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Rise Of The Shikon Miko	By : golden_eyes_hypnotize Category: InuYasha AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 2628 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or the characters herein. I make no money by this writing. This is a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people is all in your head.

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Chapter 40

A/N: Welcome to Chapter 40, everyone! I hope you’re as psyched as I am. This one’s extra special long to fit in an extra special scene. Hope you like it—let me know what you think!

On with the show…

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“…Kagome is changing.”

Despite the questions from his sons and Kagome, Toga insisted on only going through it once and walked off, announcing there would be a meeting after dinner. A frustrated Kagome went off in search of onsen. Kagome’s mother and grandfather joined them while Kagome was in the hot springs. Dinner was composed of a buffet of leftovers and everyone ate quickly, eager to hear an update on what was going on.

They all retired to the formal living room after the meal, which was quite a bit larger than the den, Sesshoumaru leading his chosen over to the rug beside the fireplace and pulling her down between his legs, wrapping his arms about her middle and pulling her back against him before relaxing his hold. Inuyasha and Shiori took up a position beside them leaving the twin couches to the elders.

Kaede began, going over Kagome’s progress and her new training goals. She asked Kagome to discuss what she had seen today.

She pursed her lips, trying to think of what to say. She looked at her lap as she spoke. “It was dark, really dark. He’s…I think he’s obsessed with me. Most of his thoughts were of things he did with me. The rest…it was just really morbid. I’m not comfortable talking about most of it. He fully expects me to kill myself to corrupt the jewel in my body and then he plans to take it.” She added quietly, “He’s sure Sesshoumaru will push me to it.”

Sesshoumaru was incensed over this news. More so because from the shame in Kagome’s scent, he was sure it had been close to happening. His arms closed around her, pulling her tight, and he nuzzled her neck. Her arms came up to hold his and she pushed back into his body. It terrified him to think that she had been planning her death. He had just met her and he had almost broken her beyond repair. Never again would he allow himself to disregard his instincts, no matter the cost to his pride; the cost to her was too great. He wondered what else she had seen in the mind of Naraku that was even worse than what she had shared. He couldn’t imagine her state of mind having had to see things that had happened to her from his eyes.

Toga spoke up then. “As some of you may have noticed, Kagome has started her transition. In the ancient scrolls detailing previous human chosens, there were some accounts of changes taking place in their physiology in the more powerful priestesses. They developed strength, speed, self-healing linked to their holy power, and even enhanced senses rarely that began when they met their ones. In one story, the priestess actually became a demon on her mating.”

He let his words sink in to the group before continuing, “Kagome has displayed all of these traits since meeting Sesshoumaru, especially in the last few months. As the boys saw today, she can hold her own in a full sparring match with Sesshoumaru and she heals minor injuries as fast as a powerful demon. Though her food intake has increased, she also lost weight at a higher rate, indicating her metabolism has also elevated. I have seen myself that her hearing has improved. Just this morning at breakfast she heard Sesshoumaru growling when he had purposely done it below human hearing.”

Kagome’s eyes got big in their sockets and her lips pursed. She turned to look at Sesshoumaru and shook her head at him. “Sneaksy,” she softly accused. His reply was the barest, unrepentant smirk, with golden eyes lighting up. Her lips couldn’t help but twist up in a small smile that was mostly in her sparkling blue eyes. She turned back around and shoved her back into his chest playfully. He responded by squeezing her so tightly she lost her breath for a moment before he relaxed his hold.

Inuyasha caught the play and smiled, feeling like the couple was finally moving in the right direction again. He had been really scared for Kagome.

When they finished up business, Kaneko got up and served sugar free, crustless cheesecake to everyone as Izayoi passed out coffee and tea. They all spent the evening talking and enjoying each other’s company, knowing they probably wouldn’t have another chance to do this until after Kagome’s birthday at the beginning of September.

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Sesshoumaru and Kagome were getting ready for bed, lights off, when he took note of just how baggy everything was on her, even her undergarments, though he was pleased again to see a white pair with magenta stripes. When she joined him under the covers and scooted over to cuddle with him he broached, “This Sesshoumaru will take you shopping tomorrow.”

“Shopping? For what?”

“Clothing. Why have you not requested new clothes?”

“Well, you know, we kinda weren’t talking and I’m absolutely not having Jaken do it.” She didn’t even want to imagine what the toad youkai would pick out for her.

“Hn.” He did not want to see her dressed like his retainer, either. “Think about where you would like to go and we will leave after lunch.”

“Ooh! I get the day off?”

“After miko training.”

She waved the hand resting on his chest. “Yeah, yeah. You know what I meant. Sure you’re not just sick of getting burnt?”

“Kagome, which one of us landed more blows today?”

She sighed. “OK, OK. You are the great and terrible Sesshoumaru and I am just a chick with new toys.” She brightened, “Will you teach me to fight like you?”

“This Sesshoumaru is uncertain he wants you to fight like him.”

“Why not? You’re awesome!”

He acknowledged her praise with a “Hn.” “You fight very well in your own way. You are swift, you seek out and exploit weaknesses, you anticipate your opponent well, and you do not take your eyes from him. You do not need to be ruthless.”

“Hey, what about a sword? Can we try that?”

“Hn. While you were in the hot springs this evening, I chose a suitable katana with which you will practice. If you show skill, I will have our family blacksmith make you your own.”

“Wow, really? Just for me? That’s so cool!”

“Hn.”

“Sesshoumaru?” she asked shyly.

“Hn.”

“Did I really do OK today?”

“Kagome, you are a very capable hand to hand fighter. Your holy powers are unlike any this Sesshoumaru has ever seen and it has not escaped his notice just how much you hold back when you fight him. In a real battle, you will terrify our enemies.”

She smiled. “I like the sound of that.” They were having a real conversation and she felt so close to him. She needed to ask, “Sesshoumaru, is there anything else you’re keeping from me?”

He sighed sadly. “Yes, there is.”

She waited for him to continue, a catch in her heart.

“This Sesshoumaru has kept the benefits of mating a youkai from you.” There was a pause as he collected his courage. “He has done this out of insecurity. It was important to know that you would choose this Sesshoumaru on his own merits and not because of what he could grant you through our mating.”

“Sesshoumaru…” she was overwhelmed. This proud demon had not kept this from her for sake of his pride, but because he couldn’t bear knowing she would make such an important life decision on anything other than who he was. She was about to tell him it didn’t matter, he could keep his secret, when he spoke again.

“By mating me, your life span will stretch to match my own; you will not grow old and die quickly as a human does. In youkai, our lives are measured by our power, and as you know, this Sesshoumaru is without equal. Also, the addition of my youki to your system as will happen when you accept my mark will heal you of all of your past injuries and scars. This means the injuries to your hip and knees, the neck injuries and head traumas you have sustained, the nerve damage from your Bell’s palsy, the burn scars to your thighs, even the scars inside of you will disappear. You will be whole once again.”

She was silent. He knew he had told her a lot of information, but he was feeling very self-conscious and scared. He had admitted that he kept another secret from her, he had told her that she would be healed and that he didn’t want to tell her. This could go very badly.

She was getting up. ‘Gods…she’s leaving!’ He panicked. His breaths came short and fast, tears pricked his eyes. He didn’t know what to do.

She moved up the bed until their breath mingled and she could look in the dark flashes of his eyes. She saw a single tear fall from his wide right eye, sparkling in the dim moonlight before falling to his silvery hair. Her hand moved to the side of his face and smoothed the trail of wetness away. “Sesshoumaru, you are a very silly demon,” she drawled softly against his lips before dragging her bottom lip across his.

She was kissing him. Sweet, soft kisses. This was the last thing he had expected from her. For a moment, he forgot to breathe entirely. Then, he was overcome by passion and his right hand found the hair at her nape, tangling in it and forming a fist, pulling it, before pressing her mouth more firmly to his. She moaned into his mouth. His left hand pressed her chest against his until he decided that wasn’t close enough and rolled her over, settling between her legs, forcing her down into the mattress with his body. Her legs rose to wrap around him, pressing her molten core to his hardness through the thin cotton of her panties. He ground his pelvis into hers, savoring how her hands clutched at him, how her kisses grew more desperate.

His mouth kissed a hot trail from her mouth, down her jaw, over her graceful neck; he nipped her and she moaned his name. He lapped up the tiny bead of blood greedily, sucking her neck for more. Her hands twisted in his hair, pressing him closer. In a hushed whisper full of pent up emotion, tears in her eyes, she said, “I love you, Sesshoumaru. Gods, I love you so much.”

Just like that, Sesshoumaru’s fears were vanquished. He knew without a doubt that she said it because he had been honest with her, not because of what he said. He smelled her tears and blinked away his own. His mouth moved lower as his hands found the ties to her yukata and ripped it open, baring her fantastically firm breasts to his attentions. He had never wanted her as much as he did now, but he had to wait. She needed to learn to trust him again. He cursed himself for the thousandth time for not following his instincts with her as he squeezed her breasts together and laved her sensitive nipples.

“Bite me…” Said on a sigh, he heard the words but lifted his head to look at her because he needed confirmation that he had actually heard them. “Please, Sesshoumaru…bite them…hard.”

Eyes nearly fully crimson, he readily complied with her wish, biting the large, tender areola of her left breast and tasting the small flash of blood on his tongue where his fangs had pierced the thin skin. She had no idea what she was doing to him, she couldn’t. The blood of a mate was considered sacred and the finest delicacy. It called to his bestial side like a red cloak to a bull and he fought a losing battle keeping his beast restrained. It certainly didn’t help that she reacted as an inu would, baring her neck, moaning in ecstasy, rubbing against him and encouraging him with, “More, please…”

In a moment of sanity, he stopped and buried his head between her breasts, breathing deeply of her scent and trying to calm himself. He was interrupted by hands in his hair, impossibly strong, that pulled his face up so his eyes met hers.

With eyes clear and voice firm and measured, one hand reached between them and stroked his hardness as she said, “You are Sesshoumaru. No demon in the world can best you in strength, power, or control. Your chosen wants your rigid, throbbing cock inside of her, thrusting hard and fast, taking her, making her yours, filling her with your seed and making her scream your name in pleasure until she is hoase. Right now. She has supreme confidence in your control and knows you would never mate her without her permission. Now, my darling Sesshoumaru, would you really leave her unfulfilled?”

If he was a different demon, his jaw would be somewhere a foot below his mouth. He knew instantly that she had known exactly what she was doing provoking his beast. His naughty chosen had purposely gotten him worked up so she could have her way. And after that little speech of hers, entirely different from her first of that kind, there was no way he could let her down: his pride demanded it. How well she knew him—she was truly meant to be his.

Her panties were shredded in his claws and he dove for her like a demon too long without nourishment as indeed he was. She was wet to her thighs and his face and cheeks were soaked as he attacked her sensitive, erect button with his mouth, tonguing and sucking, rejoicing in his chosen’s symphony of delighted moans. He retracted his claws and inserted a finger inside her tight sheath, pumping and swirling as he searched out the main line of her scar tissue. In moments, she was ready and the moment her walls shuddered in release, that beautiful voice from his dreams calling his name, small fingers tangling in his hair and weak nails scraping his scalp, he released a tiny line of poison, dissolving the bothersome bit of flesh and cauterizing healthy skin together. He heard her gasp of pain and moved up her body to kiss her lips, fingers still working magic between her strong legs.

She eagerly took his tongue, sucking on it, moving her chin to lick her juices from his face. Her hand found him and her tiny fingers wrapped around his considerable girth, rubbing up and down the shaft. He pulled from her hold and sat up on his knees, voice a growl as he said, “Come to me, miko.”

She knew what he wanted and sat up, turning and getting up on her knees, backing up into his body and writhing against it before lowering her shoulders to the mattress, winking at him over her shoulder and presenting herself to him as a good inu bitch would. If she could see his eyes, she would see swirling crimson with just a bare outline of gold, rolling like the waves of the sea around his iris. He was barely hanging on, but he had to, his chosen trusted him and he could never violate her precious trust again.

He ran his clawed hands over her generous hips, pulling her tight against him, before lining up himself with her opening. He gathered her hair in his fist and in one quick thrust, he buried himself inside her, fighting the hardest battle of his life not to mark her. She cried out. He pulled her head back and she bared her neck, tempting him grievously. Scenting her, he licked her delicious neck from behind, tasting the sweet, coppery tang of her dried blood where he had nipped her previously. How he wanted to bury his fangs there and drink her blood freely as he filled her body with his youki.

He knew he was stretching her to her limit—he could hear her panting against his intrusion. Bringing a hand around and under her body, he manipulated that delightful little bundle of nerves of hers while he pulled out and pushed back in slowly. When she moaned, he was encouraged to quicken his pace and soon his chosen was thrusting her body back in to his, driving him on.

“Please, Sesshoumaru, harder…please.” He didn’t need any further encouragement and loosened his control enough to pound into her, watching as her beautiful cheeks rippled from the impact and her generous breasts swayed wildly. She was already so close, he could feel her muscles shaking inside, and he realized with shock that he was not far behind her. He continued to stroke her erect nubbin of flesh as he took pleasure from the tightest body he had ever felt. In moments, she screamed her release, moaning his name and quickly reduced to delirious mumblings as she went limp in his hold. At the same moment, he felt his balls tighten as he shot himself deep inside her, growling and roaring, thrusting one final time as deep as he could as her convulsing walls milked him of every last drop.

He held on to her body and rolled them onto their sides, keeping himself lodged inside her. Knotting her was impossible until they were mated, she was just too tight until she was healed, but that didn’t mean he was in any hurry to pull out of his beloved chosen. He held her close, her head resting on his outstretched arm, nuzzling and licking her neck as she shivered with aftershocks. Into her sensitive ear he whispered, “Kagome…miko, you are mine and this Sesshoumaru will love you until forever.”

Half asleep already, Kagome murmured, “And you are mine.” She kissed the inside of his arm where her head was resting. “I have loved you even when I wanted to leave you.” A thought occurred to her, “So help me if even one bitch at the store comes up to you, I swear I’m going beasty.”

He snorted, smiling. “Then you will understand if this Sesshoumaru becomes upset with the men who will look at you.”

“Sesshoumaru, men don’t look at me anymore. Just one horny, blind daiyoukai,” she said on a yawn.

“We shall see, miko.” But she was already asleep.

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