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She Is Our Miko (I)	By : darkduchess Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 39203 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Chapter 16:
Taught
Her freedom; grieved.
Her will; weakened.
Her body; orchestrated.
Her mind; puzzled.
Under his command, she learns obedience.
-D.O.D

The miko writhed helplessly against the statue, watching him with expectant eyes. Her bright blue orbs were pleading as they held his languid gold ones. Her pleas were futile really. Hasn’t he made it clear by now that mercy or generosity was not a virtue he possessed nor practiced? Need he clarify its absence with more abrasive affection?
Sesshoumaru relaxed his countenance and leered darkly at his miserable miko. There before him she preened on her lewd dais, shackled by her wrists with her body on display for all to see. His eyes were unblinking as he perused her; taking in every detail that portrayed every emotion, every thought, everything she felt. Such a lovely tune she sung; an intriguing story she told and a magnificent picture she painted. On her face she told him a tale of her misdeeds with the conclusion of shame and humiliation clear on her face. Her gasps and heaving pants sang glorious tunes across the quiet vast space of the hall, tantalizing his elfish ears. And her body…her body was an image; a masterpiece that embodied all that was vulgar, lewd, and innocent.
At the sight of her body shaking with the strain of her first climax, his breath stilled in his lungs like a heavy burning mass. It nearly suffocated him as he waited, eagerly feasting upon the sight of her fighting to conserve her inhibitions. The futility of her struggle was what made it so rewarding; the fight, the reluctance, the determination to deny them her graceless descent into conjugal completion. The glorious sight of her eyes rolling to the back of her head as her release washed over her had him digging his claws into the wooden table. Oh what a mighty sight she made thrashing about like a wild mare in heat.
A claw tapping on his knuckles in warning drew his eyes to his beta sitting beside him. “Easy old friend. Her punishment just started. Don’t reward her quite yet.” He warned with a smirk as he flicked his curtain of hair over his shoulder.
Taking a deep breath, Sesshoumaru sat up regally and allowed calm to wash over him in cool waves of tranquility. A mask of indifference in place, he casually waved forward a servant to serve him more sake. He broke their soul fusing gaze to take a languid sip of the strongly brewed beverage. Calmed, he took his time granting his miko his attention and purred at the sight she presented. She was panting; heaving even, making a wonderful show of those shapely mounds that glowed an appealing pink hue, a testament to her discomfiture. Her audience clapped in appreciation of her erotic performance and urged her for an encore much to her apparent horror. For she will be granting them an encore. Encore after encore after encore until she was a convulsing mass of sweaty incoherent flesh upon her throne of shame. Had she really wanted to avoid this, she would have never disobeyed his wishes by seeking her own release. Since the opportunity present itself to her, he will make sure she gets exactly what she asked for.
What a lovely little pastime this little onna had become.
The demon lord looked to Iku, who was watching him in askance, and signaled with a nod to carry on until he said differently. The tree demon smirked and stalked over the miko to wipe the tears from her eyes with gentle knuckles. After a moment, the other demon stood back and struck the statue again making it hum beneath the miko’s body. She arched up from her metal lover as if it scalded her. Bowed as she was, her straining body called to him, making his beast snarl inwardly with its desire to meet her passion full force. Given the chance, he would claim her throbbing heat with vigorous thrusts of his raging cock. Never would he stop his thrusts until she reached that glorious pinnacle and bathe his cock in her fragrant dew. However, as it were, he stayed his hand and watched her with his notorious façade of indifference. Battling as she battled; they both fought two completely different wars with one very common affliction. Lust.
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Aimaru hummed a languid tone as he basked in the lively aura of his Alpha. Where everyone else cringed and grimaced under its intensity, he only marveled. He reveled. He swayed. He crooned as it surrounded him like a sizzling haze that called to him on a level he dare not render, for it would surely unseat his status. There were so many damning inhibitions he must preserve to maintain the image his peers expected of him. So damn many.
At a particularly energetic brush of energy from his alpha, he allowed himself to close his eyes and purr inwardly. Such strength; such power, such magnificence. There was no other in existence whom could captivate him so strongly.
The loud murmur of awe from the surrounding audience urged him to open his eyes to watch the miko undulate wantonly on her metal lover as if possessed. She was reaching her second release soon and her body seemed eager to reach it even as her mind rebelled.
Aimaru hummed thoughtfully as he cocked his head at the curious throb in his loins. Perhaps he’ll take it back. There were two beings on this world that beguiled him.
Where his Alpha’s intensity inspired obscene things of him, his miko…well, he wasn’t sure just yet. He was conflicted with wanting to dominate her and wanting to coddle her. She too held an aura that drove him to contradict himself. What is this phenomenon?
Before the pondering demon, the miko finally peaked on the humming lover. She somehow managed to maneuver those shapely legs up and outward, blatantly displaying her convulsing dewy rose to the hall. Even from across the large room, he saw her swollen pink petals quiver and weep a new flow of ambrosia. The air was bombarded with the corrupting divinity of her scent. It was thick; balmy, dewy, sweet, mouthwatering ambrosia. His to taste, he just remembered. His…his….his…..HIS.
Aimaru’s possessive chant was halted when her eyes sought his next. Her head was tilted downward as her long lashes casted a seductive shadow over her glassy blue orbs. The look in her eyes broadcasted a whole new emotion. She was relaying something carnal to him. With her body, she spoke with the lewd lift and fall of her hips on the gold phallus wedge deeply into her anal orifice. The gold hard metal was shiny and slick with her never ending flow of essence dripping from her quivering core. Looking to her face, the look in her eyes adopted a rebellious taunting leer. At her expression, Aimaru cocked his head curiously and smirked as he allowed her to appeal to his curiosity. It seems she had a show for him.
The miko smirked coyly, looking steadily between his alpha and him. The sudden change in her attitude shocked them. Just moments before she was this miserable, unwilling victim of humiliation, now she was a willing performer? She couldn’t possibly handle the thrill of this role.
He didn’t have time to ponder her change when the sight of gold appearing at the mouth of her sex caught his eyes. He along with his Alpha sat straight up, their body rigid with excitement at the new event taking place.
She couldn’t have gathered the nerve to try something so humiliating before the crowded hall. Not in so short a time. Had the punishment finally broke her already weakened sanity to pieces? Had she finally fell prey to their coercion leaving him and his alpha with a mindless obedient puppet? Why did disappointment weigh so heavily in his chest?
The miko defied his logic with a secret smirk. It was a knowing smirk; a smirk that had Aimaru too digging his claws deep into the wood of the table, marring the polished surface with his arousal. She then relaxed against the statue in a willing submission and allowed her legs to fall open pulling those soaked wet lips of her sex wide apart to aid in her performance. She then bit her bottom lip seductively, grimaced prettily as she bore down on her trembling body. Slowly the gold ball was pushing free of her vaginal embrace. It was rimming the outer lips of her sex ready to pop free of its damp captor.
Jealously chose that moment to plague Aimaru’s mind as he watched the miko give freely to the hall what she didn’t give freely to him and his Alpha behind closed doors. Up there, under the heavy gazes of the hall, she was no longer the skittish miserable doe put up for consumption, but rather a taunting nymph challenging him. “The viperous little vixen.” He muttered in a near growl.
“Hnn.” His alpha agreed.
Finally the miko arched as she trembled and thrashed on her metal lover as another soul wrenching climax hit her. And she allowed it. She allowed this release to wash over her so openly, giving her audience the luxurious treat of her grand dramatic surrender to passion. They all awed and roared praises while clapping their gratitude. All of them falling prey to her charms, forgetting this was a punishment, not a fucking debut.
With a loud clank that was much too loud in the suddenly silent room, the ball hit the marble floor and rolled across the stage leaving a wet sticky trail of honey in its wake.
Aimaru could only shake his head. She bested them in this little game, the knowledge of it was clear in her eyes as she relaxed and openly reveled in her climax upon her metal lover.
She won. This victory went to her this round it seemed. And it blindsided him. No doubt it did the same to his alpha whose aura was practically manifesting into a solid, heavy sizzling mass of power. Did the woman know with whom she toyed with?
“It would be futile to force her. She would only enjoy it.” Aimaru commented as he took a barely steady sip of his sake. He fought to sit the cup lightly on the table. The long tapered digits of his fingers felt weak with the need to ravage her body.
Lord Sesshoumaru sat quietly beside him, considering his miko with hard heavy eyes. He conveyed promises of a revenge on her unsuspecting body. The miko only chuckled, the small airy tune echoing across the hall rebelliously. Apparently she was unconcerned for his threat and thought nothing of making her dismissal known. By the Kami his beast purred and roared with a confliction that blinded him. Red was bleeding into his vision.
Both Aimaru and Sesshoumaru battled their beast, pummeling at the walls of their control. Such a fight for control, they found, was exhilarating. The limits of control and patience were worn so thin they could snap at the slightest provocation. And their guest knew it too, for they all vacated the hall in a quiet and orderly fashion making sure to keep their eyes everywhere but the fiery red glare that was the Demon Lord’s and his beta’s gaze
“I can certainly see now how the little scamp captivated my darling pup. You are practically smitten with the little thing.” His mother chuckled darkly as she allowed one of the groomers to lift her in gentle arms. She threw her arms lovingly around his neck to scratch lightly at his head reveling in his shivers. Even the demon servants weren’t spared her sadistic affection. And like her prostrated slaves, they didn’t mind all that much.
“Miko.” Sesshoumaru insisted casually as he waved away the servants.
His mother regarded him blankly and blinked much too innocently. “Oh I’m sorry dear. I didn’t realize you regarded the miko so highly.” She gestured for her pets to follow her as the groomer carted her off towards her chambers.
Sesshoumaru watched her leave with her numerous male pets crawling in her wake. “I’m sure you didn’t.” he hissed just as sarcastically and bit back a growl at her taunting laughter. The conniving bitch that she was, she was most certainly his mother.
“Well it’s no longer a secret. She certainly made a show of exposing our…obsession with her.” Aimaru commented as he looked to the miko lounging comfortably on the statue.
“It was a fair, albeit unlikely victory. This one will allow her to bask in it.” Sesshoumaru sipped the rest of his sake and sighed inwardly, his beast still humming with anticipation and eagerness. His little miko had no idea what he had in store for her. “It was a benefiting one after all.”
“Oh of course, in many ways, it was. But I wonder…on our behalf or hers?”
Sesshoumaru pondered for a moment. Her sudden turnabout today brought urges upon him he haven felt in years. The miko pushed his lust to dizzying heights that a mere obedient demoness could never accomplish. To feel so lively, so nearly ravenous again was a welcomed change of pace. And then there was her resilience. She proved to be ever the strong minded human to maintain her individuality and dignity remaining the lively pet that will push his dominant hand time after time. And he was looking forward to every willful skirmish. “Perhaps both.”
“Feeling generous my dear alpha?” Aimaru asked with a chuckle as he downed the rest of his sake. He allowed the delicate cup to clank down upon the table as he hissed appreciatively.
“No. Simply eager.” Sesshoumaru answered calmly. He made a subtle gesture to Iku and the demon nodded dutifully and went about dismantling their miko from her stage. It was no longer considered her throne of shame, but her dais of magnificence.

Sesshoumaru couldn’t fight the smirk of pride and amazement that showed on his face. Yes, they have chosen a wonderful pet.
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Kagome watched her masters leave with satisfied sigh. They were shocked by her sudden turnabout. She knew they were now plotting a swift retribution. It was sure to be a ridiculously trying challenge, but she couldn’t bring herself to care at the moment. No, the miko was too enraptured with her victory and worn out from her carnal performance.
This, surprisingly, was the most accomplished she have ever felt in a long time. The complete turn she made as she braved her humiliation with her desire and greed for completion was enlightening. All her fears, all her inhibitions she found were easy to cast off in the face of lust. Accepting it with open arms made the whole ordeal empowering. Who would have thought that the look on their faces would be more rewarding than she could have ever imagined it to be?
“Well…you will certainly be the envy of all here.” she heard Iku chuckle happily as he went to work removing her from her metal lover. Pride, surprise and adoration was on his handsome face as he gathered her into his arms gently. She moaned when he held her side saddled. He was so damnably tall that it was nothing to hoist her high on his hip in his long, strong limbs. Her soaked core pressed directly to the cool dark silks of his robes. Inadvertently, she wrapped her legs tightly around his slender waist as he moved around the statue. The friction driving involuntary shivers from her body. “Oh my… it appears your friends also fell victim to your charisma.”
Confused, she lifted her head from Iku’s shoulder to peer at her comrades. She honestly forgotten they were there.
Aki was a panting mess with his head buried in his arms in fatigue while Miroku was trembling something awful with an occasional thrust of his hips against his metal lover. He had the most erotic look on his flushed face, drool leaking lightly from his pouty lips. His hair was even plastered to him from the sweat worked up from his haze. Did she do this to them?
Kagome started at the dripping noises hitting the ground in light small plops. The noise drew her eyes downward to watch pearly thick liquid plop steadily to the floor from the areas where the men were joined with the statues. Their stomachs and chest were completely covered with their seed with their cocks still full and erect with a steady flow of essence leaking from their tips. She wanted to be sorry for their condition, but a dark conscious place in her mind purred with giddiness at the sight of their spent passion. She did this to them. They desired her so much that they met her each time she reached her release. The thought made her hungry on the inside, so hungry that she found herself eager to torture the young men.
Entranced, she went to reach for Aki, but was pulled out of reach when Iku suddenly twirled away. “Ah, Ah…that poor thing looked ready to spill another one sweetness. He made a big enough mess.” He chastised her as he carted her away from the two miserable slaves.
“Is it wrong to not feel remorse for my obscene behavior?” she asked curiously watching the two males fall out of sight over the demon’s broad shoulder, suddenly feeling guilty. Iku leaned lower to nuzzle her cheek, lulling her into sleepy doze.
“If you do, your victory will be swiftly stripped from you.” He said conspiringly as he slowly stalked down the hall to the bathing chambers. “And a shame it will be too. It was such an unexpected thrilling victory. Don’t be so hasty to lose it, love. Your war has just begun.”
Kagome laid her head on Iku’s shoulder and chuckled. “Is it really a war when you enjoy yourself?”
The shoulder shook lightly as the demon chuckled deeply. His voice deep and calming and it threw her further into relaxation. She was barely conscious to hear him when he said, “Depends on the battle, sweetness. Be aware, that not every battle will be of the body.”
“Hmm.” She hummed sleepily and smiled.
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