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Spiel Mit Mir	By : botticelliangel Category: InuYasha > Yaoi - Male/Male > InuYasha/Sessh?maru > InuYasha/Sessh?maru Views: 15039 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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This was the most awkward situation Inuyasha could ever imagine being in, and he was silently fuming that his friends were all acting like they didn’t even know it. So he just kept his fists clenched and his nose following the fucking awful scent of Naraku through the mountains.

He didn’t know exactly why Naraku’s scent returned, but it did. Sesshomaru theorized that the blast of purification from Kikyo was enough to stop Naraku’s wretched transformation.

The problem was that none of them knew how long that would last for.

And with each passing second of smelling his hated enemy in the cold wind of the mountains and not being able to rend his flesh from his bones, Inuyasha was growing anxious.

“Will you hurry up?” He called back to his friends irritated that they were moving so slow. He wasn’t surprised to receive a few dirty looks, mostly from Sango and Miroku, who had both been injured in the last battle. They had wanted to stay at Tamamo’s castle to rest, and the kitsune had offered them her roof for another night, but Inuyasha couldn’t sit still. He couldn’t just stay there. He was a man of action, and he was the alpha of their pack.

Despite protests his friends followed when he left.

“Sit.” Kagome commanded as a response to his insensitivity, but he knew, even as he kissed the dirt that she was mad because he didn’t know how to act with Kikyo in the group.

He had no idea how to act and that was almost as distressing as not being able to just take Naraku out. Inuyasha felt unsettled, insecure, and anxious. And all those damn feelings were getting on his fucking nerves. He was going to go crazy if he couldn’t claw his way into something solid soon. He ate the dirt and found the situation to be doubly vexing, because Sesshomaru was acting weird in Kikyo’s presence too.

And here Inuyasha thought he might have some support from his brother at least…

Yeah fucking right.

“Inuyasha, we have to stop.” Sango said forcefully, and Inuyasha growled into the cold dirt of the mountain path in aggravation.

“And lose our opportunity!” Inuyasha managed to scream out before getting his face slammed into the ground again, except this time he didn’t hear Kagome say the subduing word. His ears were too full of dirt.

“Dog breath is too impatient.” Kouga grumbled, and Inuyasha did hear that because he could smell the wolf prince right next to him. In fact Kouga was poking his side with a sharp claw as if testing to see if he was still alive. Kouga hadn’t been a part of the battle against Naraku, but that didn’t mean he was idle the whole time.

Inuyasha could smell the wolf prince’s blood fresh on his fur. It was a sign of honor among demons he supposed. Kouga didn’t seem inclined to wash his battle scars even though he did accept ointment from Kagome to rub on the already healing gashes.

While the rest of them confronted Naraku, Kouga had spent the time battling Byakuya.

The wolf prince proudly refused to talk about it, except to say that he defeated the sorcerer of dreams. Rin had elaborated on the happenings telling everyone that Kouga had saved her from Byakuya at the cost of getting his jewel shards ripped out of his legs.

“It wasn’t for you, kid.” Kouga had scoffed haughtily, while the rest of them made the uneasy realization that the only jewel shard that was left for Naraku to collect was the one tying Kohaku to life.

Naraku would definitely come after them soon.

Inuyasha was pulled up off of the ground and set on his feet by his brother’s strong grasp. Sesshomaru was wearing a little frown while he looked at him.

“You’re covered in dirt.” He said nonchalantly, and Inuyasha growled. Sesshomaru set about brushing dirt off of Inuyasha’s haori as if he was a child who got dirty rough housing with friends.

“Yeah, in case you missed it I’ve been kissing the ground for the last five minutes.” Inuyasha huffed ignoring that Sesshomaru was roughly patting his clothing down. Dust curled up from his clothes and made his nose itch. His comment only got him hit right where it hurts… Inuyasha lost his breath and doubled over in pain.

Sesshomaru didn’t even look back when Inuyasha just stood there bent over with his hands gripping his crotch as if that could take away some of the pain.

Eventually it did subside and he grumbled and went to sit with his friends around a quickly constructed camp fire. Even with the light of the fire it was cold.

“Here, Inuyasha.” Kagome said handing him some bandages and the metallic smelling cream from her home. “You can dress Miroku’s wounds.”

Inuyasha scowled at her and then took the bandages and the cream. He knew she was just trying to give him something to do to so that he wasn’t so antsy. Kikyo was tending to Sango, and Kagome looked like she was more interested in preparing food. No one had eaten anything since they left Tamamo’s abode in a rush, because of him.

“Uh… but Lady Kagome…” Miroku protested trying to sound as pleadingly as he could, “No offense to Inuyasha, but I think I’m injured enough to deserve your healing hands.”

“Knock it off bozo. If Sango’s leg wasn’t practically broken she’d come over here and hit you.” Inuyasha grumbled and turned to his friend grabbing the monk’s robe forcing him to shed his top quickly. Inuyasha frowned looking at the expanse of his friend’s chest. Bruising flowered up on the monk’s chest like a giant purple bouquet, and with it was a few aggravated cuts. Nothing deep, but Inuyasha was sure it hurt like hell.

Miroku laughed nervously as Inuyasha squeezed a generous amount of the cream onto his fingers.

“Yeah… that’s not what I am worried about.” His friend whispered and then made a small gesture to the other side of the campfire. Inuyasha glanced over to where the gesture was directed and saw Sesshomaru sitting with Rin. Sesshomaru was taking a cup of weak tea from Rin, who had decided to take it upon herself to make some with the last of their tea leaves. It was practically nothing more than hot water at this point. Sesshomaru grabbed the cup gracefully, but Inuyasha could see that his brother was watching him out of the corner of his eyes.

Oh… Inuyasha thought. Miroku was afraid of Sesshomaru. Well Inuyasha wasn’t afraid of his brother at all, and itching to get back at him for hitting him. A little curiosity filled his mind and he wondered if he could get Sesshomaru jealous. Not that getting Sesshomaru jealous would accomplish anything except maybe them getting in a fight again. If they got in a fight it would at least break the tension that settled around them since Kikyo joined their group.

But he knew where that fighting tended to lead now, and Inuyasha didn’t feel like he had the guts enough to wander away with the intention of fucking his brother while both Kikyo and Kagome watched…

Inuyasha was so concentrated on his dilemma of whether or not he should even attempt to wring some kind of jealous response from Sesshomaru that he completely lost track of what he was doing.

“Inuyasha, stop it.” Miroku said, and sounded embarrassed.

“Huh?” Inuyasha intoned and then realized he was methodically rubbing the healing cream into Miroku’s chest in such a way that it looked like he was feeling the monk up rather than trying to heal him. His fingers swirled around Miroku’s nipple in one more absent minded swoop, and then Inuyasha huffed and pulled his hand away. He had the urge to slap the monk in the same way that the girls did when they felt he was being perverse. “Stop thinking like a dirty old man, Miroku. Do this yourself.”

And with that Inuyasha dropped the bandages into Miroku’s lap and stood up. He tried to look strong and determined, like he was set on protecting his pack or something equally important. But Inuyasha couldn’t concentrate for very long and ended up walking a few circles around the camp site, growling to himself when he smelled the putrid blood of Naraku in the air, then teasing hints of Sesshomaru, bland rice that made his mouth water because he was hungry, and medicinal herbs that were astringent.

“Inuyasha, sit.” The command had him nose diving into the ground, as graceful as a water buffalo falling from the sky.

“However insufferable he is acting, that does not fall under our terms of agreement.” Sesshomaru voiced, clearly directing the words to Kagome. Inuyasha peeled himself off the ground, rubbing his bruised nose.

“What was that for?” He yelled.

“You’re making everyone nervous!” Kagome yelled back. “I tried to give you something to do all afternoon, but you’re so headstrong you can’t even start thinking about anyone else!”

“Yeah, Inuyasha, stop being so inconsiderate!” Shippo exclaimed jumping up and down in front of him. The kit had tears in his bright eyes, but Inuyasha wasn’t stupid. The kit had been crying all day because he was sick.

“You’re wrong.” Inuyasha grumbled, and made everyone hush. “I do think about everyone else. Shippo, you’ve been sick for a week. Sniffling and sneezing, you should be in bed sleeping, not traveling around with us. Sango’s been limping and favoring her right leg because she fell bad on her left one during the battle. I bet she can’t balance to throw the hirikotsu. Miroku needs to rest just as badly. Kagome, you have blisters on your feet because your shoes are too worn down from traveling. Rin’s been sick too. She broke out with a rash after taking that medicine you gave her for a headache, Kagome. She’s trying to hide it, but I’ve seen her scratching at her arms and chest.” Inuyasha huffed as they all stared at him and then at each other as if they hadn’t realized the extent of the problems plaguing the group.

“And they will all get better faster if you act calm, little brother.” Sesshomaru finally said. “You are the alpha of the pack. When you are anxious they will know and reflect it.”

Inuyasha just sat there and stared at his brother a little flabbergasted, but trying to be still because his words had some measure of sensibility to them. He clamped his mouth shut and tried to force his limbs to be unmovable when he saw Kagome sigh in exasperation.

“What’s your problem?” He asked edgily and then snapped his jaw shut again. She glared at him and made a little whistle of irritation.

It felt like they were going to fight, like the strings of patience had finally snapped, and all the fires of hell were going to break loose.

Thankfully they had friends who did not wish that upon them.

“Peace, please!” Miroku cried out, and they were rushed by their whole group of friends intervening, and the noise of words pleading for them to calm down. Everyone was feeling edgy. Everyone knew the end was near.

“You’re only fighting with each other because you’re in love and you don’t want to see her in pain, Inuyasha.” Shippo said while holding onto the sleeve of his haori with a death grip. Although the little kit’s words had a taunting tone to them they were undeniably wise. Sango giggled a little across from them where she was trying to soothe Kagome’s nerves. The littlest of their group sneezed after his words and Inuyasha flipped the kit around so that he way lying down.

“You’re right, Shippo.” Inuyasha said, and pulled off his fire-rat haori to wrap the kit up in. “I am worried. I care about everyone here. And I should be strong enough to protect you all.”

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru caught his attention, and handed him a cup of hot water presumably for the sick kitsune. “Strength is a tricky thing. It is about knowing your limits, and the limits of others. It is about acknowledging the strength in others.”

The words didn’t make him feel any less anxious, but Inuyasha tried to ground himself into his brother’s wisdom.

He just huffed and started taking care of Shippo the best he could.

“I’m sorry, Inuyasha.” Kagome whispered beside him and handed him a blanket for the sick kit. “I know you are just worried. It gets me irritated when I know it and can’t do anything for you.”

Sesshomaru laughed shortly.

“And yet again I see why you two have bonded.”

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” Kagome asked, but this time it sounded like she was just throwing light hearted banter to Sesshomaru. She was smiling, and Inuyasha caught the quick quirk of a smile on Sesshomaru’s face.

“That you are both insufferably childish.”

“Oh yeah! Well at least I’m not all stuffy like you. You know, Sesshomaru, you are only as old as you think you are.” Kagome fired back, still with a smile. Sesshomaru cocked his head to the side curiously, looked at her for a few moments and then turned to Inuyasha.

“Is that a human expression? I am sure that aging doesn’t work based off of willpower, especially not for weak humans.”

Sesshomaru flinched a little after he said the words, but only because Rin threw a cup at the back of his head.

Inuyasha watched bemused instead of irritated, and realized gratefully that Sesshomaru had helped him, and helped Kagome. Inuyasha chuckled as he watched Rin and Kagome playfully gang up on Sesshomaru and berate him for his ‘weak humans’ comment.

Only in his pack could he ever find two human girls lecturing a very powerful demon on etiquette.

But Inuyasha moved away cradling Shippo in his arms and laying the kit down into Kagome’s sleeping pack so that he could sleep.

Inuyasha could hear a rattling in the kit’s chest.

“Here, Inuyasha. I have made a poultice for his lungs.”

The voice jarred him, and he remembered one of the reasons why he was unhappy, and irritated. Inuyasha glanced up to see Kikyo holding onto a bowl of herbs that reeked like menthol.

She knelt next to him as if she didn’t notice his discomfort.

“Thank you.” Inuyasha said, trying to be polite when she deftly smeared the mashed up concoction onto Shippo’s chest. The kit sneezed once and then fitfully fell back to sleep.

“I am glad to see that you are living your life, Inuyasha.” Kikyo said beside him. Her tone was even and glassy. “You have reasons to live after you avenge my death. You have Kagome, and you have…” Inuyasha felt like she was searching for the words as she glanced back towards Sesshomaru, “You have him.”

“I do.” Inuyasha said, because there was no point in hiding it, no point in trying to justify it. Hell could swallow him up and he still wouldn’t give up Sesshomaru. He didn’t think Kikyo liked it too much because she didn’t say his name.

“Good.”

“Sesshomaru is my mate.” Inuyasha blurted out in a whisper. “Is that why you don’t say his name?”

There was a quiet space for a moment, extending out between them and reminding him of how long it had been since she was alive.

“Inuyasha, I am dead.” Kikyo began, “The fanciful wishes of gods are not to be judged by ones like me.”

The Bosatsu’s Curse… Inuyasha felt a little dumb, of course she could see it. Kikyo was trained to detect fluctuations in the nature of the world. She could sense the holy as easily as the demonic. She could probably see it on Sesshomaru as easily as Inuyasha could smell it.

She could probably see the bonds of their mating.

“Kikyo…”

“Inuyasha, it is not my place to tell you how to live,” Kikyo said and her words were reassuring. “The part of me that was living cares about you, Inuyasha. And therefore I would advise you to let him mark you before you lose him.”

“What?”

“The bosatsu who blessed him hasn’t been satisfied. Another youkai could take over your mark…”

“Never!” Inuyasha shouted scrambling to his feet. He could feel his youki stir up in rebellion at the thought, and felt the twisting feeling of losing control of his own skin.

*Spiel Mit Mir*

The feeling of Inuyasha’s problematic youki dissipated so quickly it felt like Sesshomaru had been dropped out of the clouds into the cold earth. But it was only because Sesshomaru had pulled his brother backwards, hypersensitive to the changes in his youki, and unwilling to wander about aimlessly with Inuyasha’s wild self.

He glared at the undead priestess, demanding an explanation with his gaze alone.

What could she have said that got Inuyasha so riled up? He wished he had been paying attention now, but wishing couldn’t change anything.

The clay priestess ignored Sesshomaru and looked straight to her target. Her glassy eyes were unnervingly life like considering her status as a dead person.

“Inuyasha, Naraku is strong enough to take him. In fact he has already started to take this youkai out from under your nose!” Sesshomaru frowned. “Naraku has created a faux bond by taking your brother’s arm.”

She had a point.

Sesshomaru knew of youkai who had been forced into mating a partner that they did not like by having parts of their youki stolen. And even though Naraku had access to Seshomaru’s youki through the wrongful possession of his arm, the dead priestess’ assumptions were somewhat faulty.

“Inuyasha will not lose me.” Sesshomaru asserted, assuming that Inuyasha’s youki reacted so explosively because of the instinctual need to protect his mate.

“Do you really want to risk it?” Kikyo shot back. “Naraku is expert at tearing people apart. If he even thinks he has a chance at stealing you through a mark then he will. It is foolish for you not to mark him, and allow Naraku any kind of opening.’

Sesshomaru set his jaw and held onto Inuyasha tight. His brother didn’t feel like the uncontrolled monster his youki could make him into right now, but Sesshomaru still wanted to comfort him. He wanted to protect Inuyasha from the words that the priestess was saying.

“Kikyo, it isn’t as simple as that…” Kagome tried to interject, but Kikyo waved the girl off.

“It is as simple as tha,t youkai,” Kikyo said, “You mark him here and now, and one more problem is adverted before it can begin.”

For a moment Sesshomaru was blindsided with the idea, with the very erotic, tempting idea to just bite down. He’d cum for sure, and Inuyasha would too. And then he was tumbled back into the world of reality where there were too many people around, and Inuyasha was slapping his arms.

“No not simple!” Inuyasha was fighting, and Sesshomaru pulled away from embracing his brother to avoid being hit. “Sesshomaru, the resting time would lay us flat like a fucking offering.”

Right, that would not be good.

“I have a suggestion.” Rin’s voice blurted out into the din of Inuyasha snarling out a protest, and the dead priestess expressing that she thought they were foolish for leaving the bond incomplete to begin with. Sliding back, Sesshomaru looked over his shoulder at Rin. She was standing with Kagome and holding onto one of the strange see through bottles that Kagome carried water in.

“What is it, Rin?” Sesshomaru asked. Rin pursed her lips together for a moment, and waited until both Inuyasha and Kikyo were listening too.

“We should go back to Bokusenoh.” She said a little hesitantly.

“Why?” Inuyasha asked, and then Rin looked lost. She fumbled with the bottle for a moment as if trying to drudge up some words. But she wasn’t given the opportunity to explain, because Kagome interrupted.

“Alright, I told Rin to tell you that.” She admitted. “I thought it would be obvious, but I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t want you two to think I’m trying to break you up.”

Sesshomaru stood puzzled for a moment and wished the girl would just get on with whatever plan she was hatching. He knew, for himself, that he wouldn’t have so many suspicions if she just came forth with her knowledge without deceit.

“The last time we were there Bokusenoh didn’t want to break your bond with Inuyasha because you both wanted it.” Kagome said pointing at Sesshomaru, “But now Naraku has your arm and has a connection to your youki. Because of that, I think Bokusenoh will be able to purify that connection without harming you.”

“But we have to go after Naraku!” Inuyasha exclaimed dumbly.

“No we don’t, Inuyasha.” Sesshomaru responded quickly seeing the value in Kagome’s suggestion. “We don’t have to go after him at all.”

“What? Have you lost your mind?” Inuyasha roared.

“You’re right.” The monk said with a voice the indicated he was joyfully enlightened.

“I don’t get it.” Sango said, and Sesshomaru watched as the wheels turned in Inuyasha’s head.

“We have the last shikon shard, with Kohaku.” Miroku explained, “We don’t have to go after Naraku anymore. He is the one who has to come for us. We can retreat and fight him on territory that we choose.”

“You want me to run away?” Inuyasha sounded aghast, and Sesshomaru sighed at his one mindedness.

“No. I want you to think about everyone.” Miroku argued, “It is winter. We don’t have any food, and it is difficult to get food in the mountains. If we choose our path we will be safer, have more access to food and medicine, and less chances to freeze to death.”

The monk’s words had merit, and Sesshomaru silently decided that if Inuyasha refused, he’d force his brother’s hand in this matter. Inuyasha was standing there irritated, with his arms crossed and his ears twitching.

“We could get ramen…” Kagome said in the most seductive tone Sesshomaru had ever heard come from her prudish little mouth. Inuyasha’s eyes slid towards her, and his little brother sighed.

“Fine. We’ll go. Can’t have you humans starving to death on me.” Inuyasha grumbled and turned his back on the group sniffing the air once and then turning to the southern face of the path through the mountains. “We’ll go after you’ve all slept.”

“Thank you, Inuyasha!” Kagome exclaimed and leaned into the gruff half breed kissing his cheek. Sesshomaru watched, and then stayed silent when their little group huddled around the campfire and settled down to sleep.

Sesshomaru gave up his haori to Rin so that she would stay warm though the night, and then went to Inuyasha’s side.

He was glad that Inuyasha saw reason, and gave into the wise decision to retreat. Their original plan for heading north had vanished after all. There was no reason to embark on something so dangerous that held no possibility of reward.

“Inuyasha,” Sesshomaru whispered and then tugged on his brother’s shirt, pulling his warm body close. “You’re doing the right thing.”

Inuyasha didn’t respond except to flick his ears, and grab onto Sesshomaru’s hand.

“Sesshomaru,” he breathed, his exhalations making mist in the cold air. His hand squeezed around Sesshomaru’s fingers. That little gesture was all Sesshomaru needed. He pulled Inuyasha backwards, and sat back against a nearby tree ensuring that Inuyasha fell into his lap.

“Go to sleep, little brother. I’ll keep watch.”

"When Naraku's dead, I want you to mark me." Inuyasha whispered. Sesshomaru's heart beat faster. "I love you."

*Spiel Mit Mir*

He made his entrance with a pulsing of his evil heart, and the overwhelming poison of his youki. Some of the guards for Inukimi’s spirit castle fell where they stood, lungs dissolving in the poison haze. He could hear them gurgling for breath, drowning in their own rancid blood.

Naraku snarled and shoved one guard away. Damn the irritation of having to deal with anyone who was a little more resilient to his miasma than the rest. His whole body burned, and the seepage of poison was like bleeding out of a sore wound. Coloring the world around him with death, he leaked.

Another guard rushed him, and Naraku gritted his teeth annoyed and in pain. He ground his teeth together, felt the release of his tentacles erupting from his flesh and surrounding the damn fool trying to rush him with a pike.

He crushed, sucked, and drained the youkai of all that was him.

“Weak.” Naraku whispered rubbing his chapped lips together. He needed water direly, and rest even more. And it was all because of that damn Kikyo; the woman he couldn’t have. Inuyasha and Sesshomaru would be only memories now if she hadn’t interfered.

“Little spider, stop your tantrum.” Inukimi’s voice reached him through the fog of his pain, and the quick patch up that the dead guard’s youki gave him.

Naraku withdrew into himself, and looked towards the frigidly beautiful demon. Inukimi had come out of the castle at the ruckus he created. Her hair was unfastened and tangled in the slight breeze of the winter air. He lurched forward towards her and felt his skin open.

She caught him easily, because he was still wearing the skin of her son and she was still enamored by it. She bent to kiss his forehead, and ignored the miasma darkening the world around them. She ignored his brackish blood staining his clothes and seeping onto her expensive robes.

“You don’t have to pretend to be motherly, my lady.” Naraku hissed and yanked her by the back of her neck so that she was forced to place her thin lips against his. “I’m sure no one believes that charade anymore.”

He kissed her rough. He bit into her flesh, and sucked on the rich strong blood that filled his mouth. Her youki was strong and exhilarating. She gave him a rush of vitality, and then smacked him hard across his burning face.

“I have already told you there are rules to this. If you cannot follow them you will be punished.” Inukimi growled with her cheek against his. “And pull yourself together. I have ensured my guards only think you are my son.”

Naraku laughed low and grabbed the small waist of the demon in front of him.

He kissed her hard again.

“You’re just a sick little girl who’s never grown up.” He growled back, sliding his hands into her robe, gripping the firm mounds of her breasts. “You’re used up. Isn’t that what the lords of the land say about you? So frigid, the great Inukimi would never take another husband.”

She swatted his hands away and scratched the surface of his skin with her claws. Naraku growled and held on tighter, squeezing her to him in a mockery of a familial embrace.

“You ignore strong men, and then you act like a heated bitch when I wear your son’s skin.” Naraku chuckled into the flyaway strands of her hair as she gasped under his touch. He lifted her wrist to his face and bit down hard, piercing delicate pale skin with fangs. Her rich blood filled his mouth, and the shot of her youki mended him.

“You make Sesshomaru into someone that is missed.” Inukimi said distantly. “Even when you wear my son’s marks, and his eyes, you look nothing like Sesshomaru. You bring something darker, something impish to his face. It’s like you’re a ghost.”

“A ghost of the man you loved.” Naraku said and buried his burning face into her neck, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh of her earlobe. “But not the father of your son?”

Inukimi gasped and Naraku could feel the swell of something dark in her, choking her, swirling around her throat. He tore through her earlobe with one fang, and drank her dark blood.

“No, the man I loved was not Sesshomaru’s father at all.” Inukimi turned around and kissed his face, letting her tongue peek out to swipe over the stripes that he stole from her son. “He was more like you.”

“You like that I am like him.” Naraku cooed and shivered at the wet warmth of her tongue. “And you can never talk about him because you have a responsibility as a mother.”

“You wouldn’t understand what a woman has to give up to raise a child.” She responded in a whisper. “Just play the right part, my little spider, and get your reward.”

“I can do better than that, Inukimi.” Naraku growled and caught stolen claws on her kimono. She turned her pale face away from him, closing her cool amber eyes, and Naraku knew just how to hook her. He lifted his stolen arm, still stinging with the burn of purification and touched the pads of his fingers against the long column of her throat. She swallowed hard under his touch. “Let me see your memories, and I can give you the things that you want so badly.” She trembled under his touch, no longer the Empress of the clouds, but a woman in a man’s arms. “Let me see, and let me mark you. Then you can live with everything you’ve ever wanted.”

“As a lie,” Inukimi responded a bit of cold coming back into her voice, “Nothing, not even Tensaiga could bring him back.”

“And you would be less miserable going on as you are now? Cursed to never say the name of the one you truly loved? Stuck being a prude matron because you know other lords would use you for your prestige? You know I could break this little curse on your voice. I could give you freedom, and I don’t even mind if you call me by his name.”

Inukimi’s eyes widened at his words, hope and desperation painting her beautiful in the drudgery of his blood. Her lips trembled and he kissed her endeavoring to make her long for his promises.

“Yes.” She said and lifted her eyes to his. “Break the curse and I’ll mate with you.”

Thanks for reading! Reviews are appreciated and loved :) One chapter to go! And then the sequel is coming out.
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