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Chapter 4
Kagome sat on her pallet of furs eyes droopy, but open. She hadn’t slept much in the past few nights. The demon lord had been keeping a close eye on her… and honestly she’d been keeping an eye on him as well. He didn’t seem to act any differently than his usual cold, domineering self, but after the incident at the hot spring, she was more wary of him than she had been before, and for totally different reasons. Maybe she was just a tad paranoid… After all Sesshoumaru was a very sensible, and honorable youkai.
The demon lord stood somberly overlooking the lake they were camping near. Little Rin was already asleep beside her and Jaken was mumbling incoherently to himself as he fixed his bed to his liking. Kagome rubbed her eyes and yawned wondering to herself what Sesshoumaru was up to gazing out at the lake like that. In any case she wanted a drink before bed and went over to collect some water, but as she reached the edge of the water Sesshoumaru stopped her.
“No.” He said simply.
Kagome looked at him questioningly, “What do you mean ‘no’?”
Sesshoumaru looked over the water’s surface, “It’s not safe.” He paused for a period, “Naraku’s venoms lace the entire lake. He’s close.”
Kagome’s eyes grew wide at the mention of the dark hanyou‘s name. “Naraku is close… Is it really safe to camp here?” she pondered aloud.
“He won’t attack me like this… he doesn’t have the gall.” the demon murmured, a hint of scorn in his voice.
The miko huffed to herself that he was being arrogant, but strangely she believed him. She supposed he knew his own power more than she did. For a period, she stared at his perfectly cut profile as he watched over the lake, like some regal king over his domain. She thought back on the night at the hot spring again and felt her cheeks warm with a blush, and just about then his eyes turned toward her and she hurriedly looked away, embarrassed. Why did she keep thinking about it…
The Daiyoukai watched her a moment before a small smirk crossed his lips, and he retreated back to the camp fire, Kagome following after a few minutes to sort her thoughts.
* * *
The dark hanyou idly watched the ghostly girl’s mirror before him, a bizarre smirk on his cold lips. “Sesshoumaru-sama, and you‘ve brought me the miko as well… So confident in yourself, aren‘t you… Perhaps it’s time to show you… there is more to this Naraku than you originally thought. Perhaps it‘s time to pull some strings, and make some puppets dance.”
* * *
The following week Sesshoumaru’s group wondered from the bank of the poison lake. The terrain was changing. Flat forest lands were becoming rocky mountain sides, and the warm weather was becoming more chilled. Kagome didn’t’ mind it at first. The cool breeze was nice after traveling for the past few months in the blistering heat, but it kept getting colder and colder and the mountains were unforgiving to her sore body. Night time was the worst. The chill went right through her blanket, and little Rin always slept on the fire’s side. Kagome felt more and more exhausted through the week. Sleep just wasn’t finding her at night, it seemed. Sesshoumaru noticed her discomfort rather quickly, and made a mental note to stop and buy more blankets for the girls, and perhaps warmer garbs as well.
Kagome sat atop the two-headed dragon with Rin snuggled up to her front as they made their way through the mountain path. Jaken bobbed along behind the dragon, seemingly a bit cold himself. Then abruptly, Sesshoumaru stopped walking. He held his head up high, sniffing the crisp air inquisitively.
Jaken came around to his master’s feet, “Sesshoumaru-sama?” he said, his bulbous eyes blinking up at the demon-lord, questioningly.
Kagome looked in the direction of the Daiyoukai’s attention and saw smoke rising in the distance. “A village?” she muttered.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed, “Sinister… There’s blood on the wind.”
Kagome’s eyes widened, “Naraku?” she looked to him quickly.
The demon lord nodded slowly, “For what purpose would he do this…”
Kagome’s brow furrowed, “I don’t sense any Shikon shards… Sesshoumaru, lets investigate.”
The demon lord cocked an eyebrow at her, “And why would I bring you?”
“Because I’m the Shikon miko and Naraku is my business.” she said with a pout on her face.
Sesshoumaru gave a slight smirk and nodded, “Fine. Come on then.” He said flatly. “Jaken, look after Rin. We shall return shortly.”
She slid from the dragon’s back and quickly got to Sesshoumaru’s side. They were in the air, flying, before Kagome even registered it. The chilled wind rushed past her cheeks and she felt her eyes watering from the sharp air. She closed them tightly and leaned in to the demon lord’s shirt a bit for the duration of the short trip. Sesshoumaru took little notice. As she felt the air slow around her and her feet touch down on the hard surface she opened her eyes again, and they went wide with shock.
Sesshoumaru’s eyes narrowed as he observed the site surrounding them. The ground was painted crimson with blood from the villager’s corpses. Men, women, and children alike… no life had been spared. Kagome felt bile rise in her throat. This was too terrible… Naraku had really out done himself this time. Kagome stepped away from her lord and knelt down to reclaim her disturbed stomach for a moment. Sesshoumaru glanced at the girl before he turned away, sniffing the air subtly. He walked slowly, his eyes wary of his surroundings. Something was amiss. Something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Naraku wasn’t finished here…
Then, without warning, the corpses sprang from the ground around him, rocketing toward him with precision and speed. His talons made short work of the fleshy obstacles, and no sooner had he dispersed them they fell back to the ground, lifeless as they’d been prior to the assault. His lip curled in annoyance and frustration as they remained unmoving and no challengers made themselves known.
Kagome whispered the wind mistress’s name under her breath as they saw the she-demon retreat into the sky on her silky, white feather. “What’s going on?” she muttered.
Sesshoumaru turned his attention to a pack of men and women that came into view a short distance away. They saw him as well. He took immediate notice of the purifying energies that radiated from them. They were eyeing him angrily, and it was then he looked down to notice his armor and claws were covered in the blood of the village people. He’d been set up. He sneered at the realization.
The four men and two women came to stand before him, holy staffs and bows in hand. Kagome stood from her position on the ground facing the group of people slightly confused.
“Treacherous demon! If you think you can come into our human villages, rape and plunder then leave with no punishment, then you will be shown just how wrong you are!” shouted the man most to the front of the group.
The woman at his right added, “You bastard! You face the holy powers of the divine six! We will take revenge for the all innocent lives you’ve claimed!”
Sesshoumaru lowered his head and inhaled deeply, letting his talons fall open for attack.
Kagome’s voice rang out then, in defense of her captor, and fearing for their lives should they face the unforgiving demon lord. “Wait! You have it wrong! Sesshoumaru didn’t kill anyone! We just got here!”
One man spoke to another, clearly enough for Sesshoumaru’s sensitive ears to catch, but perhaps not Kagome’s. “She’s clearly been bewitched. Be cautious, he is powerful, no doubt.”
“Indeed. His aura is dominating…”The other whispered back. “but… I won’t forgive you demon!” He yelled as the formation leapt into battle.
Sesshoumaru dodged the straight forward attack easily enough, but the two women drew their bows at the same time and where he landed their arrows also landed, he narrowly dodged them, and no sooner had he done so the 4 others where upon him again, he sneered at the onslaught, and threw his claws at the mass of bodies, he felt a connect, but he also felt holy energy pierce through his right shoulder in a searing pain. He ground his teeth at the burning, but unrelenting let the other claw fly into a gut that he saw before him. He heard a cry of pain and the swarm retreated for a moment, replaced by a rain of silvery arrows, loaded with the holy energy of the priestesses. He sprang out of their paths and growled aloud.
Kagome screamed at the priests in vain as they continued their assault on Sesshoumaru. “Please! Please listen! He’s not the one!”
Two of the priests stopped attacking him and stood near chanting sutras. Their staffs stood before them as they chanted, strange white lights began to branch out from the point where they connected to the ground. Sesshoumaru continued to clash with the two and appeared to be getting angry. The priestesses fired their arrows relentlessly and it was taking the demon lord everything he had to stay out of their paths while simultaneously dodging and attacking the two priests that were on him. As he landed on the blood soaked ground an arrow pierced his stomach, and he let out a deafening roar. One of the priests went for the final blow, but Sesshoumaru was pissed by that point and his searing whip shot from his finger tips. He almost effortlessly killed the offending priestess who’d shot him, then claimed the priest’s legs as well. The man‘s scream echoed as he fell to the bloody ground. Just as this happened the white lights that had grown over the earth shot in and grabbed Sesshoumaru’s ankles hard. He snarled again, his eyes bleeding red. “I’ll kill you all for this!” came his harsh voice. The priests weren’t deterred by his threat and continued with the chants. Sparks flew around the demon’s body as the gravity grew by several times around him and he began to quiver violently in his attempt to defy it.
The staffs that were producing the light lines began to glow brighter as Sesshoumaru felt his demonic powers being purified by the white energy. Pain ripped through his body and he screamed as lightning shot down from the sky converging on the spot where he stood. Kagome screamed his name through the roar of powers surging over him.
‘He’s in pain.’ She thought, panicked as she watch him being purified before her. She finally collected enough sense to do something to help him. Spotting a decent sized rock on the ground she picked it up and ran over to the nearest of the priests casting the spell and as hard as she could muster knocked him over the head with it. He dropped to the ground unconscious and the spell evaporated around the demon lord. He fell to his knees gasping. The remaining three where shocked and, probably afraid after seeing their comrades fall. The priestess drew her bow again aiming at the wounded demon, but Kagome jumped on her and in a rare struggle held her from firing the bow with force. “I won’t let you shoot him!”
The two priests remaining jumped in to attack the lord, but as they neared him, Toukajin flew from his hand and impaled in one of their throats, it’s demon energies replenished with the man’s blood. The last man stopped advancing and instead turned and retreated from the scene seemingly in utter horror. Kagome struggled to keep the woman from firing her bow, but finally the woman threw her to the side and her arrow flew true. Kagome screamed as the arrow hit it’s target and the priestess let out a sharp yip of victory. Kagome looked down at the unconscious priest beside her and grabbed his staff. She grabbed the odd thing and swung it just like a base ball bat at the woman’s head. She fell immediately, without so much as a peep.
No one stood except for her. Her eyes fell upon Sesshoumaru’s smoke shrouded form. She went to him cautiously. “Sesshoumaru…” She knelt beside him. His face came into focus through the smoke and dust. His eyes where closed; blood ran from his mouth and nose pooling on the earth below him and staining his snowy hair deep crimson. He wasn’t moving. Kagome felt her throat constrict as she tried to swallow. She looked over his form slowly. Two arrows, one in the stomach, one in the chest. His armor and the clothes on his right shoulder were damaged and blood decorated his milky white fur. Several other places looked to be burned. Kagome lowered her head, her hair covering her watering eyes. Then she heard a startling gasp and her eyes shot back to the lord’s visage. He turned his head slightly and his brow creased in a frown.
“He’s still alive!” she said aloud.
“Woman” A strange voice said hoarsely.
She looked to it’s source and laid eyes of the priest who’d had his leg severed in the battle. It was a gruesome sight, but the man had worked fast to stop the bleeding by applying a tourniquet made from his belt. “Don’t you realize this demon has bewitched you with spells. We could have saved you, but here you choose to allow his treachery to continue. Don’t you understand what‘s going on?”
“No, you’re wrong. Sesshoumaru-sama didn’t kill these people. If you’d listened to me in the first place none of this would have happened…” She sighed…
“Foolish girl! He may not have killed these people, this time, but how many lives will he claim in the future? How many has he already claimed!? I sense holy energy within you. Why have you sided with the demons against us?” He yelled.
“ I didn’t choose one side or the other. I side with whoever’s right. No matter who they are.” Kagome frowned. “I must go… somewhere safe. I pray your friend returns to help you. I’m sorry it had to be like this.” She said as she looked around for a way to escape the gruesome site.
She found a stable horse that hid in the back of a barn and used it to transport the demon lord away. The wounded man continued to preach to her as she gathered the demon lord and began to walk away, but she ignored his cruel words, and soon she was out of earshot.
She had no idea how to get back to Rin and Jaken, but she found a little abandoned hut after about a mile of walking and decided to stay there until Sesshoumaru was well enough to leave. It would due for now… and it wasn’t near the corpse filled village. She feared Naraku may try something, but she was hopeful that he wouldn’t find them and if he did… she brought a bow this time.
* * *
The demon lord moaned awake as a cool rag was dabbed over his forehead. His golden eyes cracked open to find Kagome’s chocolaty eyes staring down at him. He was dazed and it felt like every part of his body was bruised through and though. “Kagome… What are you doing here?”
“What do you think I’m doing? Taking care of you.” She said, sounding almost peeved. “You stupid idiot, you almost got yourself killed.”
The demon lord was silent, his eyes turned away, “How long have I been asleep?”
Kagome sighed as she dipped the rag back in the water pale, “Almost three days…”
Sesshoumaru was quiet again. ‘You saved my life.’ the thought struck him as he watched her.
Kagome continued dabbing his forehead. “You’ve managed to catch a fever. I’ve been fighting to keep it down, but it hasn’t broken yet…”
He didn’t speak for a period before finally he muttered an answer, “So much holy energy… I’m lucky to get away with just a fever and a few wounds.” He looked around the room casually. Noting he was on a futon in a small shack with a fire lit in the middle. Kagome must have worked hard to get him here. He wasn’t near the village anymore, that he could tell, just from the scent of the place. Why had she gone through so much trouble for him. He’d thought she hated him…
She pulled the blanket down and unraveled the makeshift bandages she’d made from a sheet. His clothes were sitting beside him and had been cleaned, though still retained stains and tears from the look of it. Kagome wiped the cool cloth over his chest where one of the arrows had pierced. The holy power of the arrow left a baseball-sized burn around the tiny entrance wound ,and around the mangled wound a purple and red bruise decorated his skin. At least it had stopped bleeding. He was lucky really. The arrows hadn’t pierced terribly deep because of his armor. If he hadn’t been wearing it, he probably wouldn’t have survived.
He let out a soft moan as she continued to nurse his wounds, which startled her. It hurt… but even so, she’d never heard him voice his pain before. It made her heart sink. Why was she so attached to him now? After all, he’d done her wrong so many times, and here she was being as gentle as she could so he would be comfortable. She couldn’t fathom it, but even knowing this herself, she didn’t want to hurt him further. Perhaps she just had a soft spot for the injured. She continued to clean his lesions, all the while his golden eyes never left her face. They looked different than how they normally looked upon her. They were somber and gentle. She was actually becoming embarrassed because of it, but she tried to ignore it for now and focus on the task at hand.
“Kagome.” He uttered softly, but she hushed him.
“Shh. Don’t talk. Just rest for now, please.”
She was surprised when he didn’t’ speak again and she finished wrapping his wounds in silence.
* * *
That night the winds outside blew hard, howling like a wolf on the hunt, and the little hut shook with fear. The icy air passed right through the walls, and seemed to all settled on Kagome’s skin. She was so cold, and the fire was dim. She looked over to Sesshoumaru’s still form. She was surprised to see he was shivering. The holy energy was still circulating in him, preventing him from repairing is lost youki, and for the moment, he was very weak. His eyes were empty as they stared into the firelight. He turned to her, in his bed, still reclining, but now leaning on his elbows.
“Kagome” He spoke, sounding weak through the creaks and scrapes of the structure’s battle with the blustery weather.
She looked to him, cradling her legs with her arms in an attempt to retain heat, and answered with a short, “Yes?”
“Come over here, please.”
Kagome was hesitant for a moment, but complied and walked to him, kneeling in front of him, “Do your wounds hurt?”
The demon shook his head, “No.” He was quiet for a short time, but it was a sort of, awkward silence, and it made Kagome nervous. “Lie with me.”
Kagome felt her face light up like a beet, “W-what?”
“It’s cold. I am unable to sustain myself right now, and I can see you are shivering as well, so lie with me.” He didn’t’ wait for an answer, instead he took her by the waist and pulled her down to him.
Kagome yelped sharply, but after he pulled the blanket around her, she became very still. It was warm, though she still couldn’t feel her fingers or toes. She held her hands close to her chest, afraid to touch him, both for fear of hurting him, and for fear of… well this was just awkward. This is the last place she wanted to be right now as visions of the night at the hot spring resurfaced. Her heart was pounding in her chest so loud she knew he had to hear it. If he couldn’t hear it, surely his nose could detect her anxiety.
For a long period they lay there listening to the howling wind and creaky hut, the fire flickering shadows across the walls, and neither of them moved or spoke. But the demon lord’s voice appeared again in her ears, his breath hot against her neck, “Why didn’t you escape, Kagome? You could have gone back to your family… if I were gone... back to Inuyasha.”
His words were well chosen, and the miko wasn’t sure she had an answer… “I don’t know… Even if you have taken my life away from me… you also handed me a new one…even if its not as ideal as my old one was.” her words trickled out as she thought them over even as she spoke them aloud.
She felt his arm, which hadn’t left her since it had pulled her down earlier, squeeze just a tiny bit. She felt butterflies in her stomach as he moved behind her and pulled her to face him. He sat above her, gazing down on her with foreign eyes as she stared up at him, shivering for an entirely different reason than she had been moments ago. Images of his face flashed in her mind again of the night at the hot spring, and Kagome became utterly brain-dead as he continued staring down at her with those uncanny eyes. She felt strange twinges tugging on her heart… and she was afraid to admit, she wanted him to do it. She knew what he was about to do… and she wanted him to.
Their lips met, gently. He’d never been so tender with her, and she was almost in doubt that he hadn’t received some sort of head injury from the earlier battle. His lips parted and pressed again to hers’ and she felt her own give way for him. His hot mouth consumed her fully, entering with his tongue, his taste was surprising, but wholly welcomed. She moaned as he devoured her, adjusting his body against her as he did so. The cold was all but forgotten as she timidly reached for him in the dim firelight, her hand finding his bandaged stomach promptly. Then she stopped; his wounds were no where near healed yet… didn’t he care?… apparently not.
The kiss broke and Kagome gasped as the loss. She looked at his face, seeing now the lust in his eyes. She called his name softly, “Sesshoumaru…”
He descended again, this time his mouth claiming her neck just below her jaw. His fangs scraped against her skin as his hot tongue drew lazy circles over the abused flesh. Kagome moaned again, feeling his bare knee wedge itself between her legs. Reality was sinking in as he made his way down her neck. They were going to…She was going to… with Inuyasha’s brother…. With the youkai who had enslaved her… with the man she had grown strangely fond of… Kagome’s arms circled around his back , raking lightly over his shoulder blades as his mouth continued unrelenting down her neck, to her collar bone. Then one of his arms moved and took one of hers’ flattening her to the sheets as her arm was pinned above her head. This brought his torso almost flush with hers’, and his skin was hot with a fever of a different kind. She heard a rumble emanate from his chest and gasped as she felt her top being parted and the bindings on her breasts give way to his claws. Her body was suddenly on fire. Heat pooled between her legs as every motion he made rubbed against her. Her bony fingers closed around his’ and his fangs simultaneously nipped at her collarbone. She was afraid and excited at the same time.
The youkai broke from her and sat back, his breath was somewhat ragged. ‘It’s certainly heating up in here…’ Kagome regretted that he was still bandaged, because she knew he sported a gorgeous body under all the armor and clothes he always wore. She’d always thought he was absolutely stunning, but she’d never allowed herself to venture into that train of thought… It would be nice to see him… without the bandages. Kagome blushed as he gazed down at her bare breasts. What was he thinking, she wondered... Perhaps he was thinking about how she’d been polluted by that egg youkai… perhaps he was unsatisfied with her body. ‘What if he’s just using me?’ she panicked for a moment at the possibilities. But in the end his lips reassured her, that his thoughts and intentions held no malice, as they came over her and kissed away the tiny beads of water trickling from her eyes.
“You worry too much, Kagome…” His voice purred in her ear as his warm lips grazed her cheek.
He moved lower on the futon, his mouth hovering over her skin so close she could feel his hot breath. She’d never felt such anxiety. Anxious for something… She trusted him. He wouldn’t let anything bad happen to her. As much of a jerk as he could be at times… There was a side of him that he rarely showed. A side of him that defied the cold mask of indifference he always wore. His mouth descended. He took her pink nipple into his wet cavern, his tongue swirling over it, while his hand massaged the other, fingernail flicking the tip almost aggravatingly. Kagome moaned aloud, one knee rising up and rubbing against his side, teasingly. “Sesshoumaru!” She called breathlessly.
The lord moved yet lower on her body. He’d been educated in the ways to pleasure a woman, as most daiyoukai had, but it had been long since he’d been with a woman. Traveling for months on end didn’t do well for his sex life. He was actually a bit anxious, himself…This woman he’d wanted for months… finally beneath him and crying his name willingly. Though, clearly he hadn’t foreseen himself to be half dead in a shabby peasant hut when it happened, but he would make the most of it.
He pulled at the ties of her garb, hearing her soft gasp as he did so. She was inexperienced and nervous, but he would cure that soon enough. His tongue probed her navel, and the miko squirmed a bit, her hands feeling and petting his biceps and shoulders. The clothes slid from her lower half and one of his hands moved to caress her creamy thigh. He kissed her protruding hip bone, and he could feel her begin to tremble. She was completely exposed to him, and he could smell her dripping wetness just under his nose. Without warning she felt fingers probing her slick folds, and she gave a short yelp, bringing her hands up to cover her face in utter embarrassment.
Sesshoumaru smirked as he saw her doing this, “You‘re cute sometimes.” he muttered almost comically.
Kagome uncovered her bright red face and eyed him angrily, ‘is he making fun of me?’ A bizarre smile grew on his face which was almost as frightening as it was beautiful. ‘Since when does he know how to smile?’ She didn’t ponder for long though, because her thoughts where invaded along with her body. His fingers went back to work, and this time his tongue joined them. Her mind just went in to overdrive. He was really… Eating her out. At first all she could think about was ‘good God, is this really happening,’ but after a moment, it started feeling really good. He seemed to know exactly what he was doing. His tongue worked her swollen nub to the max, while his fingers pumped in and out gently. She spread her legs farther, her mouth falling open as he sucked hard on her clit. She’d never felt anything like it. Such amazing pleasure. She mewled his name as her breaths became ragged and uneven. Her arms stretched up above her head, and she began crying out every so often as he continued his supreme pleasure. There was a pressure building inside her. It felt absolutely divine, but just before she could reach it the demon lord pulled away, and she whimpered aloud at the loss.
“Wait. Just a bit more!” She cried, sounding rather desperate.
He smirked and shook his head. He pulled himself up and over her, his waist nestled comfortably between her thighs. Kagome blushed harder as she felt his massive erection rubbing against her dripping womanhood. He leaned down, taking her mouth with his’. She could taste the strange flavor on him, but barely gave it any thought as she felt his hot chest, slick with perspiration, smash against her. She then saw the fundoshi that had previously hidden his vital parts from her sitting on the floor beside them and her face grew impossibly redder. She felt the hard, velvety flesh of his manhood at her entrance, as he nibbled at her earlobe subtly.
Kagome was afraid at once. She’d never been with a man like this…. Wont it hurt? Would it be like that time, the rapist youkai’s searing penetration?
“I won’t hurt you.” he whispered, as if he knew exactly what she was thinking. She put her arms around him then, burying her face in the nape of his neck as she felt him enter, slowly, gently. She could feel herself stretch around his girth, and though it was foreign and not exactly comfortable, it didn’t really hurt. He had prepared her well.
Hesitant at first, he was slow, allowing her to get used to the feeling of him being inside of her. Her cavern was slick and hot and he moved easily within her. There had been no virgin membrane to break, courtesy of an earlier incident, but he was actually thankful he didn’t have to cause her that pain right now. He felt her puny fingers dig into his back, and he began to move faster. The feeling of being inside of her was glorious. His breathing hastened as his body rocked harder, every muscle in him clenching as the pleasure overtook him. The miko’s constant moaning of his name only served to push him harder. The sound of their bodies slapping together resounded through the hut, accompanied with moans and panting.
Kagome cried out as her first orgasm shook her body, and she clung to him as if he were her life line. His thrusts didn’t stop at the additional lubrication, instead he drove harder, faster into her abused hole. Her clenching muscles pumped his hard on so tightly that he actually cried out in a low, raspy voice, barely recognizable as his own. Kagome’s moans soon became screams of pleasure as she could feel that familiar pressure building again. His erection pulsated as he neared his climax, and Kagome’s ankles looped behind him and hooked him in to closer range.
“So good…” Kagome whimpered into his ear as his assault continued. Her fingers where latched onto his shoulders like a vise, as she bounced with his every thrust. She felt the climax surfacing again, as it hit, her fingernails dug into his skin deeper and she cried out for the final time.
Her muscles clamped down on his pulsing manhood as she cried out her finish, and that was all it took for his last restraint to break; he released himself deep inside of the miko, his raspy voice emanating one sharp gasp as his head fell back and stars shot through his vision.
They both collapsed at that point, the demon lord still atop the miko’s lithe form. He panted heavily as did she. For a long moment in time they didn’t move from that position. Still buried inside the miko’s cavern, they where one; but the moment was short-lived, as Sesshoumaru pulled away, removing himself from her body. Their liquids leaked from her abused opening as he pulled out, but neither of them took much notice. He laid beside her, his body exhausted from the effort, and his mind in an equal state.
Kagome laid there momentarily before she sat up, looking over at the first man who’d ever made love to her. His eyes where closed, and his breathing had evened out. She was about to curl up at his side when she noticed the dark stains on his bandages. She reached over and touched it, and no sooner than she did his hand came up to clasp hers’.
“Leave it alone… it hurts.”
Kagome frowned, “You shouldn’t have done this. You’re still very hurt, and-” She felt his forehead with her freehand. “Your fever is still terrible!”
“Do you regret it?” He asked, his eyes opening to see her face as she answered.
She didn’t answer immediately as she stared at his solemn face, but she knew the answer as soon as he’d asked it, “…No.”
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