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Captivity	By : Keija819 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 15753 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: So�I know it shouldn�t
take two years to write a chapter.� And
there is really no excuse for it, but there you are.� I hope that the citrus (and the plot, I
guess) in this chapter will help to make it up to you, hungry readers.� I know how this story ends, but it is
difficult for me to write, so I hope that you will bear with me and not be too
angry at me.� Enjoy!
The lord lifted Kagome,
settling her legs about his waist, then waded into the swirling pool before
them.� His own clothing slid away with
only a thought, and soon the demon and miko were deep within the thundering
waters, bodies pressed tightly together, no sounds heard but the rushing of
foaming waves past their ears.
Sesshoumaru�s tongue was hot in
Kagome�s mouth, and her own tongue dueled boldly with his even as her hands
traveled his muscular body, pausing briefly at each sculpted landmark with an
unfamiliar feeling of boldness and ecstasy. �She had never felt such a burning inside,
starting near her heart and traveling through her lithe body to a spot below
her stomach, where it throbbed relentlessly.�
Kagome moaned as one of Sesshoumaru�s hands brushed a sensitive nipple;
his thumb returned purposefully to the spot and tweaked it gently.� His kiss deepened as she cried out at the
unexpected feeling, and her legs tightened around his tapered waist.�
Kagome felt herself being
guided toward the edge of the deep pool; gently her back was pressed against
the rough stone, and Sesshoumaru�s strong hips were suddenly against hers, just
outside of the heated water.� With some
difficulty, she broke the kiss to look up at him, shocked to see that his eyes
were full of the same fire she could feel within her body.� Though there was no logical reason behind it,
Kagome allowed herself to let go of the anxiety lurking in the back of her mind
from their encounter earlier in the day.�
She closed her eyes as the demon lord bent slowly forward to gently
place a chaste kiss on her forehead.�
Then one large hand was gripping her buttocks, and the other was guiding
his member to the place it most wanted to go.
Brown eyes snapped open at the
first contact.� Sesshoumaru�s eyes were
focused carefully on hers, and she made a small sound as the head of his shaft
met her opening, her breaths coming faster with the intimate proximity.� He surged forward swiftly past the slight
barrier, even as Kagome scrunched her eyes closed and whimpered at the
unexpected pain.� After this first step,
the demon slowly eased himself out again, returning for a gentler thrust into
her channel.� Kagome�s eyes reopened with
a gasp, and her hips moved almost involuntarily against him.
The feeling was different from
any she had ever experienced.� There was
a sense of completeness that she had never felt before, an unnoticeable gap
that had quite suddenly, and pleasurably, been filled.� Kagome wrapped her arms more tightly around
Sesshoumaru�s body, one hand clenching his shoulder desperately while the other
clawed at his back.� She cried out as he
bent to nip at her neck, his body bending slightly to find the sweet spot
inside of her.�
Enlightened, Sesshoumaru
slipped out of Kagome�s body, ignoring her cry of protest and turning her
around to face the solid rock wall.� He
placed her hands on the edge of the pool, then regained control of her hips and
urgently re-entered her.� Kagome could
not believe the sensations elicited by this new position.� She was unable to stop the small sounds
coming from her mouth, which soon developed into passionate cries.� Her body thrust itself helplessly back into
Sesshoumaru�s larger frame, as he increased his tempo to a nearly frantic
pounding.�
A large, clawed hand pulled on
Kagome�s mass of black hair, and she found herself gazing up into amber eyes
that lowered closer to allow a quick, heated mating of tongues.� The demon�s other hand reached under her arm
to grasp one tantalizing nipple, causing Kagome to increase the intensity of
her cries.� He nibbled lightly at the
back of her neck, bringing shivers from his partner, then laid his sharp teeth
on her shoulder, keeping careful not to break the skin.� He held her still in a subservient position
as he proclaimed himself the dominant, growling deeply along with Kagome�s
cries of pleasure.
Though her pulse quickened, and
she felt as though she should be frightened, the fangs on her skin only
inflamed Kagome�s passion.� She felt a
flame inside her growing brighter and brighter, threatening to consume her from
the inside out.� Her voice rose as an
outlet to the feelings within, and finally the flames were too much to
contain�a rush of fiery pleasure rode through her entire body, from her womb
down her legs to her toes, up to the top of her head and down to her fingertips.� She nearly screamed with the intensity of the
waves of pleasure, and the water around them steamed with the heat of her
conflagration.
This was hardly Sesshoumaru�s
first time with a female, but seldom was his partner so warm.� He thrust his hips wildly as he neared
completion, the sudden and overwhelming heat bringing him to an almost
unexpected level of pleasure.� He cried
out as his hips moved with abandon, his entire body shuddering as at last he
allowed himself release.� He emptied
himself into the human girl, and barely kept himself from collapsing over her
with the loosening of his body.�
He let himself rest for several
moments, allowing a calm to wash over him as he stroked the curve of her hip
gently with his fingertips.� Still
plastered to her back, Sesshoumaru slowly raised his head and looked into
Kagome�s eyes, shocked to find not pleasure, but horror on the human girl�s
face.
�Oh, Gods.�� Kagome twisted her body, pushing away from
the lord�s larger frame and gasping as they unexpectedly disengaged.� �Oh, what did you do? What have we done?�� Tears filled the girl�s eyes and her breath
caught in her throat as she began to panic.
Two strong hands suddenly
cupped her face, and Kagome was blinking up at startlingly warm amber eyes.
�Kagome,� Sesshoumaru murmured
softly.� He was staring at her as though
there was no other person he would rather see.�
Surprised, the girl tentatively raised a hand to lightly grasp one of
the demon lord�s wrists.� Touched at the
compassion written clearly on his face, she searched his eyes for reason, but
only found a small, indulgent smile.
�You have the choice of
trusting me, or being afraid,� he said.�
He slipped one hand to the back of her neck, his grip tightening.� �I don�t regret this, either way.�� The lord leaned forward and touched his lips
to hers.� Taking the catch in her breath
as assent, he kissed her in earnest, until he felt her small hands pushing at
his chest.� He pulled away again,
reluctantly, looking into her dark, anxious eyes.
�What�What should we do about,
you know..?� Kagome blushed and looked away from Sesshoumaru�s face, unable to
complete her question.� Suddenly, a new
thought occurred to her.� �Inuyasha!� she
cried.� �How can we explain this? What
can I possibly say to him--�
Her words were cut off by what
she thought must surely be the Devil�s own lips on her own.� The heat and passion she felt from the demon
lord�s mouth were enough to overwhelm her defenses, and she moaned softly into
him as his hands slipped around her waist and lower.�
A sharp scrape at her back
reminded Kagome that they were still in the heated pool.� Once that thought entered her mind, so did
others.� The miko only just managed to
gather the willpower to push away from Sesshoumaru, and his sinful body, once
again.
�Lord Sesshoumaru,� she said
very quietly, hoping to gain his attention.�
The demon�s hands stopped movement on her body, and he forced himself to
listen to the girl�s words, in spite of the ever-growing and nearly
overpowering urge he felt to do something far more satisfying.
�We can�t do this again,� she
said.� �Please, I can�t�I might already
be�you know�� She risked a glance at the
lord�s face and was mortified to see him smirking down at her.� Her face turned red, and she opened her mouth
to yell at him for giving her that facial expression, but all that came out was
a small sigh as she fell forward into Sesshoumaru�s body, faint from the heat
of the bath.
The demon lord didn�t attempt
to cover the barely perceptible smile that crept onto his face as he carried
his fallen priestess out of the spring.�
The muscles of his leg tightened as he leapt from the water, landing
lightly outside of the pool.� He found a
chaise lounge several feet away from the heated water and laid Kagome gently
down upon it.�
Sesshoumaru leaned forward,
sweeping the thick black bangs out of her eyes and slowly trailing his fingers
down the side of her face.� Still smiling
slightly, he wet a small towel in one of the cooler pools nearby and laid it
across the girl's forehead.� Then he
stood and strode to the exit of the bathing chamber.
"Mai," he called
softly.� After a few moments, the small
girl appeared from around the bend of the hallway.� She bowed her head when she reached the demon
lord, and he spoke without turning to look at her.
"The miko is resting
beside one of the pools.� Make certain
she does not grow too warm."� He
turned to go, but only took a few steps before pausing.
"Mai," he said again,
his voice low with purpose.
"Yes, Lord
Sesshoumaru?" she asked, frozen in midstep toward the baths.
"When the priestess
awakens... take her to my bedchamber."�
With that, Sesshoumaru continued industriously down the hall toward the
lowest level of the castle, leaving a furiously blushing Mai behind.
--
With each stride along the
ancient halls, the condensation that had gathered from the heated baths began
to give way to layers of slime and unchecked mold.� Within minutes, all signs of civilization were
erased by the cold stone of the dark, damp walls, the caliber of construction and
building materials growing rougher as the demon lord descended into the lower,
less savory levels of his estate. Though the main castle aboveground was
rebuilt with modern architecture and finery nearly a century ago, the original
dungeons were still intact, far below the surface.
As the lord continued somberly
to his forbidding destination, a reluctant dread began to fill him. At the
farthest end of the confines of the structure stood the oldest, least visited
and most guarded room of the castle: the preserver and sole remnant of his past
life, and his lost memory.� Down the last
twisting staircase, verily the last hallway, and finally the room of his past
life was before him.
Sesshoumaru outstretched his
hand to slowly lift the worn latch of the once-solid wooden entrance to the chamber,
the time-rotted material nearly crumbling under his claws as he pulled the door
carefully toward him.� He paused only to
allow for adjustment to the darkness of that small space, and the dank, musty
smell that pervaded his senses.
Smaller by half than his own
bedchamber, less than one one-hundredth of the floor space in his entire
castle, and this room he was to enter disturbed him far more than anything, living
or dead, that existed in this time.�
Stepping into that room, he knew, would be not unlike visiting the home
of a friend you once knew, long ago.� As
you enter, there is a sense of nostalgia, and a familiar knowledge of the items
within, but overall there remains the unshakeable feeling that nothing in the
room truly belongs to you.
With the uncanny sense that all
of this had been done once before, Sesshoumaru crossed the room in a few short
strides, lighting an oil candle from an alcove in the wall, and gazing upon the
imposing sight of the circular seal set upon the stone in front of him.
As wide across as his own hand,
the seal was engraved with a crescent moon, broken into two pieces at the widest
point in the middle.� Pleased at his
close proximity after so long, the fractured emblem of his heritage pulsed
longingly in his presence.� He stood
close to it, his arm raised and fingers nearly touching the surface.� Surprised at the heavy feeling near the
region of his heart, he stared suspiciously at the half-moon as it began to
softly glow.
In his long life, Sesshoumaru
could not remember a time in which he let an emotion dictate what he needed to
do.� It did not--should not--matter to
him, the lord of the lands, what might be discovered within the memories of his
past, never mind whether it concerned the miko.
Ignoring the frantic pounding
in his chest, the demon lord hardened his heart and touched his fingers to the
seal.
--
An hour later found Mai leading
Kagome back up the many stairs to the fourth level of the castle, the master�s
bedchambers.� Much to Kagome's chagrin--and
frustration--she had been entirely unable to speak her mind to the so-called
"lord of the manor", and she was quite put out.� Not only did she miss out on her chance to
scream at him--and perhaps do worse--but according to Mai, he had left no
indication of when he might return.� If
nothing else, she felt that he could have provided her with a better means of
transportation for her unexpectedly sore body.
Adding to her worries were
Sesshoumaru's orders that she be secured in his bedroom.� In spite of his earlier attitude, she knew
that he wasn't the type of person to want her around all of the time, and she
didn't want to be around him either.� Not
at all.� Certainly he only meant for her
to be taken to his room to rest; now that she was perfectly fine, there was no reason that she
should be..
"...held captive up
here!" she shouted for the last time, pummeling her fists against the
gilded doors.� She angrily pushed several
wayward strands of hair out of her face; it was a wild mess after lying in the
humidity for so long.�
Once Kagome had discovered
their eventual destination, she had attempted to convince Mai that another
bedroom--any other bedroom--would be just as pleasing to her.� The only result of this request, however, was
an added escort to Sesshoumaru's chambers.�
Mai--malicious traitor that she was--had obviously made some signal, and
out of seemingly the shadows of the hall slipped a dark-skinned demon who had
made it clear that Kagome was to enter the room.� Mai did not join her, and after several
minutes of impatiently waiting, Kagome had thought it would be a good idea to
sneak out.�
She had pressed herself
silently against the solid oak doors, listening with all her might for any sign
of moment outside.� Letting her
impulsiveness get the better of her, she had painstakingly pulled one door
ajar, and slipped her head through the space, glancing covertly around.� She had thought that, after her earlier
adventures, it might be possible to find her way back to the stairwell.
Kagome had crept carefully down
the hall, making it nearly to the first bend when she shrieked in fright at two
muscled arms closing around her.� She
turned, startled, within the enclosing members, and was not at all comforted to
find in front of her the dark, grinning--not to mention fanged--face of her
demon escort.
"Why, look what I've
caught in my net," he had drawled, letting his hands travel to her arms,
where he grasped her firmly.
"Let me go!" she
ordered, more than a little frightened that she could not loosen his hold on
her.� Her holy powers flared on impulse,
and she had faintly caught the scent of burnt flesh as the skin on the demon's
hands was singed in the process.
The demon's fangs shone a
bright white as he grinned at her.
"I'm startin' to see why
the master likes you so well," he murmured, sweeping Kagome off of her
feet and into his arms, earning another shriek from her in the process.� He had carried her back to the room--not
without a struggle--and locked her inside, a fate which she was now endeavoring
to reverse.
"I--said--let--me--out!"
she screamed, timing a solid thump with her fist at each word.�
"Right now!"
When her cries met no response,
she finally lowered herself to the floor, fuming.� She refused to look around at, or appreciate,
the newly redecorated bedroom.� She knew
it was mere coincidence that the bedspread and curtains were reminiscent of her
favorite color, and she was quite certain that the large standing mirror in the
far corner was not for her benefit.� ��
Even so, it was hard not to see
the standing bed and think about the damage that had been done here only...was
that only a day ago?� Kagome shook her
head, dispelling the sense that time liked to move erratically when Sesshoumaru
was around.� Not that she was thinking
about him; she wasn't.
To distract herself from
thoughts that couldn't lead anywhere pleasant--no, good; nowhere good; she
pulled her body up and wandered slowly over to the standing mirror.� Against her will, she had to admit that it
was handsome; it was impossible whether to tell if it was solid gold, or simply
looked that way.� She supposed that for
someone with that much money, just about anything was possible.� She was pleased to see that the markings on
her skin had nearly faded, and her eyes were mostly back to their normal
chestnut brown.
She was startled out of her
musings by an unexpectedly loud knock at the door.� Confused, she walked cautiously back to them,
and paused slightly before pulling the handle.
--
The first sensation Sesshoumaru
noticed was a feeling of darkness seeping into his soul.� He hesitated, the feeling unfamiliar after so
long without it, then steeled himself, narrowing his eyes and continuing to
press the seal.
His knees nearly buckled as
scenes from another lifetime flew through his mind without mercy.� Memories of flashing eyes and a biting
voice...a fallen, weeping priestess...blood, so much blood...
For a moment, the great
Sesshoumaru faltered.� What if he didn't
go back?� What if he didn't carry out the
plan?� What if... The demon lord shook
with knowledge of the implications.� If
he did not follow everything precisely; if he changed the course of history by
even the slightest action...
Then what would become of him?
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