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The Daimyō's Wife	By : loveneophyte Category: InuYasha > General Views: 2053 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 2 // Cold Hands
The words that had come out of his mouth were quite clear. In fact, Sango knew in the back of her mind that at some point in this arrangement, she would be expected to please her husband physically. To what extent or how often, Sango did not know. Many youkai felt disgusted with humans, the higher the rank, the more elitist they became. On the other hand, this also offered youkai an opportunity to live out personal fantasies that were otherwise unavailable unless taken by force. Sango knew very little of these things, and other than the very basics, her mother had often shied away from answering any questions that dealt with sexual matters.
But, it was a combination of her insecurity, anxiousness, and fear of the unknown that terrified her of the prospect of laying with this demon. She froze at his words, a warm red color spreading across her cheeks, embarrassment obvious on her face. She opened her mouth to reply but just couldn't find the words to express what she was feeling and therefore decided to just close it again, swallowing to provide a little moisture to her otherwise parched throat. Sango felt out of her element, the headstrong girl she had always been died away as soon as she stood in the presence of this demon.
Sesshomaru did not have to see her expression to know how she was feeling. The smell of her distress had assaulted his nose as soon as she had entered the castle walls. Her sadness tasted salty, an unpleasant flavor that lingered in his mouth. The closer he was to her, the more awful it became. Sesshomaru wanted to make this visit less of a social call, wanted to do what he was supposed to do, claim this woman as his property, show her her place and return to his room to rest and catch up on his reading. The thought of being with this woman was already repulsive, he could not even imagine touching her more than necessary. He would be quick about it. There was no need for sweet words and gentle touches. Even if he knew she was a virgin, it was obvious from her smell and even more evident from her current frozen state, he wanted to show her no affection.
He had only been in love once in his entire life. It had been so long ago that he had almost forgotten what it felt like. He had not forgotten the woman's face but he wanted to, it had been foolish for him to fall in love in the first place. He found himself briefly wondering if the human girl had ever been in love, had ever dreamed of falling in love and doing this very thing, being in a room very similar to this, or likely much humbler considering her status as a village girl, with the human boy she loved. He quickly dismissed the thought. It was of no consequence, he decided, after all, there was no need to dream about the unattainable, she would never know love, only responsibility. Her lack of movement annoyed him.
"Girl, are you deaf?" He asked, his tone sharper than he intended.
Sango felt as if her legs would give out under her as she stood to her feet, planting them firmly on the ground like an anchor, knowing that it would take little to bring her to the floor. The heaviness of the junihitoe, the twelve layers of silk were overbearingly heavy, along with the heaviness in her heart made it almost impossible to breathe. Her breaths came out shallow and drawn out, it was her way of willing herself to calm down. She felt sick to her stomach, the coldness of the Lord's stare almost too much for her.
Sesshomaru watched her with mild interest. He had not laid a hand on her and here she was on the verge of tears, her body trembling, the scent of her conflicted emotions thick in the air. She brought shaky hands to the tie around her waist, her hands unsteady. Frustrated by her incompetence, Sesshomaru towered over her, yanking the tie from her hands and pulling it from her body. He had had the pleasure of undressing many court ladies in his youth and had become an expert at pulling the complicated court dress apart. He never understood the need for so many layers.
Sango could not help but to whimper, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes and threatening to spill out as the demon lord pulled each layer from her body, piece by piece, yanking the pieces of silk as he undressed her to his will. It was as if he was unwrapping a present, no gentleness in his touch, ready to get to the very thing he was there for. He did so until he reached the undergarments, the kosode kimono coming loose from the force of his touch, the hakama pants a thin material separating him from ravaging her body.
Sesshomaru could not stand the human woman's tears. Her tears irritated him. He was a great demon lord, she was right to fear him. And even if the thought of this woman, the thought of lowering himself to lay with this human woman made him hesitant to touch her body, he also felt compelled to calm her down. The son of two great demons, Sesshomaru had never seen his mother cry, regardless of the circumstances. Tears drove him crazy with anger, they represented everything that he could not have: emotion. He would never publicly admit that he possessed any emotion, years of practice had created a harden individual, indifferent towards the stench of death, apathetic to the carnage of battle. But deep down, Sesshomaru could remember experiencing something, feeling excitement, feeling sad, and if he thought long and hard he could have said that he remembered crying once as well, long ago when he was but a young pup. He needed to find a way to make it stop, even if for this moment, to give him some peace of mind.
"Stop crying," he commanded but his voice softened. But, Sango paid no mind to the change in his voice.
Sesshomaru took the human girl's chin and raised it up to inspect her face. For a human girl, her features were pleasant if not plain. In fact, it was her ordinary face that made it so peculiar to him, she probably looked just any other human woman her age, small, round face, brown eyes, long black hair. Youkai women, especially those of the dog variety, were often admired for their beauty. Sesshomaru wondered distantly if her plain face magnified its beauty just because he was so accustomed to the faces of youkai women. Her eyes were a deep, dark brown, that had grown tired and red from all the tears she had cried. There were traces of fear but most importantly a feeling of uncertainty. Focusing on the task ahead, Sesshomaru closed the gap between them, planting a soft kiss on the woman's mouth, mustering as much false compassion as he could until she melted into his touch, her shoulders relaxing, her breath evening out. The demon lord's lips curled into a knowing smile as he smelled the beginnings of her arousal. He would not love her, that would be an unreasonable, but he could take her, as many times as he wanted to. This was his first experience with a human woman and he could not help but to feel a natural curiosity. After all, she was now his property, his to control.
This was not Sango's first kiss. When she was a child, she had been kissed by a shy village boy on a dare. It was not as much kissing as it was two young children pressing their faces together and counting for ten seconds before pulling away and scrubbing away the imaginary evidence with the back of their hands. Sango could not remember what it had felt like, but it certainly could not have felt like this, the demon Lord's lips pressing against her making the sound of her beating heart pound in her ears, the tip of her ears red in shame of her own desire. She pressed herself against him, feeling a little dizzy and somewhat desperate, his soft kisses left her breathless. He suddenly pulled himself away from her, leaving her to stumble forward with the sudden motion. Keeping his eyes on her as he took off his armor and swords, letting them drop at his feet. He stripped himself of his clothing, layers of heavy silk that kept him comfortable and protected against the elements while he traveled were discarded and pooled at his feet until he was left in his hakama.
Sango kept perfectly still, but as he stripped layers of clothing, Sango felt increasingly aroused. The hairdresser was right, he was a very handsome demon, possibly the most handsome demon she had ever laid eyes on. Even as his eyes, a deep golden hue, looked back at her, Sango could not take her eyes away as more of his flesh came into view. He had the body of a warrior, a strong body bearing the markings he had on his face, Sango's hand instinctively reached out before she pulled it back towards her body, holding the forward hand to her chest. As he stepped away from the pool of silk at his feet, naked, Sango couldn't help but remember to be embarrassed. She did not dare look below his waist, she did not want to even get a glimpse of what monstrosity lay waiting for her.
Sesshomaru smiled. Then, with the confidence that only a daiyoukai could possess, walked towards her, pulling the rest of her clothing off before pushing her down to her knees.
"L-lord Sesshomaru,"she stuttered as he kneeled before her, pulling away the arms that had instinctively gone to cover her chest. "I-I've never..." She started but there was no need to finish, Sesshomaru already knew what she was thinking.
"Of course you haven't," he whispered, pushing her gentle to the floor and then towering over her on all fours, his beautiful, silver mane brushing against her bare arms.
He kissed her again, this time beckoning her mouth to open as he explored her, tasting the sweetness of her innocence. He had never had the pleasure of deflowering a woman before, not out of inability but rather out of personal preference. Virgins were needy, unsure, and most importantly, simply took too long to educate. But, he felt a sudden change of heart as he looked upon Sango: her young, supple body enticing him as she took deep, labored breaths. She smelled of purity and arousal, a unique combination that made him even more curious about the human woman.
Sango whimpered as Sesshomaru moved from her mouth to her neck, running his sharp teeth along the delicate skin of her neck. He could feel the rush of her blood moving through her body, its temperature increasingly warm as her arousal escalated. He ran one of his hands down the side of her naked body, admiring her smooth skin, his feather-like touch raising goosebumps across her stomach. Her little whimpers were exhilarating. She squirmed against his body, excitedly as he moved his kisses to her collarbone, nibbing softly on the skin there. The red marks he left behind would be with her for some time, temporary reminders of his ownership. Then, without warning, he took one of her breasts into his mouth, tendering moving his tongue around the pebbled nipple, her hips rising to grind against him, her body desperate to easy the building pressure in her pelvis.
"Tell me human, tell me what it is that you want," he whispered sensually in her ear, pulling her ear lobe into his mouth only to let it go with an erotic popping sound, a sound that rang in her ears.
"I-I couldn't," she replied bashfully.
He chuckled, a deep laugh that resonated against his ribcage. This experience was quite different to the ones he had had with the youkai woman he had slept with. This little human girl was so responsive, every little touch enticed shy sounds from her little red mouth. Her mouth parted slight, her eyes closed as she reacted to the changes in her body. Her long hair fanned underneath her, creating an image of utter bliss, a poster for wantonness. No, no youkai woman could show so much emotional and be so vulnerable. With inuyoukai in particular, the game of sex took a much more competitive and somewhat sinister turn. It was not about gentle touches and sweet words, foreplay was similar to engaging in combat, it all focused on dominating the other party. But here, he was barely doing anything and she had already come undone.
"Tell me..." He commended more forcefully, his sharp claws gently drawing circles into his belly, noticing the faintest reactions. Sesshomaru suddenly found himself aroused, ready to take her like he had promised.
Sango could not think. Her mind could not look beyond the feelings her body experienced. She needed something, it was almost as if her body was grasping for something but she could not put her finger on it. Her breath came out in measured pants, her chest rising up and down in a rushed pace as she found in increasingly difficult to take in a satisfying breath. She felt hot and then cold again, little goosebumps decorating more and more parts of her naked flesh. Was she cold? She couldn't be, her cheeks felt red hot; even without taking a look Sango knew that her face was red, the exertion accompanied by the embarrassment and her feelings of desire made for a confusing mix.
"P-please..." She responded softly, in almost a whisper and then it was as if something had clicked inside of the demon Lord.
Sesshomaru was a man of composure, in fact he had often been praised for his ability to remain unfazed in the heat of battle. So, he could not understand why he felt so suddenly compelled to stop, turn her onto her stomach, and enter her without warning. She screamed. Of course, she would, there was no gentleness in his actions as she may have expected after he had taken time to taste her so carefully.
"Stop...you're hurting me," Sango shouted but her words fell on deaf ears as he thrusted into her, her insides felt as if they were being ripped apart. Her body was in total shock. Sango was used to pain, it was part of her training as an exterminator and she often did get hurt in training but this feeling went far and beyond her pain threshold. Not only was he a man but he was a demon and as expected, her body was not up to such a sudden challenge. She grit her teeth as she tried to tolerate it, the feeling of his withdrawing only to enter her again made her feel sick to her stomach, her hands shaking as she dug her fingernails into the thick, straw mats underneath her hands.
Tears fell from her eyes. And just as Sango thought about how much more she would have to endure, it all suddenly ended as he paused, emptying his seed inside of her body, and pulling away and out of her. Sango could not bear to face him. The little electric shocks of pleasure she felt at the beginning of their encounter had turned into a sharp pain, on the verge of unbearable, making it impossible to move from the floor. She gave up trying to shift her position, the pain too much for her, so she willed herself to relax, slowly lying her head and closing her eyes as tears rolled down onto the tatami mats.
It was not long before the demon Lord had finished adjusting his clothing that he walked towards the doorway. He had absolutely nothing to say to her, he had done what was asked of him, he did not expect her to understand. Her scent told him that she was in pain and that too was not something to apologize for, it was only natural, he had heard, for a woman to experience pain the first time that she was with a man. Human women often had a difficult time with youkai lovers so he was mildly surprised that her crying was mostly silent, her strength surprised him. But most importantly, he was pleased with her silence.
"Lord Sesshomaru, may we enter to attend to Lady Sango?" A small voice politely inquired from the other side of the closed screen door.
He did not respond. Rather, he curtly pulled back the screen down, pushing past the attendant and Lady Meisho waiting at the door, heads bowed in submission, their eyes respectfully towards the floor. They were accustomed to his behavior. Lord Sesshomaru was a man of few words, so few it almost seemed as if he were saving all of his words for some special event. He rarely acknowledged them, and had been that way for as long as Lady Meisho could remember.
The women entered swiftly, attending to the scene of the ravished woman with little emotion and much efficiency. Sango distantly wondered if this was a common occurrence, the way they worked to get things out of the way before kneeling down with her, ready to comfort her of the pain of her newly found womanhood.
"Lady Sango, you are now a woman," Lady Meisho said with a sweet smile, her hands gently wiping away Sango's tears, pushing the hair away from her face as the attendant considerately washed her body, gently easing away the tension from the young human's body. "You must tolerate this two more nights and then Lord Sesshomaru shall bother you no longer," she reassured her. If Lady Meisho had not been a demoness herself, she would not have been able to figure out how the young human woman was feeling, her eyes glazed over with emptiness—but her scent told the entire story. Sango felt deflated, anxious, and afraid but most importantly, she was in unbearable pain and was trying to fight through it.
In the way of custom, a woman could only be considered part of the man's house if she stayed three nights. These days, the villages had adopted more modern approaches to the joining of households, often holding festivities in the village celebrating the life of the new family unit. In Sango's village, life was so much simpler. Not driven by rank or social class or wealth, women and men often married out of love and usually led very happy, if simple, lives. In the world of aristocratic youkai, however, things were strictly formal and suffocatingly traditional. Sango felt that she had barely survived this encounter but had little energy to dwell on the things of tomorrow. For now, pain dominated her mind.
With slow, measured movements, the attendant and Lady Meisho helped Sango to her feet, her legs unsteady and her body reminded her of the pain, strong surges of it traveling up and down her legs, her stomach in knots and beads of sweat forming on her temple. Sango bit her lip, tears welled in her eyes but she refused to let them go. Everything had started so kindly, what had Sango done wrong? Had he acted like a gentle lover only to give her a sense of security before acting so ruthlessly? Her father had always told her never to trust youkai. And her she was, not even a day away from her family, acting as if this had been the first time she had ever seen a demon.
Lady Meisho and the attendant helped Sango enter a bath that was located right behind her room. It had been an area especially made for her, one that brought in mineral water from the hot springs, naturally keeping the water at a pleasantly hot temperature. She winced from the pain of sitting down. Nevertheless, Lady Meisho was gentle, allowing her to take her time to sit down slowly, her muscles visibly relaxed when she had managed to sink into the hot bath. Lady Meisho took a seat by Sango's head, gathering her very long hair and pouring water on it. Her fingers working through knots in her hair with a comb and some oil. Sango was unsure of what was in the oil but it smelled of something floral and it made her feel sleepy.
"I know that you are in a lot of pain. If it is of any comfort, the first night with a man is painful for any youkai woman as well. You are a very brave woman, Lady Sango." She said and even though Sango could not figure out if they were empty consolations or actual words of comfort, she felt content and closed her eyes, slowly drifting to sleep. That night, Sango had no dreams.
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By the time Kagome had woken up, Kaede had already started the fire and was making breakfast. The smell of a delicious stew entered the hut, her stomach growling at the prospect of food. Kagome had been feverish since the previous day, her body recovering from expending too much spiritual energy. The old priestess, Kaede, had assumed she had been cursed and had gone through great lengths to exorcised the demons that she claimed were trying to feed on her spiritual energy. Kagome was not sure if she had possessed but somehow felt better, the old woman's knowledge never ceased to amaze her.
"Kagome, child, ye must go back to bed," the old woman protested, a scowl written on her face as she furrowed her eyebrows, adding to the many wrinkles on her face.
"I'm alright, Kaede!" She chirped back in response, taking a seat next to the fire, "plus, I am starving. I could really use a hot meal right now," she added with a smile, taking the stirring ladle from the old woman and gentle pushing her to sit down.
"Ye mustn't use all of your energy, child, a miko's spiritual energy depends on their health," the old woman stated. "Once, when I wasn't much younger than yourself..." The woman started but Kagome drifted off in thought.
Kagome nodded, she had heard all of it before. As the old priestess became older, her stories had become repetitive. Kagome had been living in the village for as long as she could remember, having been brought to Kaede after her village had been burned down by a rebel clan. Her parents had disappeared. At least, that was what she had been told. Some people believed that everyone excepted for a few of the children had been killed, the children spared because the rebel clan general could not put the blood of innocent children on his conscious. Others believed that the people from the village had been taken as slaves, the children being left behind by accident as they fled a counterattack by a demon nearby. But Kagome could not help but think that they were somewhere, waiting to be found.
Kagome took a bowl and served the old woman before serving herself and eating quietly. Soon, the old priestess had finished telling her story. It was the same one about how her sister, the great miko Kikyo, had once had to purify so many demons that she became sick. However, the next day, more demons came to the village that even in her sick state, she had to overcome her physical weakness to protect the village and had done so. Kikyo was dead now and had been dead for at least fifty years. Even so, Kaede often spoke of her late sister with much admiration. Kaede often said that Kagome reminded her of the great miko. Kagome could only hope to possess a third of the power the late priestess had but was still learning how to harness her spiritual energy. But, Kagome was happy to serve the old woman as a reminder of her past, it was the least she could do to repay her for her generosity and kindness.
"Child, once you've finished, go to the Sacred Tree in the forest, there at the base of the tree you will find some flowers, they are blue in color and about ye high," the old woman explained, holding her hand close to the ground to show Kagome with great detail. "bring them here, Sato of the village has been bound to his bed for three days now. I've got it in my mind to make him a good tea for his ailments," the woman explained.
Kagome nodded with great eagerness. It had been some time since she had been allowed to travel away from the village. Even if the forest was but a short walk away, Kaede had kept her busy at the village shrine, practicing, reading, and meditating to strengthen her mind and in turn further her miko ability. The old woman was getting older each day and her power was slowly diminishing. It was of utmost importance that Kagome trained well and trained quickly.
Kagome felt naturally drawn to the forest. It was her natural curiosity, her mind often wondered about the secrets that hid under the great big trees. And, even though she was hesitant to say it out loud, Kagome knew that she was particularly drawn to the forest because of him. The half-demon Inuyasha that she had heard stories about since she was but a young girl. Kaede told her of the love story between her sister and the half-demon, it started as an unusually romantic tale of two young people curiously falling in love, who they were of little consequence to the love that grew between them. But, the half-demon had betrayed the great miko, and in a twist of fate, the two suddenly found themselves at odds with each other. Kikyo sealed him to the Sacred Tree with her sacred arrow and then died, a painful death, in order to keep the Sacred Jewel from any other demon that threatened to use it for evil.
Once, Kagome had ran into the forest at night, looking for the half-demon Inuyasha, but when she found the Sacred Tree and found no one upon it, she had decided that it was just a fairy tale. Or, a distorted memory. Kagome had been disappointed at her discovery, but found it hard not to imagine the sight of what she assumed to be a young boy, handsome with silver hair, slumbering peacefully upon the tree.
The young miko looked up at the great tree, admiring it's height in amazement. Even though the sun was high in the sky, its leaves shielded her from the rays of the sun, a soft light floating down and warming her face. The wind blew softly. In the day, the forest was a haven for small forest animals, but at night, Kagome could only image the demonic activity that the forest attracted. After all, the village was a point of interest, Kaede was now the protector of the Sacred Jewel, and it attracted the attention of demons wishing to possess it and become more powerful. Kagome picked the flowers at the base of the tree, taking handfuls and stuffing them into her pouch.
But, before she could leave, she admired the tree once again. Her hand reached out to touch the sturdy trunk, her fingers tracing the spot where she had always imagined Inuyasha to be, even though she had never laid eyes on him, she felt connected to him. Deep down inside, in a way that she could not understand, she felt inexplicably drawn to this very spot.
"Don't they teach you human girls not to come into the forest all alone? That's how stupid girls like you get killed," a voice, deep and filled with bitterness, shook her from her private thoughts.
Kagome froze only to slowly turn around, her hand reaching for the bow at her back until she caught sight of the demon before her. His golden eyes looked inquisitively at her, his long, silver hair flowed down his back freely, the soft, dog ears at the top of his head drawing her attention and bringing her to a shocking realization.
"I-Inuyasha!" She shouted in surprise.
His serious expression broke into a malicious grin.
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