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Love and Slaves	By : CherryFlavored Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 28482 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter List
- 1-Abducted
- 2-Encounter
- 3-Miko
- 4-Problematic
- 5-Bound
- 6-Magnetic
- 7-Bonds?
- 8-Departure
- 9-Angel
- 10-Tempted
- 11-Toxic
- 12-Realizations
- 13-Toad
- 14-Other Half
- 15-Hers
- 16-His
- 17-Separation
- 18-Anxious
- 19-One
- 9
- 10
- 11
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-Cherry

Chapter 10: Tempted

Time seemed to slow as Kagome’s delicate, frozen fingers touched his face and cupped his cheek with her palm. Her smile was as warm as summer when she looked up at him. The impossible happened, and his ice-cold heart seemed to thaw just a little with how her glassy eyes shone with the utmost sincerity at him. The guilt clenched in his stomach as he stared down at the woman. Her lips, the color of blue, spoke to him with her last breath before her hand fell to the side of the bed.

His eyes watched in slow motion the scene before him. Unwillingly, panic rose into his chest, coiling tight and daring his all-powerful control to let go. Sesshoumaru ignored his feelings, growling in disapproval of how he was reacting. Before he felt his ego slip even more, Sesshoumaru lifted his hand to his mouth. Growling deep within his chest, Sesshoumaru fought with himself at the last minute on whether or not he should go over this boundary.

She is a human. Humans are not worthy.

There had to be another way. He didn’t have to give up so much of himself in order to deal with her. He had already done so much already, in his eyes. He shouldn’t have been here in the first place. This was not his duty. He should leave right then and let one of his lower in command take his place. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t.

Remembering a small factor in all of this turmoil, Sesshoumaru removed his wrist from his mouth. He gently picked Kagome up and scooted her over so she was now laying on the other side of the bed, which was pressed up against a wall. His gaze drifted down her body, now seeing just how much her injury had caused her to bleed.

He willed himself to not get angry, and instead distracted himself with ridding of her clothing. If she had hypothermia, the layers of wet clothing were not helping.

He took no care in disposing of her clothing, and used his claws to rip through the material of her snow jacket. Pulling the pieces off of her once-jacket, he threw them onto the ground behind him. He slid his hand up the bottom of her shirt and made his way up to the collar of her shirt. His knuckles rubbed against her ice-cold skin, with his forearm pressing against her stomach. He could feel the slow, shallow rise and fall of her chest. He needed to move quickly. Without another thought, his claw sliced through her shirt, ripping it from the top of her collar and moved in a fluid motion down to her navel.

With a kindness unlike himself, Sesshoumaru gently cradled Kagome’s head in his right hand and his arm supported her back as he used his left hand to grab the remaining part of her shirt from underneath her. Laying her back down gently, he threw the shirt onto the ground with the jacket.

Standing up, he moved to the foot of the bed and grabbed the blanket that lay there. He opened it and spread it over Kagome’s lithe form. He came to stand next to her at the side of the bed and leaned over her, putting both of his hands on her shoulders. Using his claws, he snipped the straps of her bra before moving his hands underneath the covers and doing it again to the sides of her bra. Without moving the blanket or touching anything indecent, he pulled the pieces out from the blanket and disposed it with the rest of her clothes. If this had been anyone else, he would never treat them with as much respect as he did for her. He didn’t need to worry about her dignity, but something nagged at him inside his mind, telling him that he could not be rash with her.

Internally sighing, he moved to stand at the end of the bed. Knowing that this was now the hard part, he felt the guilt return full force. If her blood had dried, this was going to be harder to do. He didn’t want to… maim what was presently already injured.

Pulling the blanket up to Kagome’s hips, he eyed the work before him. There was almost-frozen blood on her pants at the apex of her thighs. The longer he waited, the harder this was going to be. He decided to just do what he needed to do before giving it a second thought.

He hooked his fingers on the sides of her pants and started pulling them down. Her black underwear came to view as he continued pulling her pants down. He was careful not to hurt her, unsure of where he may see resistance with the bloody clothing. He was able to pull her pants down all the way to her thighs before the somewhat frozen blood made itself noticed. He continued to gently pull them down, watching how it slowly peeled off of her skin without too much resistance. If this has been any other circumstance, he swore he would have probably died of resentment in how his body reacted to her.

It revolted him in how he found a sort of pleasure in taking care of this human. He would never admit it to himself truly, but deep down, he knew. He knew there was some kind of connection between them that was on a completely different level of “soul mate”.

Just as he was about to continue on with removing Kagome’s clothing, it hit him. What if this had been her plan all along? She had gotten close to the slayer over the course of their time spent together, so it would not be illogical to say the slayer was aiding her in this escapade.

Yes, that had to be it. The human was after his power. His bloodline. She was casting some kind of spell to make him like this. Weak for her. There was no other explanation for it. But, how was she doing it with the binding spell?

Sesshoumaru thought to himself as he remembered the night he had come to her, feeling her strong energy disappear in the snap of a finger. He remembered hearing from the maid that acted as Kagome’s personal caretaker that it had dealt with her powers. Her powers were attempting to protect her from harm in that situation by closing her off from the world both mentally and physically. The nurses who had tried to take care of her were unable to. They said a “bright pink light” appeared every time they tried to get close, and did not want to take any chances. Sesshoumaru did not see any such thing when he had arrived, but her aura had changed. It had seemed to calm. The energy he had felt disappear had begun to rise again, and it had only been moments after he arrived in her room.

So, why were her powers not responding now to protect her? It must be because she was not in all that bad of shape. She must be able to control it. And if she was, who’s to say she wouldn’t be able to cast a simple love spell? Not that he would be so easily dissuaded by a “simple” love spell, if any at all.

Though, she was a miko. It wouldn’t be just any love spell. It would… There were no words he could use to describe just how powerful mikos could be.

According to Miroku, Kagome had no idea about her miko origin. Though, Sesshoumaru knew better than to trust so quickly. In fact, there was probably little to no one he really trusted. He did not believe it was logical or even intelligent to so easily not see it as a possibility of her actually knowing.

Though, there was something that could not be explained about their “connection”. No matter how many times he tried, he could never push aside his youkai from reacting to her presence. Even now, he was continuing to hold his true self back.

She empowered him in ways he never knew possible. He could fight off a hundred, a thousand men with little effort, but with her… He felt he could take on the world itself and live to see another day. Such power he would not pass the chance up on. Though, he concluded that gaining such power required a mating of sorts. And, with that, what kind of fate would be facing? Would she purify him before he even got the chance to taste being the most powerful demon this world has given birth to? He could take no steps further until he knew just what kind of consequence he would be meeting.

Deciding that there was nothing he could do except deal with her weakness that was being human, he continued his previous actions. He was doing this for power. Nothing else.

He yanked the rest of her pants off after the last bit of frozen clothing had been peeled off, before he moved up to the even harder task. Her underwear.

The fact that it had been black made it a little harder to determine where it was safe and not safe to take the clothing off from. He had to rely on his nose for this bit, and it disgusted him. Her virginal blood was taken in the wrong way. He felt his male and youkai pride rise and it made him eager to kill the person who did this to her. And he never often took revenge on anyone for anyone except himself. Though, it was all for power. Not for her “honor” or anything else. He would not lead himself to believe it was anything more than a spell of lust cast on him for this pitiful human.

Sesshoumaru cut through the sides of her underwear and began pulling. He moved slow and gently, waiting to feel resistance from dried or frozen blood. As he pulled more and more of her underwear away from her abused womanhood, the smell of her blood became stronger. The memories of when he had first taken her blood hit him like a wave crashing. His whole body stiffened as he closed his eyes, inhaling deeply as he took in her scent. Unknowingly that as he did so, his face moved in closer to the desired area of her scent.

Still pulling on the underwear, he managed to pull it full off without meeting any problems. Though, the damage had already been done. She was still bleeding, which is why he met no resistance.

Opening his eyes in a hazy bloodlust, for her blood specifically, he looked at her swollen, bleeding, bruising womanhood. If it weren’t for the fact that she was in extreme pain, dealing with serious injuries internally, and probably suffering from hypothermia, he would have taken more time doing much more pleasurable things to what he now stared upon. Damn mikos and their cunning tricks.

Standing up, Sesshoumaru grabbed a few pieces of her ripped up clothing and moved back over to her. Even though the clothing was still cold, it was also still wet. He needed to clean her of the blood before it dried, and having rough clothing rub against her injured area would produce worse results.

Softly and slowly, Sesshoumaru began wiping away the blood that covered her marred body part. Kagome winced painfully and gasped in shock every so often as he continued to clean her. This was her first real reaction since she had passed out. The pain must have woken her. Every bit of blood he removed, the more he could see of her.

She was perfect. Her swollen lips would have been so very erotic if it wasn’t because she had been abused. Her soft black curls covered most of the damage that he could see, but it didn’t hide it all. As he got to her very core, he used a clean piece of cloth and wiped up the last bit of blood as gently as possible. It earned a loud groan in pain from Kagome, and it brought back the gut-clenching guilt he had earlier.

Finished, he threw all the used bloody pieces where they previously were. He would deal with it later. He focused his attention on her wound, trying to see how bad it currently was. He didn’t need to do much, for the entrance to her passage was bloody, swollen, and puckered. Never had Sesshoumaru felt such protection for someone. He wanted to rip the person to pieces, limb by limb, for doing this to her. He would. This would not go unpunished.

His blood boiled the longer he thought about it. His rage was almost at an uncontrollable level, and had to still his fist from shaking. He clasped it tightly as he closed his eyes, trying to regain his control.

As he calmed down, he distracted himself with another thought. She was in pain still, and unless she had some serious healing, she would not last the night. He began thinking of treating her with his blood again. And this time, he did not feel so resistant after seeing just how badly she had been hurt.

Letting go of his shaking hands, he slowly rose his wrist his mouth. He closed his eyes and sunk his teeth into his flesh. Pulling away just as quickly as he had acted, he pulled the blanket down over her lower body before moving to sit next to her.

He looked down at her face momentarily, noticing the pained expression on her face. He would fix it. He would make it better.

He gently pushed his wrist against her cold lips, forcing her to spread them as he made her take his blood. He growled softly as his blood went past her lips and into her sweet mouth. After a few moments passed, he pulled his wrist away. Her lips were red with his blood. She made an inaudible noise as her soft tongue peaked out and licked the remaining bits of blood off.

Knowing that it would only take a short while for his blood to take affect, he moved off the bed and moved to sit on the floor next to the door. Leaning one of his arms over his raised leg, he closed his eyes and lowered his head in an attempt to sleep. If he suspected anything to be a threat, he would be able to sense it a mile away. For now, they were safe. She needed rest, and would heal by the morning. It would be then that they go back. But just for now, he would try to relax in her presence. A presence he had unknowingly craved for.

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Kagome shot up out of bed, gasping for air. Her eyes wide as she stared ahead of her. The memories of what happened yesterday had been wracking her dreams all night. She had been hurt by a person she knew, but could not remember. She remembered seeing an angel send her off to the heavens with her last breath. But, she was not in heaven. At least, not by the looks of it.

Kagome eyed her surroundings, noticing a pile of clothing sprawled out on the ground next to her. There had been bloody pieces amongst it, and it only reinforced the fact that she was not in heaven. Yet.

Her gaze drifted to above the pile of clothing, to a person who was leaning against the wall. Kagome sucked in a breath as she stared straight into Sesshoumaru’s golden eyes. He hadn’t said anything when she woke up, so she didn’t even notice him until now. And he was now looking at her with such intensity she thought she was going to be devoured whole with his just gaze.

“Miko,” his voice send chills up her spine.

“S-Sesshoumaru,” she couldn’t bear to break their eye contact. Though, he did.

She saw his eyes look down just an inch, then back up at her face with a questioning look. “What is it, do I have- AHH!!!” Kagome looked down and noticed her chest was bared for the whole world to see, or rather, Sesshoumaru. Quickly, she laid back down and yanked the blanket over her head. “Don’t look!!”

“I believe it is too late for that, Miko,” Sesshoumaru replied as he stood up and walked over next to the bed.

Oh my God, he saw! Does he have some kind of double-meaning behind that?!!? An image of Sesshoumaru laying on top of her, suckling her breasts in the hospital-like room flashed through her mind. A wave of heat traveled through her body and to her core. Oh God, now what am I going to do? Fuck hormones. Fuck!

Sesshoumaru could smell the faint scent of arousal, which amused him. Before things got worse, he decided pulled off his haori and laid it on top of the miko currently hiding under the blanket. “We must leave.”

Kagome could feel the slight weight of something being thrown on top of her. Pushing her embarrassment aside, she pulled the blanket down just past her chin and saw his haori laying there for her. A blush crept up onto her face as she pulled it under the blanket with her. “What… Happened yesterday?” She asked quietly.

Sesshoumaru turned his back to her as she changed, giving her privacy that she should have not been granted, he thought. But, something again nagged him, telling him that he could not be disrespectful. He believed it was his youkai instinct aiding him in gaining her power by providing a false sense of security. So, he complied.

“You were attacked,” Sesshoumaru’s voice was even graceful, Kagome thought.

“By what?” Kagome asked as she wrapped the haori around her underneath the blanket.

Feeling as if her words were a jab at his ego, he decided not to answer. He would not utter the words of ‘I do not know,’ for her. He would not let her gain control.

Kagome noticed the moments pass and how he didn’t answer. Unsure of what to think, she asked a different question, “If I was attacked, how come I’m not hurt anymore?”

Sesshoumaru glanced over his shoulder and looked at the miko come out from under the blanket, feeling warmth pit of his stomach as he saw her in his haori. He looked forward again, feeling a tightness swell in his balls the longer he looked. Closing his eyes momentarily, he tried to focus on other things, like her question. “You were healed.”

Kagome sat up straight, his haori was too long for her arms, but she was grateful to have clothing at all. She could feel the warmth from him wearing it previously, and smiled to herself. “Oh, my miko powers?”

Sesshoumaru opened his eyes and spoke, not turning around to see her, he didn’t trust himself yet. “I gave you my blood.”

Kagome looked at Sesshoumaru, staring at his long silky, silver hair. His strong back was easier to see now without his haori, and it made her shiver at the thought of being able to see more of him. “Thank you. For saving me.”

“It had to be done,” Sesshoumaru turned around to her, “Are you finished?”

Kagome looked up at his face, his powerful aura and body now close to her. It overwhelmed her how easily he could make her feel weak. “Y-Yes.”

Without another thought, Sesshoumaru pulled the blanket off of Kagome, and put his hand out in front of her. “We must go.”

Feeling the cold air hit her legs, she shivered and looked at his hand. What does he expect me to do, walk through this snow with only this bit of clothing?! Is he nuts?!

Sensing her hesitation, Sesshoumaru grasped her wrist and pulled her up off the bed. He could hear her gasp as he picked her up bridal style and held her close to his hard chest.

Kagome stared up at Sesshoumaru’s face as he began walking towards the door to leave. “W-wait!”

Sesshoumaru looked down at her, seeing the blush spread across her cheeks. She softly spoke as she looked down, embarrassed, “Um… I… I don’t have any pants or panties…” Kagome hid her face into his chest, not knowing how else to hide her embarrassment.

Sesshoumaru’s eyebrow arched as he looked to her legs. The haori went down about midthigh for her, but her legs were held up by his arms, so there was a clear view of her backside and womanhood to anyone who passed by them. “You do not need to worry about me looking, miko.”

He felt her push her face into his chest more, making his blood boil in lust. The tightness in his pants had begun to strain. If she kept this up, he may do something unspeakable.

“It’s just,” she pulled back slightly, but gripped his clothing with her fists, “it’s cold out.”

“We will only be a few minutes,” he had to keep her held up high enough so as not to touch his fairly evident erection. He was grateful he was holding her, so he could control where she could see. But he was not grateful that he was in this situation because he was holding her.

“Oh…” Kagome tightened her fist and sagged in disappointment while in his hold. Her backside felt something hard poke her. She gasped and looked up at Sesshoumaru, who looked very frustrated. “Ummm…”

Sighing internally, Sesshoumaru looked down at the miko. He couldn’t hide it, not while he was this close to her.

Kagome felt that his expression said “Do something.” HE EXPECTS ME TO DO SOMETHING ABOUT THIS? WHAT?! Her blush deepened a darker shade of red as she broke their eye contact momentarily before looking back up to him. “D-Do you n-need… Something?” She could feel her hands trembling as she spoke.

So she’s willing? Sesshoumaru looked to the door and kicked it open, “You are not ready.”

What does he mean I’m not ready? Could he mean… Fully understanding what he was saying, she felt appreciative tears overwhelm her. A warm feeling centered in her chest, and she clutched at the haori with one hand as she smiled. “Thank you.” She spoke softly.

“Hn.” Sesshoumaru jumped out of the hut and sped towards the mansion. He would find whoever hurt this kind creature that laid in his arms. They would pay.

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Chapter 10: Tempted