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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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Wordlessly Sesshomaru dropped the rest of the berries into Kagome�s palm.
�Please don�t make me,� she whispered, her voice dry.
He considered. �You will drink some water.� He extended a tankard and waited until she had obediently taken several swallows. �Now you will rest here. I will return you to that fool, my half-brother, in a few hours.�
Kagome, who was already pale, turned impossibly paler. �Really?�
�I have told you it would be so, if you did not defy me,� said Sesshomaru flatly.
�Well, ah, yes � you did, but . . .� in truth, Kagome had kind of been expecting him to kill her at any moment.

Sesshomaru ignored her and went to catch Ah-Uhn�s bridle, leading him back to Kagome�s side. He drew the animal down into a squat, where it sank to its knees, grunting peaceably. Then he grabbed Kagome�s shoulder and hauled her back against the animal, pressing her against its belly. This was how Rin often slept. It did not seem to him that fully-grown human women were much different from young ones.
�You don�t have to drag me,� Kagome protested softly, settling back against the dragon�s leathery skin. The berries had spilled from her hands to the grass, and in the next minute they were crushed under Sesshomaru�s feet.
He ignored her words as he thrust the mokomoko into her arms. �You will rest,� he repeated.
Kagome thought about telling him to stop pushing her around. She was perfectly capable of cooperating, as she had proved in the past 24 hours. She wanted to tell him that even though she was human, he didn�t need to treat her as if she was dirt under his fingernails . . . claws. She wanted to tell him a whole lot of things, but it was a little too hard to keep her eyes open � and then she decided she would have to tell him later, because right now she was obviously asleep.
**
�Come.� Sesshomaru was shaking her roughly, and it took Kagome a long time to wake up. Squinting around, she had to shake her head to clear it. It seemed that only a few hours had passed.
�It is almost dawn. You will come.�
Seriously, thought Kagome, he needed to improve his conversation skills.
Sesshomaru pulled her to her feet, apparently deciding that she wasn�t moving fast enough. He knelt and wrapped a length of rope between her ankles, hobbling her as he would a horse or a camel. She could walk, but if she tried to break into a run would undoubtedly trip. �This isn�t necessary,� Kagome told him. �I want to go back to Inuyasha. I�m not going to run away.�
�The actions of humans are often irrational,� said Sesshomaru snidely. He kept a firm grip on her shoulder and half-dragged her towards the forest's edge, where he set off briskly.
Kagome looked around, stunned; although they did not seem to be moving quickly, the trees on either side were blurring into each other, flying by at high speed. There was no wind or any other sign of motion; it appeared that Sesshomaru was striding forward at a steady pace, and it was the landscape that was hurtling inexplicably backwards.
It took only a few minutes before they reached their destination, and Sesshomaru pulled her to a stop. They were in another clearing, and it did not appear to be significantly different from the one they had just left. Kagome felt her hopes deflating.
"Kagome!"
Her heart leapt; that was Shippou! Instinctively she began to move towards him, but Sesshomaru's dragon hand whipped out and dragged her back. "Wait," he snarled.
Now she could see them, emerging from the other side of the clearing; Miroku, Sango, Kirara with tiny Shippou riding on her back and then - Inuyasha! He stuck out in the gloom like a sore thumb, with his bright red robes and white hair. "INUYASHA!" she shouted, waving frantically. "I'm here!"
Beside her, she heard Sesshomaru snort.
"Come no closer, Hanyou," he said, sounding bored. He didn't seem to make any effort to speak up but his voice was perfectly audible anyway. "That goes for your pitiful companions as well."
"Let Kagome go," Inuyasha hollered back.
"You know what I require."
Kagome squinted at a flash of silver from the opposing trees; what was that? Then she heard the unmistakable sound of a blade cutting through the air, and the Tetsusaiga made itself visible, turning end over end as it hurtled towards them. It came to land point-down in the center of the field, embedding itself in the dirt, where it stood quivering.
Sesshomaru pushed her. "Walk. Slowly."
It was difficult to follow his command with her ankles tied together, but Kagome took careful steps toward the sword in the grass. Was Inuyasha just going to give the blade to his brother? Kagome felt guilty, but she also wanted to go home more than anything. Then she could go back through the well and everything that had happened would feel like a bad dream.
She was almost even with the sword; she could see Inuyasha's face, scrunched up into an impatient scowl, his eyes fixed on her progress. Almost home.
From his position in the shadows, Sesshomaru was watching Kagome's retreating figure as she inched her way toward his half-brother. Although his face was unreadable as ever, his eyes were narrowed. This was not going exactly as he expected. True, the sword was his, although it looked rather sorry and worthless in its untransformed state. True, he had taught his brother, once and for all, that he was not to be trifled with. True, he had his revenge.
It was not as satisfying as he expected. Inuyasha would certainly have detected his scent on the girl by now, and there the questionable possession of Kagome's underwear, but it did not seem to have spoiled his desire for the girl. Sesshomaru could smell his anxiety and concern from here; he wanted the bitch, that was certain. He could hardly wait for her to reach him. No doubt he would be on her tonight, rutting. He did not care that his brother had been there first.
Sesshomaru frowned. He had not anticipated this. Inuyasha had even less pride than he thought, which was truly appalling.
His eye traced the line of Kagome's thigh. It was ridiculous that the worthless Hanyou should pup her, further polluting a precious bloodline of demons. It was ridiculous that the girl should be mother to offspring that were in any way related to him. It was ridiculous that he, Sesshomaru, felt a stirring in his groin at the thought of rutting her.
He was not winning, Sesshomaru concluded. Inuyasha did not value the sword so much as the girl, and he did not care that her virtue was compromised. His worthless half-brother was going to go home contented and Sesshomaru would be left with nothing but an unsatisfied erection and a battered blade.
Before he knew what was happening, Sesshomaru was moving. He would retake what he wanted, that was all; was he not Lord in these parts? If he felt an itch for the girl, he should have her.
"Sesshomaru! What are you . . .?!" Ah, there was the fear and panic that he had been hoping to bring to Inuyasha's voice. "Kagome! Kagome, run!"
Startled, she tried to do so, but it was no use; she barely took a step before she started to stumble, and by then he had reached her, his great bounding leaps easily swallowing up the distance between them. He hauled her under one arm with ease, where she hung doubled over, twisting uselessly. It was only a few more paces to the sword, and he reached for it; why not take the girl and his father's blade, as well?
He barely had time to draw back before the slayer's hiraikotsu thundered by, planting itself in the dirt between him and the sword. Cursed human women! Was he never to be rid of their impertinence?
"Let Kagome go!"
He hoped she had opened her hymen with a broken bottle. As he considered the potential battle ahead, Sesshomaru felt empathy for his half-brother for the first time; it was impossible to launch a real defense while he had Kagome to worry about. It took one of his arms to hold her, and the other to restrain her hands. On his own he would have no doubt been able to defeat them all and take the sword as well, but he could not do it and keep his grasp on the struggling girl.
Well, his opponents still had to come all the way across the clearing; he had time for a well-considered retreat. Focusing his yokai into his convenient purple cloud, he lifted himself and his wriggling armful up above the trees, guiding them east, where the prevailing winds were high.
Far below him he heard the despairing cries of his half-brother and his human companions, but there was absolutely nothing they could do. He had the human bitch now, and he was not going to give her up.
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At first Kagome struggled and fought; then she cried, first huge gulping sobs and later little breathless ones. By the time Sesshomaru had taken them far enough to be sure the neko would not be able to catch up, she was limp and silent.
He landed them in a thick grove of pine trees and sent a summons to Ah-Uhn, who was by now many miles away. He dropped Kagome in a sodden heap and left her there while he assured himself that they were not being followed � he was fairly confident that Inuyasha would not be able to track them through the air, and the purple cloud was capable of great speeds. They were now close to the border of his own lands, which added to his sense of security.
Finally he allowed himself to turn back to his prize, the little miko lying in the grass. She had certainly been an expensive purchase; he would have to make sure he got his money�s worth.
He said nothing, but approached her from behind, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. Kagome was dazed by her recent reversal of fortune - she had been so close to going home! � and offered little resistance. He positioned her carefully, cutting the rope between her ankles and setting her hands far apart in the grass. Then she felt him push up her skirt, revealing her backside and her intimate places. She couldn�t think of anything to do. She let her head drop down.
With his goal in sight, Sesshomaru restained himself with difficulty. He knew that Kagome was a virgin and that he would hurt her if he took her roughly or without adequate care. He nudged her legs apart, then spread them wider, kneeling to press his thighs against her buttocks. He felt her tense but she did not pull away.
Examining her little channel from above, she appeared impossibly tight � he remembered the deadly clench of her body around his fingers the previous day. Like any pure demon he was well-endowed, and as he slowly gained that unnatural, inexplicable erection, he was only becoming larger. Well, he would provide her with pleasure and then her body would welcome him. Humans were fairly sturdy creatures and he was sure it could be done.
With this thought in mind, he cupped the place between her legs with one hand, warming her there. Kagome gasped and squirmed a little, but he had a firm grip on her hips and there was really nowhere for her to go. After a few moments she seemed to settle down, resigned, and he was able to continue.
He stroked her, searching for that hard little knot in her silky curls. Finding it, he began to rub and tease it between his fingers. Kagome resisted for a little while but finally he felt her slowly rocking in time to his motions, and he could smell her body reacting. He pulled her legs open a little further, bringing her firmer against his hands.
Cautiously, he slid his finger inside her, listening intently to the little sounds she made; he used her gasps and whimpers as a guide, learning what she liked, how to play her body. He twisted his finger slowly, preparing her for a much larger intrusion, holding her steady under his touch. Soon he had one finger on the inside and one on the outside, moving in tandem, working on a certain sensitive spot from both angles.
Kagome was staring resolutely away from him, her eyes wide and glassy with unshed tears, but there were pink spots on her cheeks and her breathing was hoarse. He could finally feel some moisture coming from her. Her body was taut; her head hung between her shoulder blades; her sweet cavern was trying to tug him deeper inside. Finally he pressed down hard with both hands, rocking his palm against her; he was rewarded when she came, hard, her body spasming, barely suppressing a grunt of release. She was still quivering with the aftershocks as he prepared to have his own pleasure, at last.
Kagome was dizzy from the shock of what had just happened to her. She had given herself orgasms before, of course, but this was totally different - to have someone else's fingers touching her there, moving inside of her, and to have someone witness that . . . it was humiliating. Tears sprung to her eyes. This was not how she'd pictured it. But before she got the chance to come to terms with it, she was distracted by the feel of Sesshomaru's blunt head pushing into her. Oh god, he was huge! She couldn't take that much - she tried to wriggle away but he had a grip like iron around her waist, and he held her firmly as he worked his way inside. She was fairly wet but nothing could have prepared her for this . . . it burned where he touched her, and she felt her muscles clamping down, trying to push him out.
It didn't work. He began to guide her hips back, pulling her down on to him, ignoring her stifled protests. There was no way he could keep going, she thought . . . he would either run out of room, or run out of length - but he wasn't stopping. He just kept pushing further and further into her. She groaned; hadn't he come to the end of her yet? How was there space inside her body for her various organs and all of his cock?
She couldn't breathe. There was no room for air. The heat between her legs had pushed it all out.
Finally, finally she felt his thighs press against the backs of her legs, and the shape of his balls against her ass - he was fully seated inside of her, and for a moment he paused.
When he spoke, his voice was nothing like his usual carefully modulated tones; it was strained and rough. "Good bitch."
Then he began to move. Kagome forgot to struggle, forgot to think. She could only try and hold on, bracing against his weight and trying not to be shoved forward by the force of his thrusts. She was crying out on each inward stroke, a gasping sob that was cut off when he withdrew, and that was the only sound she could hear besides his grunting, panting breaths.
"Please," she struggled to say. Please let it be over soon. He said nothing in response but he did seem to speed up; she closed her eyes and tried to pretend it was Inuyasha who was behind her, filling up her body, Inuyasha who loved her and would take care of her forever . . .
His rhythm seemed to hit a hitch; he ground himself against her, and then she felt him explode, spurting and pouring himself into her. It was hot, and behind the fluid there followed a strange sensation of tingling; it spread upwards from the place where they were joined and shot through her limbs like electricity, lingering in her fingertips. It didn�t feel horrible, just . . . surprising. That wasn�t supposed to happen, was it? It felt terribly strange.
Sesshomaru didn't seem to have noticed anything odd. He leaned heavily against her back, making no effort to withdraw, and she was conscious for the first time of his dissimilar hands stroking her thighs, her hips, her back.
"Good bitch," he repeated, lazily.
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