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Proserpina	By : Cathartesaura Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 19897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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As the day dragged on it became increasingly difficult to keep pace with the swaying back end of the dragon. The pressure of the rope around her neck was a constant ache, and as the sun moved higher in the sky it beat down until Kagome�s hair was damp with sweat. Her mouth was dry from the gag and her hands were slowly going numb from being held too long in the same position.
Sesshomaru kept up the same relentless pace without ever looking back at her.
Eventually the shadows began to lengthen and the heat of the day was past. Kagome kept waiting for Sesshomaru to let them take a break, but he never did. Didn�t he need to eat? Didn�t he ever rest? Apparently not. She began to watch for landmarks ahead of them, telling herself that they would stop when they got to that tree, that rock � but the rock and tree would come and go without pause.
She assumed they were travelling to avoid Inuyasha and the others. Maybe she should be trying to stall or something, but it was taking all of her energy merely to keep up. She searched inside herself for her miko powers, but even though she could feel them under her skin, they slipped through her grasp like water. She was too scared and tired to concentrate, and she had never been properly trained.
Finally she tripped over a rock she hadn�t seen and fell heavily, unable to save herself with her arms behind her back.
A firm hand gripped her shoulder before she strangled, hauling her up on her feet. Kagome leaned thankfully against the dragon, taking deep, panting breaths.
Sesshomaru observed her without any visible emotion. �Perhaps we will take a rest,� he intoned at last. Kagome sagged in relief.
He untied the other end of the rope from the saddle and led her to a spot beneath some trees. She watched with a scowl as he looped the end around a thick trunk and secured it. He ignored her dark look. �Do you require sustenance?�
Kagome had eaten nothing all day, and her stomach twisted painfully. But she could not endure the thought of Sesshomaru bringing her food. She would not eat while she was with him. She shook her head no.
Sesshomaru knew perfectly well that humans required frequent nutrition � it seemed to him like Rin was always hungry � but he did not press the issue. If the foolish woman did not wish to eat, he would let her starve.
He hesitated over what he was about to do, although there was no outward sign of his uncertainty. It was not the stirrings of his conscience that troubled him, only his distaste for human flesh, and for the unpleasantness that was likely to ensue. Contrary to popular opinion, he did not particularly enjoy cruelty, even when directed at pitiful humans. However, he had long intended to teach the miserable hanyou a lesson, and this was an opportunity he could not pass up.
He returned his attention to Kagome, who was leaning against the tree trying to recover. Slowly, he removed his sharp armor and both his swords.
Kagome caught sight of the peculiar intensity with which he was regarding her, and her eyes became wide and fearful. She tried to huddle back against the tree, but there was nowhere to go.
�You will lie back,� he instructed calmly.
Kagome felt her fear spike a notch, and she whimpered a little, making no move to obey him.
He sighed and reached for her ankles, sneering when she tried to kick him away. Easily he grabbed her feet and pulled them straight.
Kagome was making continues low whimpers as he retied her wrists to the tree above her head, using the loop of rope from around her neck. When he was sure she could not pull away, he took her by the hips and tugged her forward, ignoring her terrified sobs.
Soon she was stretched out on her back, and Sesshomaru settled his weight on top of her thighs, pinning her down. �You do not need to fear,� he told her stiffly, �It is not my intention to take your . . . virtue. I am merely sending a message to that fool, Inuyasha.�
Somehow Kagome was not reassured. She stared up at him with pleading, pitiful eyes, trying to wrench her body away from him at the same time, but she could not move at all.
Sesshomaru gripped her chin and turned it up, baring her pretty neck, before turning her head away from him. Then he reached for the hem of her shirt, sliding it slowly up her stomach.
Kagome�s entire body tensed and she tried to scream through the gag, but it was no use. Of all the nights to creep out away from the camp . . . she had thrown her clothes on over her pajamas, and she was not wearing a bra. As he pulled up her shirt and her undershirt, her young, full breasts were exposed, jutting forward as a consequence of the position of her arms.
One of his hands � the human one � came up to cup a breast, almost cautiously, testing the weight. Kagome could not move away. He began to massage it firmly, running his thumb over the nipple. Any struggling on her part merely pushed her breast further into his hand, and Kagome soon gave up, falling back with her eyes clenched shut.
He continued to knead her firmly, the other hand coming up to cradle the other breast and move in tandem. It felt strange and rough, the scales catching on her delicate skin. The contrast made her shudder. He was rubbing his scent into her breasts, marking her � although Kagome couldn�t detect it, Inuyasha certainly would.
When he was satisfied that his scent was deeply embedded, he moved away from her breasts, sliding both hands down her sides to her waist. He shifted his position down her body and pushed up the remains of her already-short skirt, revealing her plain white underwear.
Kagome groaned and resumed her frantic struggling, desperate to get out from under him, but it was no use. She tried to focus her miko powers but they were faint and inaccessible, kept down by the furious pounding of her pulse and the fear that tightened her limbs.
Sesshomaru slipped a hand between her legs, resting against her cloth-covered womanhood, giving her a chance to get used to the sensation. He could tell she had never been touched here by a man before, and he felt a brief stab of pity for her fear.
�You will not be harmed, human,� he said, his voice cold. At the same time, he stroked her through her panties, and Kagome yelped and tried to shrink away.
�Your choices are very simple,� he told her firmly, moving his hand in a slow circle. �I can use this hand � � he held up the white, human-looking one � �Or, if you refuse to cooperate, this one.� Kagome stared at the wicked-looking dragon claws, extending an inch from the ends of his fingers. Silently, she dropped her gaze and ceased her resistance.
Sesshomaru continued his attention to her body, pushing the fabric to one side to bare more of her skin. Now finding her compliant, he brought her knees up, spreading her legs open and pinning them in place.
Kagome wished that the earth would swallow her up. She fought not to jerk back as Sesshomaru probed her most sensitive, secret place, holding her down with the dragon hand. She felt him cut through her underwear with a single claw before they were pulled away. Then his hands returned to the place between her legs, stroking and massaging what he found there. She could only moan and try to keep still.
Sesshomaru examined the tight little rosette that was presented to him so nicely. He was amazed to feel his groin stirring in response � this was almost unthinkable, as he had not been aroused by a female since the days of his first rut. It had been several hundred years since he�d last had sex, and he�d thought himself done with such foolishness. Certainly it was impossible that a mere human would attract him. He supposed it was the power that he found appealing, and the fact that the woman belonged to his hated younger brother.
Nonetheless, it was certainly true that he was slowly hardening. The woman�s sweet smell was calling to him, and his dog side wanted to taste her. This would be disgusting, of course; she was no doubt unclean. Having said that, she certainly a virgin, and the temptation was almost overwhelming . . .
Holding her firmly in place, he bent between her spread legs and took a careful sniff. There was not much sign of arousal, which was probably to be expected, but her fear gave her a spicy tang that was just as alluring. Warily, he stuck out his tongue to get a taste.
She was delicious; pure and fresh. While Kagome tossed her head from side to side, straining to pull away, Sesshomaru licked hungrily between her legs, his rough tongue sliding over her delicate folds. Along with her terror he could taste the first faint stirrings of pleasure, mixed up in anger and humiliation. He could also taste a hint of her sweet springtime powers, hiding just below the surface of her skin - the ability to make things grow, make them clean. For now those powers were safely locked away.
She cried out brokenly, obviously a plea for him to stop.
Finally he pulled back, taking pity on her misery. Her face was flushed and tense, her legs trembling, her whole body stiff. He returned to his original task, the business of marking his scent on her body. Steadying her carefully he pressed a long finger against the opening of her tight channel, then worked his way forward, rubbing his scent inside of her to the accompaniment of her deep groan.
She was very tight; Inuyasha would have his work cut out for him if he wanted to rut with her. Sesshomaru had to be gentle as he pumped his finger in and out, even though he could not feel her virgin barrier. He knew some women tore it through rough activity, or even broke it themselves, like the demon slayers were said to do. At any rate it was convenient now as it gave him the chance to push all the way into her, imagining his brother�s fury when the insult was discovered.
It was done. Sesshomaru could smell himself everywhere on her body, announcing that he had been there. He withdrew from her, wiping his hands, and studying her face � she was biting down hard on the gag in her mouth, her eyes glassy with tears. He sighed. What the hell was he going to do with her now?
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