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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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Lilian sat in the library, pouring over old texts dealing with the Mekharat. She was beginning to feel like something was wrong with her. Youko was not a low level demon, his power should have awakened her, but it hadn't. Well it hadn't awakened her powers but it had unearthed a part of her that she'd forgotten about. Well, mostly. Closing her eyes, she felt again, his hands caressing so gently across her flesh. Touching her tenderly as one might a skittish mare. How long had she wished for such touches? Such passion, such burning pleasure that it left her breathless and aching. Yes, Youko had given her these things, and she didn't doubt he held some affection for her. But was that all it was? A duty tinged with some modicum of care? She shook her head, not bearing to consider that. She'd been in the hands of lovers who had claimed lofty admirations and left her far from where the fox had taken her. The world was all the more confusing to her. She was human, a weapon meant to keep peace and balance between demons and humankind. She was deeply attracted to her two demon guardians, her feelings for them and the depth was not something she felt comfortable unwrapping and holding up to the light. Not yet. The whispers of the previous Mekharats sang in her head. Voices of love and tolerance, voices of hatred and bitterness. Planting seeds of hope and doubt in their course and leaving her to wonder what she could trust. Who she could trust. "Not even myself" she murmured as she flipped a vellum page, "I always chose wrong before. What is there to make this any different?". Her brow furrowed and she listened as the voice of anger became louder, the source of it appearing opposite her. The first Mekharat, draped so elegantly over the large chair. Her hair so black that it seemed impenetrable. Her flesh was pale, and her eyes, as bright as rubies. "You aren't human are you?" Lilian asked her. The Mekharat shrugged, "Half of one at least. The blood of humanity is enough to grace a Mekharat". Lilian pushed the book away, "Why then?" she demanded, "They are both your people". The Mekharat snorted, "People?" she asked coldly, "People would imply some level of civility, some refinement, anything that separates man from beast..... they are none of those things. You are a fool to think so". Lilian rose to her feet, "They are not all the same" she defended, "Sesshoumaru and Youko... they are good, they are decent! And show more human compassion than you ever could!" The Mekharat lunged to her feet, but much to Lilian's surprise she did not come closer. She merely laughed, a light sound like the tinkling of a thousand silver bells. "It is because you allowed his touch, that you feel so" she remarked, "You think they care for you? Because he gave you so much as you lie beneath him?" Lilian's eyes flashed but she remained silent. The Mekharat chuckled again, "It is his nature that satisfied you, nothing more. Demon males know of no other way. To procreate nature deems a female must be sated. It is nothing more than nature's afterthought.... and yet...... you put so much faith in it". She laughed again, cruelly, "Demon lovers are exquisite, I will not deny that. But that is all they are for, sport and then death. There can be no attachments between the species". Lilian swallowed hard, trying to block her words, "But you... you are the product of that union. You are the proof of that attachment". The crimson eyed woman sniffed lightly, her eyes growing colder and more disdainful, "Hardly. Mark my words.... it is a choice, a simple choice, but a matter of life and death. You would do well to listen to my words in your choosing. Them or you". She faded from sight as the last of those horrid words fell from her lips. Lilian felt the blinding pain behind her eyes that came with this apparition. She closed them tightly, squeezing moisture to the line of her lashes, her hand pressed to her brow. "I can't do this" she whispered, her voice soft in the prevailing silence. The sorrow moving through the space around her. "I can't. How can I?" She sank to the floor, her silken robes pooling around her, glowing golden in the firelight. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beyond the door, Sesshoumaru stood, hands fisted at his sides. He listened to the one sided argument, knowing that the visions tormented her once more. Against them he was powerless, and this irked him to his very core. He listened to the heartbreak in her voice and suppressed the urge to charge into the room and demand she cease at once. She was the Mekharat. They didn't cry and carry on, they fought and did the best they could. But she was also a woman hunted, and the woman that he was slowly growing to care too deeply for. Unclenching his hands, he pressed his palm silently against the wood, willing her to be strong. To hold fast to her belief in them, and herself. Without them she was lost. "I'll not let you fall Lilian. Not alone" he whispered. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lilian lifted her head several minutes later. "What the hell is the matter with me?" she growled to herself. All the years she had served, all the hardships she'd overcome. She knew better than to cry like this, it did nothing save make her head ache. She had an enemy to face once again and she understood that she might not defeat him. That was not an unfamiliar feeling. Why then the tears now? "Because of them" she whispered, hanging her head in shame, "If it was only myself perhaps it wouldn't worry me so much". That was true. She'd never cared much for her own safety, perhaps the reason for her many wild and suicidal missions. Yet she'd always come back. She'd planned carefully, but never spared time for worry. It wasn't her style. Until they'd given her soldiers. The weight of another's life was far heavier than your own, something she'd learned early on. She was unwilling to risk others, one of the factors that had led her from a life of warfare and battlefields. She'd wanted something different. Something normal, something simple and quiet. But that life, it seemed, hadn't wanted her. She'd tried so hard to fit in, to move away from the mentality of her past. It hadn't helped. She'd become reclusive, withdrawing from family and friends. Poured herself into her work, tried to lose herself really. And she'd nearly succeeded, only to find she didn't really want that. She wanted to be loved and hugged and laugh about normal things. She'd agreed to go that ball, to test her wings so to speak. She chuckled mirthlessly. Had her life ever been so screwed up? She sighed and rested her head against the wall, that wasn't true either. She'd grown to care about someone. Two of them. They didn't seem to care that she was broken. They were fighters and that camaraderie was something she had missed for a very long time. It was more than that though. Lilian decided to be brutally honest with herself at that moment. Life hadn't mattered so much until they came. Because they mattered, they made her feel like she mattered. "It might all be duty" she muttered, "It might be a lie, all of it, but damn it for now it's mine. That bitch doesn't know them, and I might not understand them all the time, but they are far too honorable to be what she says". She rose to her feet, "Now I just have to find a way to kick his ass and hers". She was smoothing her robes when the door flew open. Sesshoumaru stood framed in the dark wood, like some avenging pagan god. His silver hair floating around him. Her eyes went wide as she drank him in. He saw her there, standing alone in the firelight, her eyes wide with question but not fear. Her shoulders straight, her lips set in a determined line. He crossed the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him. He advanced on her, his golden eyes like blazing suns in the half light. "Your spirit pleases me" he growled to her. coming to stand toe to toe with her. She tilted her head all the way back to meet his gaze, only to find herself swiftly pinned to the wall. She was vaguely aware of his arm curled at her waist, his other pillowing her head from the impact of the action. She managed a small squeak before his lips closed over hers. Despite his aggressive tactics, she found his kiss to be gentle. His silken lips moving with delicious pressure against her own. She felt the moist touch of his tongue lapping at her lip and opened for him, her hands sliding into the wealth of his hair, "I hate your hair" she muttered as he pulled back slightly. He smirked against her mouth, "Little liar". Lights burst behind her eyes at his thorough kiss. His tongue sliding lightly against hers, fangs brushing her lips. When he got tired of bending to her, he simply lifted her against the wall. Dangling in his grip, Lilian was aware of only one thing. The magic that his kiss wrought. Unlike Youko who was eager to seduce, Sesshoumaru was much the conqueror and she revelled in that heat. His power was undeniable, like his appeal. What woman wouldn't fall under his spell? Even with his wonderful personality, he was a force of nature and she was lost to him. Sesshoumaru had the sense of mind to manuever towards the chamber a few minutes later. She was curled against his chest, held in his arms as he strode towards the destination of many delights. She didn't mind that he was silent, his ways were familiar to her now. She curled the luxurious shining locks around her fingers, marveling that a guy could get so lucky. 'Petting my hair' he murmured in her mind, 'I can give you far more to pet I assure you'. Her cheeks flushed at his comment and she looked up at him, a strange gleam in his eye. Feeling all to safe, she smirked and yanked lightly on the tresses in her grip. He growled softly to her and she laughed softly, tugging again. Sesshoumaru found he could not pretend to be angry. She was acting so carefree in his embrace, how he had wanted to see her for so long. It was right. Her, in his arms, in his thoughts...... He set her down softly as they entered the candlelit chamber. The softer touches clearly the work of the meddling fox. Sesshoumaru pinned his prey with his heated stare, his nostrils flaring slightly as the scent of her rising passion reached him. She noticed of course and turned another shade of red. She looked away from him, back towards the bed, suddenly feeling the urge to babble like an idiot. 'Don't' he said in her mind. She lifted her brow but remained silent, not eager to turn and view him as she heard the rustle of silks behind her. 'Nakednakednaked' she mentally chanted. He chuckled, moving to press against her back, lifting the sweet smelling curls of her hair and tossing them over her shoulder, "Indeed". His words with a soft thrumming rumble against her, his breath warm on the nape of her neck. A small shiver raced through her at his nearness. His hands moved to her shoulders, dragging softly over her sleeves and downward, until the ribbon like scraps of her clothing fell to the floor. "You guys could just ask" she pointed out. He wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her back fully into his body. She stiffened at the contact of something hard and heavy brushing against her back. His lips ghosted over the sensative flesh of her nape. A warm blossoming of lips, the lightest touch of his tongue, the finest scrape of deadly fangs. She leaned back further, relaxing into his strength. His lips moved to her ear, fangs tugging the lobe gently, "Submit to me" he whispered in the shell, the warm rush of air teasing the whorl, "Completely". Lilian made a small keening sound in the back of her throat, unable to form words. Her sound was timeless, the sound of the female seeking her male. Sesshoumaru turned her in his embrace, catching her sounds between his lips, locking them forever in his mind. Slowly he walked her backwards and when her knees hit the bed, he controlled the speed of their descent. His arms cushioning her. He was steel and heat, a weight that brought pleasure. His pale flesh radiant in the light, his hair forming a veil to hide them from the world. Her arms slithered around his neck, her body rising into his as he deepened the kiss. She grew restless beneath him as her need grew. His position between her thighs, allowed her to curl her legs around his, to trail her legs over his. Wanting, needing to be closer. To touch all of him that she could. He broke from her lips with a soft growl, the sound of his dominance. His hand fisting in her hair, even as her face pressed to the side, bearing the white column of her throat to him. Golden eyes fell on the blue vein beneath the surface, before his lips closed gently over the area, laving it with swirls of his tongue. She was most receptive to that he found, and so he spent his time there. It was his after all. She moaned as he nipped lightly, his hand trailing down to stroke soft circles on the flesh of her stomach. The demon lord was slowly working his way from her throat to her chest, nipping and kissing until the white flesh went red with love bites. Her nipples were ravaged by his questing mouth, leaving hardened nearly bruised flesh behind. She writhed against him, panting his name softly as he did so. His seeking fingers found the heart of her, slick with passion, more than ready for him. Her body tuned to his in a way that he'd rarely found. She cried out when his knuckle pressed against the hidden bundle of nerves. He lifted his face to look at her, pressing a kiss to her jaw, even as his finger slid deeper, curling to caress the walls of her body. She whimpered at the intense sensation, his clawed thumb moving to rest on the nub at the apex of her sex, as his elegant fingers moved slowly within her. Her brow furrowed, her eyes shut tightly, she tried to hide herself in the crook of his shoulder. He would not allow that, shrugging her gently into the open as he felt the first flutters beginning within her. Moments later, she splintered in his arms, crying out as he withdrew his fingers. Her eyes opened to find him staring at her, his glistening fingers held aloft. She watched, transfixed as his tongue moved with animal grace to collect the dew of her body from his hand. She blushed, and he growled low once again. Lilian felt a stab of panic, he wouldn't do that would he? He wouldn't press that level of intimacy on her would he? 'Not that you'd really mind' her mind supplied and she cursed it for a traitor. Sesshoumaru knew only too well what thoughts were beating in that lovely head of hers, and he fully intended to have all of her. He slid down her body, holing back his chuckle when her thighs clamped shut. As if she could keep him out. Her violet eyes were wide with uncertainty as he met her gaze. "Open for me Lilian" he commanded, his voice husky. She didn't obey, "I don't...." she began. Sesshoumaru merely pulled her legs apart and settled his wide shoulder between, pressing a nip to the tender flesh of her inner thigh. "You have already consented" he told her, "Given yourself to me". His hands were gentle now as he stroked the tense flesh of her thighs. "Do you trust me Lilian?" he asked. She felt herself swimming in his eyes, "Of course" she replied without thinking. Her head fell back on the linens, her hands fisting in the silky tresses as his mouth moved over her. His tongue sliding along the slick crease, his lips tugging at the brilliant folds. He smirked against her core when she cried out loudly as he teased the pearl. Her taste was warm and womanly, the taste that true males craved. This was how females scented their males and he demanded her body satisy his desire for that. Lilian wondered briefly where reality had gone to, that was before all thought was ripped viciously from her by the wet dexterity of a demon's tongue. She wasn't going to last, she knew that. His most sacred kiss, bringing tears to her eyes. Her body heaved and writhed in his grasp, held in place by immoveable strength. Her head thrashed against the pillows, her thighs pressing against his head. The tighteness was growing higher and higher, near breaking, her body too highly sensitized. "Please!" she begged her demon lover, feeling him growl against her wet flesh, his tongue spurring her onward. She was coming undone, he knew. Her body was frantic, her tiny human claws, digging in his shoulders. Her heart racing. Her body clamped against his tongue, and he curled it over her pearl one more time, sucking hard on it. Her body bowed from the bedding, her voice breaking free in great sobs of relief, broken only by the half measures of his name. Sesshoumaru moved swiftly, his own hardness aching to be sheathed inside of her body. Her limbs still trembling from her climax, he flipped her onto her stomach, clawed hands grasping pale hips and drawing her back to him. She was only aware of sensation and his presence now. Her body worked on instinct, her arms and legs curling under her as her hips lifted. Like a bitch in heat, presenting herself for him. His hand smoothed over one pale cheek as he aligned the thick mushroomed head of his sex with her dripping core. Eyes bleeding red, he pressed forward, sheathing himself to the hilt in one, slow, smooth thrust. She moaned as he filled her, her body still fluttering from her orgasm. He withdrew almost completely, before slamming back in, grunting at the tightness of her body. He rode her masterfully, his strokes varied enough to keep her at his mercy, dancing on the nearly painful edge of pleasure. The wet sounds of her body holding to his reached her ears, along with his grunts, growls and pants. Her own moans and cries added to the symphony of her taking. With each pass, his head collided with the soft area within that she'd not known she'd ever had until recently. She couldn't take it. Pleasure was sapping her will, her very strengh. Her arms gave out, sending her to her elbows and him even deeper. She cried out at the change of angle wondering if she could survive his loving. Her heart might just burst from her chest. Above her he growled, his arm moving to cage her, the other splaying against her stomach, long fingers brushing her pearl in time to his hard thrusts. Listening to her mewl beneath him, her tiny body fitting against his so perfectly , Sesshoumaru found his control slipping, far too quickly. In his seductions of her, his own need had grown dangerously high. His vision was growing red, the lust of his beast rising to merge with his own. Feeling her contract sharply around him and hearing her all but scream his name, he grasped a fistful of her hair, drawing her upwards against his chest, his length swelling within her. He roared his release feeling the fleshy sac draw tight and upwards before a wave of welcomed fire spread through his shaft and erupted in slick streams into the womb of the female before him. The world went white. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sesshoumaru returned to his senses a few moments later, tasting the tang of blood on his tongue. Lilian's throat caught in his teeth. He'd marked her as his own, lost in his own passions. Another occurence that rarely happened. Without asking her, he'd mated her. Slowly, he release his hold on her, tenderly lapping the wounds of the now unconcious woman. It was an odd side effect of the mating mark, the female generally was put into a state of deep relaxation and then lost conciousness with it's infliction. Perhaps to shield them from the pain of so deep a bite. Sesshoumaru wasn't sure and he didn't care. He'd never had to consider it before. His body refused to release hers and so he shifted them to the side so that he could hold her while she slept. He nuzzled against his mark. She was his now, forever. The fox would raise hell about it he knew. However as he looked at her pale features he was struck by a sense of peace and ease. What was done was done, and though he had not planned it, he found he did not regret it either. This added new complications of course, but he was a complicated demon after all. If Youko wished, he would allow the fox to mark her as well. But that was something they would speak of later, all of them. Contented and sated in a way he'd not had in centuries, Sesshoumaru allowed himself to curl protectively around his lovely little human mate. The dark arms of sleep descended to take him then. The scent of his female heavy in his nose. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In the spring Youko sighed, "For a calculating bastard, that was pretty impulsive my friend. Don't think you won't share".
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