Regret

“Do you have someone to protect,” my father asked me before going off to his death. At the time I thought he was mocking me but now I know better. He said them in order to remind me what I'd given up to preserve my pride. Even now the memories of the happiness I once had haunts me.

Izayoi, even now that name causes me grief.

I'd met her by chance during one of my walks around my father’s kingdom. She was sitting by a lake brushing her ebony hair. Pale and beautiful, I was instantly taken with my hime, Izayoi. I wanted to make her mine, but Izayaoi had been an innocent. So I took my time wooing her; making her want to come to my bed. It of course didn’t take long for my little lamb to fall prey to my seduction.

Within the week she laying underneath me moaning out in pleasure as I thrusted my long, hard cock into her virgin opening. We spent the entire night making love and after we were thoroughly exhausted, I made her promise to never leave me. After that day she became my consort and never left my side but then things changed for the worst.

Months into our marriage Izayoi happily told me she was carrying my heir. I knew then that mating with a ningen had been a mistake. My father's people and the demon world wouldn’t look on a child of mixed blood kindly, so I asked her to leave for her own safety. That is what led myself believe. The truth was that I didn’t want a hanyou desecrating my blood line.

Now she is gone and the one thing I’ll forever regret is that I’ll never know my son, my Inuyasha.