The End of the Demons

Sesshomaru had decided that returning to Mrs. Ando’s house was not an option, so they returned to the city and purchased a rather nice hotel room for the night. The IDs and credit cards that they had collected throughout the day had proved useful in this endeavor. Kagome assisted him in securing the room without drawing any unnecessary attention.



Once they were inside the room, she went into the bathroom, shut the door, and continued the sobbing that she had been forced to stop when they left the cave. Sesshomaru left her to her grief while he inspected the room. He had learned a great deal about the modern era over the last few days, but it seemed like there was a never ending supply of machines and objects that he had never seen before. He had no doubt that with time he could adapt to this era.



After a thorough search of the room, he went back to the hallway and made a sweep of the rest of the hotel. He knew it was always important to be aware of your surroundings when doing battle and a battle could occur for them at any time.



When he returned to the room he was annoyed to hear Kagome still sobbing in the bathroom.



“Miko, I wish to bathe,” he yelled through the door. “Cease your annoying tears and prepare my bath.”



Kagome just knew that she hadn’t heard him correctly. It had to be his voice muffled by the closed door, or her sobs drowning out what he was saying. She knew that there was no way that he was asking her to put her grieving on hold in order to do something as stupid as run a bath. I mean killing an incarnation was a worthy reason to put off her grief. Even finding shelter for the night was important, but running a bath. What kind of a pompous ass would ask someone to stop grieving just to run them a bath?



The door suddenly flew open and Kagome realized that she had said that last part out loud. Sesshomaru looked extremely pissed off and Kagome remembered why she was afraid of him.



“Miko, you seem to have forgotten the rules,” Sesshomaru stated in a low warning tone. Kagome who had been sitting on the lid of the toilet stood up and slowly started to back away from him, in the rather large bathroom that now seemed extremely small. “Rule number 1, you will obey me without question. Over the last hour, you have broken this rule twice. Do you remember the punishment for breaking the rules?”



Kagome nodded and quietly answered, “Death.” She looked down at the floor and waiting for the killing blow.



“Killing you at this time would be inconvenient,” Sesshomaru ground out between clenched teeth. “Which means that I need to find another way make you suffer. Tell me Miko, who is dearer to you, your mother or your brother?”



Kagome felt her stomach churn. She clamped a hand over her mouth and took a couple of deep breaths to keep from throwing up. She was in a panic. He was going to kill either her mother or brother. She had already lost her friends, her freedom, her grandfather, and now she was going to lose more. Her sanity felt like it had been hanging by a thread and now that thread was broken. She launched herself at Sesshomaru.



“Don’t you dare touch them,” she screamed as she tried to tackle him. She did make contact with him, but she bounced off like she had just hit a wall. She was back on her feet in an instant and this time she tried to attack with her Miko powers. Over the years, she had learned how to channel the power to her hands. She tried to put her hands on his chest, but he caught them in his hands. He them channeled some of his energy into his hands and she started to scream as her hands began to burn. He only kept up the attack long enough to cause some minor pain and make her power recede. He did not want to damage her ability to fight their common enemies.



Sesshomaru looked down at Kagome who had sunk to her knees when his power burned her. He still had a tight grip on her hands even though he had stopped channeling his energy. His hold alone was tight enough to cause pain. Her head was bowed, but he could tell from the tension in her back that she was in pain and fighting her desire to cry. “Humans are just not fast learners,” he taunted. “I thought you had learned back at the shrine that you are not strong enough to hurt me. Now answer my question.”



“I won’t,” she choked out. “I won’t choose one of them for you to kill.”



“I can torture you until you choose,” he stated coldly.



“You can torture me to death and I won’t choose,” she responded with much more strength in her voice.



He released her hands. “Prepare my bath now,” he ordered.



This time she ran to obey. Sesshomaru watched her. He had not quite figured her out yet. The majority of the time she seemed fragile and weak, but other times she had quite a fiery temper. He had to hold back a chuckle when he thought of her clobbering Mrs. Ando with a frying pan. That had been one of the few moments in his life that had taken him completely off guard.



He was most impressed with her willingness to fight for her family. He had no doubt that she would die for them, just as she had been willing to die for her extended family in his era. Loyalty was a quality that held almost the same importance as strength to an Inu Youkai. None of this changed the fact that she needed to be punished. He decided to punish her mentally by using her modesty against her. He would make her uncomfortable and embarrassed to the point that she could not look him in the face. He decided this was the best plan since he did not want to harm her physically.



When the tub was filled with hot water, Kagome stepped to the side, “Here you go,” she said as she tried to walk past Sesshomaru to leave him to his bath, but he stepped in her path.



“You are not done with your duties as my servant,” Sesshomaru told her now back to his usual tone. “You will help me to undress and will explain all of the items in the room while I bathe. I want to know what each object is and how to use it by the time I finish bathing.”



Sesshomaru had expected her to protest and burn with embarrassment like any virgin from his era would at the prospect of seeing a man naked for the first time, but Kagome was not from his time and despite being a virgin had seen men naked. Not in the flesh so to speak, but in magazines, on the internet and in films. What teenage girl from the present day hasn’t gotten curious enough to get her hands on a little porn? The thought of seeing Sesshomaru naked was way too good to pass up. She did not care if he had just made her seem like a lowly servant. She did not care that he was trying to make her uncomfortable. All she cared about was getting him out of his clothes before he had a chance to change his mind.



Sesshomaru was taken off guard for the second time that day when Kagome unbuttoned his shirt and quickly removed it. She missed the look of surprise that slipped to his face when she undid the button and zipper on his jeans with almost demonic speed.



“Can you kick off your shoes, or do you want to sit down while I remove them?” was her only question.



He was still so stunned that he couldn’t even answer. She had never even looked at his face when she spoke. She was staring intently at the crotch of his jeans. He kicked off his shoes while still standing in front of her. She grabbed his jeans and underwear and pulled them down to his ankles in one quick motion.



And there they stood. Him with his pants around his ankles and her staring at ‘him’ in all his glory. Suddenly he was the one feeling embarrassed, and that just would not do.



Kagome was oblivious to what she was doing. She did not realize how openly she was ogling his member. The “pure” priestess was thinking anything but pure thoughts. She was thinking of the million and one questions that she had always had about sex, but had been too embarrassed to ask her much more experienced friends, when something unexpected happened. “It” started to grow. He was indeed very, very large. And then it bounced, once, twice and she jumped back startled. She had never seen one do that in any of the porn that she had watched.



When she looked up into the face of Sesshomaru, the weight of what she had been doing came back to her. She suddenly remembered where she was, who she was with, what had happened over the last few days, and it registered that Sesshomaru had called out Miko at least 3 times before he had to have his ‘friend’ get her attention. The depression that had dissipated a bit at the idea of a naked demon lord started to come back, and she did not want it too. She decided to put it out of her head and go back to enjoying the view.



“Miko, now that I finally have your attention, if you are finished eyeing my member like it is your next meal, I would like you to move so I can start my bath,” Sesshomaru said in his most smug voice.



Kagome blushed bright red and stepped to the side. Sesshomaru gracefully stepped out of his pants and underwear, pulled off his socks and got into the large tub.



This gave Kagome a great view of his ass and she suddenly wondered if maybe the fates did not hate her after all. Despite everything, she had to admit that Sesshomaru was one fine male specimen.



“Now Miko, explain the items in this room,” Sesshomaru ordered.



Kagome started with the items in the tub, such as the soaps and shampoo, and then branched out from there to explain everything else in the room. When she was done she started to walk to the door, but was stopped by Sesshomaru.



“Where are you going,” he asked. “I did not dismiss you.”



“I thought maybe you wanted a little time alone,” Kagome replied. “Do you need help bathing?” She tried to keep her voice as neutral and innocent as possible, but she really wanted to help.



He did not respond immediately. He had been planning on having her help him bathe, but now it seemed like that is what she wanted. What was going on? She was a virgin and could be made to blush at the drop of a hat, but she looked at him like she wanted to throw him down on the bed. It was that look that had made him painfully hard just a few minutes ago. He of course had used this to his advantage to startle her, but it was just another thing that did not make sense, and it was leaving him feeling uncomfortable when she was the one that was supposed to be in that position. A slight alteration of his plan was needed.



“Do you desire me Miko,” he asked.



“No,” she shouted and blushed brightly.



“I know I am quite a sight to behold, but I think you were the first to actually drool,” Sesshomaru stated.



“I did not drool, and you are not a “sight” you cocky jerk!” Kagome responded and sounded very convincing until he stood up from the tub and she gasped.



“Get a towel,” he commanded as he stepped from the tub.



She went to hand it to him and he shook his head, “dry me off.”



She did as he asked. She did it slowly and thoroughly. She particularly enjoyed drying his butt. She thought of Miroku and how his hentai nature had rubbed off on her. She had dried everything except ‘it’. As thrilled as she was to see ‘it’ the thought of touching ‘it’ was a little scary. When she finally built up enough courage, she reached out with the towel, but Sesshomaru stopped her.



“I think you have molested my body enough for one night,” he said sounding almost playful. He took the towel and dried ‘it’ off. Then he put on one of the hotel robes and left the room.



Kagome was partially relieved and partially disappointed. She wondered how she could be so attracted to someone who scared her to death. I must really like bad boys, she thought to herself.



She drained the tub and took a quick shower before putting on the other robe and heading to bed. She knew that Sesshomaru had been cruel to her for part of the night, but the whole bath thing had really taken her mind off her troubles and gave her something else to focus on. She was actually thankful to him for that. She hoped to dream about the demon lord rather then her dead grandfather that night.



Sesshomaru sat on one of the beds in the room and watched Kagome climb into the other and fall asleep almost instantly. He really did find her amusing. As much as she acted like she hated him, he could smell her desire. He could also tell that she was not as sweet and innocent as she appeared. He had a feeling that she spent a good amount of time pretending to be what everyone expected her to be. He was more and more curious about the true personality of the Miko. He was going to continue to push her and see where it got them. After all, there was no reason why he should deprive himself of any amusement.





-----------------------------

I do not own Inuyasha or any of the characters used in this story so far.





I was in the mood to write something a little fun after killing off the grandfather in the last chapter. What is more fun then a naked Sesshy? A Sesshy lemon of course, but we are just not there yet. So this is what I came up with. Hope you liked it and got a little chuckle here and there.