple wedding dress. There was a side zip that she did herself and Sango could come later to arrange the train.

“You look ravishing.”

Kagome shot around to become lost in the eyes of Sesshoumaru. “I thought you wouldn’t be here.”

He shrugged. Getting into the chapel unnoticed was relatively easy. No one knew to look for him, so he was unexpected. Besides, he only wanted to see Kagome. He had to talk to her, talk her out of this marriage.

“I rushed the funeral. Her friends are pissed at me, but then, when aren’t they.”

Kagome looked at her feet. Was she a horrible person to want to be in his presence? She felt her body’s response to him. All those nights without him left her incredibly achy.

Sesshoumaru began to undress. Kagome wasn’t dressed properly to get away from him. “I want to give you your gift early. After all, it is only proper to bring a gift to a wedding.”

“You aren’t going to talk me out of this?” she asked. It seemed too amazing to think about considering that this was Sesshoumaru she was talking about. He rarely ever changed his mind about anything.

“Kagome if you insist on marrying the boy, then what can I do about it? It isn’t as if I have any other choice. I won’t force you to leave with me, no matter how much I want you to.”

He seemed much more subdued today, as if he weren’t doing this to be cruel to her.

She got rid of her own undergarments and just as she was ready to get rid of her dress he stopped her. “No, leave it.” He wanted the fuck the bride in her wedding dress. Kagome found it enticing. What was he planning for her?

~*~

“Oh yes,” Kagome groaned. She had her wedding dress pulled as high as possible over her hips sat on the edge of the vanity. Sesshoumaru suckled harder on her clit causing her to come.

Everything felt so much better for some reason. Sesshoumaru gave her no instance of rest. He kept her body humming from his touches.

Sesshoumaru growled deeply in his throat, the vibrations throbbing against her engorged clit. Too bad her wedding dress was going to be ruined underneath, but he needed this as much as Kagome needed this.

After her last release, he let go, smirking at her moan of displeasure. He had a mission. He had to make her dread her wedding night, and his aching cock wanted some action.

He tossed her legs over his shoulders. Kagome held on to his forearms eager for his first thrust. “Fuck me Sess. I need you so bad.” He thrust hard into her molten heat.

Kagome had no breath to scream her pleasure, not that she could with everyone downstairs waiting for her to get married. She had no thoughts about her husband to be. She could care less about him.

She had Sesshoumaru’s burning shaft inside her cunt ripping her apart. It felt so good every time he hit that secret spot. Her cunt ached something fierce for completion as she quivered around him.

She really didn’t know if she could marry Hojo now. If she could still desire Sesshoumaru like this, on the most important day of her life, then what did that say about her depravity. Hojo deserved so much better than her.

Sesshoumaru slowed his thrust, to long teasing stroked designed to drive them both mad. Since he had Kagome hooked around him she couldn’t move without him moving her, giving him the opportunity he needed.

“Damn that pussy is tight,” he grunted in her ear. “Feel that every slide of my cock.”

Kagome moaned. “Please. It feels too good.” She wanted more. He thrust in very slowly, rotating his member a bit inside her walls. Kagome could do nothing to make him go like she wanted. “Fuck this pussy, please,” she begged.

He gave her one hard stroke, then another. Then he returned to teasing her for a few before giving her his all. He kept her off balance.

She had to know Hojo was too kind for this. Hojo wouldn’t understand what Kagome wanted in bed and their marriage would suffer. Kagome would be unhappy because she’d have nothing more than a husband who she didn’t want to sleep with.

Sesshoumaru had seen it before; saw it in his parents’ marriage. His mother never measured up to the woman his father truly desired. Kagome needed someone she fit and she only fit him. He knew that long ago which was why he marked her back then.

No matter how many lovers she took she would only want him. He allowed her to date, to see what was out there. He comforted her when she returned unsatisfied. He wanted the process to finally stop this time.

He pulled out to turn her, propping her hands on the table before them. He took her with harsh strokes, forcing them both to completion. It was time he retake his claim on her.

At the moment of his peak, he bit down on his old mark, causing her a moment of pain to go with the pleasure.

~*~

“You can’t get married,” Sesshoumaru said later as he dressed. Kagome had gone to try to get as clean as possible in her ruined dress.

He heard her sigh. “Sess I thought you weren’t going to stop me?” He grunted.

“It has nothing to do with my desires. You’re pregnant, I think since from the last time when I lost control.” All her motions stopped.

“How do you know?”

Sesshoumaru closed his eyes to ensure that he was correct. “I feel the pup’s energy. He’s a strong one, almost impossible to abort.” He felt the need to warn her just in case she tried to get rid of his pup before Hojo found out, not that Kagome was that kind of girl, especially since she wanted pups.

He turned to find Kagome standing there. “You’re sure?” She didn’t know how to feel. On one hand this ruined her life. On the other, she felt excited about finally having a baby of her own.

He nodded. “It wasn’t intentional on my part, but that whole night was something of a blur.”

Kagome had a feeling that it wasn’t from when she was being raped. He’d been cruel but she knew Sesshoumaru would never want a child from that memory. So it had to be after when he tried to deny her the sex she wanted.

“There is no way to stop this pregnancy?” She had to make sure. Her whole life depended on this one answer. What was she going to do?

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. The pup wants to live.”

She was afraid of that being the case. She bowed her head. How could she get married now knowing she was to give birth to Sesshoumaru’s pup? She could never give Hojo the family he wanted anyway. It was a selfish dream on her part to believe otherwise.

“What can we do?” she whispered. Sesshoumaru held his arms open for her to come to him.