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Under a Silver Moon	By : inuyoukai8 Category: InuYasha Crossovers > General Views: 13120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As luck would have it, a large stormfront moved over the forest, driving snow into every crevice. Sesshoumaru watched the fury from the trunk of the tree, before vanishing inside once more. "It is going to last several days" he predicted, "We should have no company during that time". Youko agreed. All but the strongest would avoid venturing out in this blizzard. Snows in Makai were not what they appeared to be, often finding a life of it's own. Neither human nor youkai, simply hungry. Lilian has sparred well that morning, and been attentive in her lessons. She did however refuse to look at him and Youko found that slightly amusing. The fact that heat rushed into her cheeks like summer roses and her scent grew dewy at his proximity made him more than pleased. Of course, he'd noticed something else this morning. While sparring, Sesshoumaru had caught her from behind, adjusting her position. Her scent had spiked then too. Quite vibrantly. The object of his thoughts was currently sitting in the corner, her kits bloom in her lap. Her face had betrayed some relief at Sesshoumaru's words. Much as he tried to keep her occupied in his den, Youko understood all too well, that it was what is was. A temporary prison to her. He'd brought her several small trunks of glittering baubles to wile away the hours with. She'd been enthralled with them for less than a full hour. Sesshoumaru, clever dog he was, had brought her several books and she'd read them all straight through. Youko had since been giving her very intricate puzzles to unravel when she wasn't training. She seemed listless still, her eyes far away, her cheeks more pale. Her Kits bloom mewled under her touch and she smiled at the cuddly little plant. Youko had to admit, he'd not seen one get quite this large before. The velvety petals stroked against her fingertips, begging for more contact. She whispered all manner of things to it. To a trained eye it would appear that she was training it. But that was not possible, she had no skill in that field, and Kits blooms, while good companions weren't meant for aid. Still, he watched a thin green tendril curl against her finger. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Esbet waited patiently in the well appointed office. She had expected an office building but no. She'd arrived at a mansion and been escorted to the 'master's office'. It all sounded so exciting. She'd checked her make-up and hair at least a dozen times before coming, spritzing herself with that expensive perfume that Lilian had gotten her for christmas. Men always did seem to like that one. She crossed and uncrossed her legs, taking in the rich tapestries on the walls. The crystal decanters on the bar. Everything about the room screamed decadence and that was what Esbet wanted. Funny, Lilian hadn't really crossed her mind much since she'd encountered the godlike foreigner. She'd remember to thank her friend when she came home. Esbet wasn't about to let any opportunity pass her by. No way. The dark paneled door swung open and Adnan entered the room, a warm smile on his face. "Miss Esbet" he greeted, "How nice to see you again". She blushed prettily and rose , extending her hand, "Pleasure is all mine" she chimed in, "Now, how can I help you?". He smirked and moved to the bar, "Would you care for something to drink?" he asked. She nodded, "Thank you. What have you got?". Adnan turned back to the bar, this was almost too easy. "I have the standard" he replied turning back to her, holding a ruby colored flagon, "And then I have this". Esbet cocked her head, "What is that?" she asked. Even as she spoke, he was deftly pouring a glass of it, "A very rare and delicious liquer from my homeland" he replied smoothly, passing the glass to her. Esbet accepted the glass, staring into the brilliant crimson depths. The scent of spiced berries reached her nose. She glanced back to Adnan, who stook with a whiskey filled tumbler in his grasp. He raised it to her in mock salute and she returned the gesture. Adnan finished his drink in one powerful swallow, watching the human drink deeply of the drugging draught. It would act swiftly, he knew. The glass tumbled from her fingertips, empty but for a few scattered droplets. She lifted questioning eyes to him, the blue growing deeper. "I feel hot" she whispered. Adnan watched her rise on unsteady legs, and moved to pull her against him. "Now then Esbet" he said casually, "How do you feel?". She blushed heavily, her scent was growing musky under the perfume. "Hot" she whispered again, leaning into him. Adnan pushed her back to her seat on the low couch. "Now you are going to tell me all about your friend" he told her. She blinked slowly, her mouth opening slightly. She shook her head, "Don't feel right" she mumbled. Adnan slid to sit beside her, caressing her cheek lightly, "Tell me Esbet" he pressed, "Does it ache?". At his words her knees pressed together. His large hand slid to her knees, sliding between them, "I can make it go away" he told her, his fingertips drifting higher, so close but never touching that part that craved him. She whimpered and arched towards his hand only to have him withdraw, "Tell me what I want to know and you shall have what you want" he said in a hard voice. Her eyes filled with tears but he knew that it was not the possible betrayal of her companion that made her weep, it was her deep desire for him. She was best suited to be a pet decided. Once he had the required information, her use would change. While she was little more than a serious of hot holes to sate himself with, she would, no doubt be important to that bitch the Alliance was guarding. Words, strung together with pants and tears reached his ears. Esbet was revealing all of the secrets of the Mekharat that she knew. The pains, the agonies, the hidden weaknesses. Her painted pink lips spewed more and more for him. Adnan sat beside her again, unfastening his pants as he did so. This little bitch was not a true friend to the Mekharat, but had used her to get closer to what she wanted. She harbored a deep jealousy of her so called friend. Twisted woman. "Anything else?" he asked her. She shook her head, "I don't think so master". He smirked, "Ahh that potion works so well" he mused, grabbing her by the nape of her neck and forcing her head down into his lap. Not that she fought him. Not at all, she greedily devoured him. "Make sure to lube it well bitch" he growled at her as her mouth closed over him, "It'll be going in your ass very soon". Esbet was driven by pure undiluted lust. Her mind and boy could not comprehend denying him anything. The stiff flesh in her mouth filled her with dark tendrils of desire. To do things and have them done to her. There was nothing else, only his pleasure and with his would come her own. He leaned back against the sofa, pondering how best to exploit the fabled fighter. The wet slurping sounds in his lap and the heated suction on his length, making his beast snap at the shackles. His fangs became more prominent, his claws more noticeable. He growled and panted, as Esbet worked him. Obviously, she'd had a great deal of practice. She sucked the whole of him down her throat, humming and swallowing in steady rhythm. He grabbed her hair, pulling her off of him, "Not there" he chided, "Turn around". She obediently spun on her knees. He tore her skirt from her body, seeing that she'd not bothered with undergarments. He shoved her cheek to the floor, "Spread yourself for me" he demanded. She shivered, "I haven't....:" she began. His claws raked over the pale cheeks of her bottom, "Now" he growled. Esbet's hands slid back to palm the globes and part them for his view. Looking at the small brown pucker he could believe she'd not ever been taken this way before. However, as his pet she was about to learn a vital lesson, "My toys earn the right to be fucked properly". His hand slid under her to pinch and pull at the engorged nub, feeling her juices flow against his fingers. His sex throbbed with anticpation, longer and thicker than any humans. Curved just slightly to find those tender inner areas on either sex. Still attacking her clit, he rammed into her. Her cry split the room around them, the scent of her blood reaching his nose. He didn't care and in a few moments neither did she as she snapped her ass back against him, mewling for him to go harder, deeper, faster. He grunted with his exertions, feeling her body constrict around him as he pummelled her insides. Her orgasm was earth shattering, her body locking stiffly around him. The tightness in his groin grew into a white hot wave that shot up his length. With a guttural growl he emptied himself into her ass, his claws leaving her soaked flower to carved his mark into her flesh. She whimpered against the carpet, feeling hot seed slide down her skin. Adnan rose, placing a hand on top of her head. Patting her like she was a dog, "Not bad pet" he told her coolly, "I am going to enjoy breaking you into the ways of demon fucking. This is what you wanted isn't it?" His hands gestured to encompass the room, "Now you have it. Get out of my sight, go clean yourself". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The fire popped in the hearth and Sesshoumaru's eyes were drawn to the embers and flames. 'Sesshoumaru'. He blinked, someone was contacting him. 'Sesshoumaru look into the fire'. The miko. He leaned closer, seeing the face of his brother's mate appear in the flames, she was pale and worried. "I have bad news" she said. Sesshoumaru leaned back in his seat, "Tell me then". "It's Shiziru" she replied, "She is dying". Sesshoumaru growled softly, "How is this?" Kagome glanced backwards over her shoulder, "Poison Sesshoumaru" she whispered, "I can't cure her. No one can. The attacker used an unforgiveable". Sesshoumaru's eyes widened fractionally, "You are certain?" he asked. She nodded, "And there is more... the attacker is known to us". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lilian scrubbed her hair slowly, the steaming water soothing sore muscles. The snows should have made her feel better, no one would come for them now. They didn't though. They only made her more aware of the fact that she was in a demon world now. Who ever heard of hungry snow that could come to life and eat you anyway? She was so busy with her mental bitchfest that she failed to notice the door open and close. Sesshoumaru stood just inside the chamber, the heat soaking into his clothing. She didn't even know he was here. He stripped silently and entered the water just as she sank beneath it. He moved to where she had been but a moment before and waited. Beneath the milky surface of the water, she was no doubt rinsing bubbles from that wealth of hair. Lilian broke the surface of the water, slinging her hair back in a wide arch. She stepped back, rubbing furiously at her eyes and sputtering. Sesshoumaru merely stood still and allowed her to bump into him. She yelped loudly, eyes flying open and she blinked rapidly to clear the sting of that treacherous soap. "Sess!" she all but bellowed, sinking to her collarbone into the water. He merely eyed her for a moment before striding to the large ledge and lounging against it. She stared after him, bewildered. "Uh... Lilian's bath time" she ventured. He shrugged, "There is room Mekharat" he replied in a bored voice. Lilian glared at him. Ok, he wasn't supposed to be in here with her anyway, but did he have to sound bored about it? Sesshoumaru's silver hair curled in the water, waving like starlit reeds, "Come, sit by me Lilian" he said at last, "There is a matter of some importance that we must discuss". She shivered at that tone, and not in an entirely bad way. Glancing back she looked at the door, "Where's Youko?" she asked. Sesshoumaru's silver brow arched, "You wish him here as well?" he asked. She blushed and shook her head, "I don't really want you here either" she pointed out with growing venom, but moved to sit near him anyway. Sesshoumaru let his head fall back to rest on the smooth wood and stared up at the vaulted ceiling of root and exotic tile. "Shiziru is dying" he said without preamble. There was no delicate way to lead into this topic, so he took the most direct approach, "She's been poisoned by those who plot against the Alliance" his golden eyes locked on her, "Against you". Forgotten was her irritation at having her bath invaded by the pale demi-god. She turned her eyes to the water, feeling sorrow of the old woman. and a spurt of fear for the future. "What are we going to do?" she asked softly, her eyes lifting to his, "My powers aren't unlocked. We don't even know how to do that!". His eyes returned to the ceiling, "We do" he corrected. She blinked, "We do?" He met her eyes once more, the molten gold pinning her, holding her captive. "We've known for some time" he admitted.
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