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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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Within the walls of his luxurious castle, Daiyokai-jo, Sesshomaru paced the hallway restlessly.
Kagome had been sleeping all day, and he had finally woken her to send her outside with Rin � she needed some color in her cheeks and a chance to move around. Lately she had rarely left her rooms.
It didn�t make sense, thought Sesshomaru. After all, he had dressed her nicely, he kept her fed; she was not cold or barefoot. She had Rin to console herself with, and at night she had him between her thighs, making use of her.
And still she continued to decline.
Was there something else he needed to provide for her? Surely not; Rin had always flourished under his care, so why would Kagome be any different?
He was distracted from his thoughts by the sound of Rin�s shrill screams; with one hand on his sword he hurtled towards the sound of her distress, prepared to slay any demon that might have interfered with the innocent play of his ward and his bitch.
When he arrived at the stream, Rin was half-way down the high bank of the stream, scrambling on all fours like a little bear. Kagome�s awkward shape was visible in the ditch below, struggling to regain her footing and leaning heavily to one side.
�My Lord!� exclaimed Rin, her whole face lighting up at the sight of her beloved Sesshomaru. �Lady Kagome slipped over the side!�
�Stay on the bank, Rin,� instructed Sesshomaru tersely, tugging her back by the tail of her bright-colored kimono. He deposited her safely on high ground and proceeded after the troublesome woman below.
Kagome had been frightened by her fall � one minute they had been standing on the bank, and the next, the ground had been spinning up to meet her � and now she couldn�t keep her balance in the stream. She wasn't sure what had happened - had she fainted? Her feet wouldn't stay under her, and she cried out when she started to trip, falling forward towards the rocks. Sesshomaru was there in the next second, grabbing her arm and pulling her up against his body.
Kagome let him loop her arm around his neck. �I�m sorry," she said, trying to smile, "I�m tired and I guess it made me careless.�
�You slept all night,� he said impatiently, �there is no need for you to be tired.� He turned up her palm to inspect the a scrape that ran across it, which was angry and red.
�I know, right? Weird,� agreed Kagome. She tried to step out of his grasp, but he kept her in place, examining the wound.
�I do not know how to treat human injuries,� he admitted stiffly.
�Oh, it�s fine,� said Kagome, pulling away again. �It�s just a scratch!�
He growled and kept her in the circle of his arms, and Kagome realized for the first time how cold she was, hopelessly, bone-deep cold. Without really meaning to, she found herself pressing against his warmth.
�You will retire early,� he informed her, swinging her up into his arms and making his way back up the bank. Kagome thought about protesting, but she was still feeling dizzy and faint, so instead she burrowed her face into his shoulder and let him do as he wished.
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With Rin trotting along behind, Sesshomaru carried her back to her bedroom, which he had decorated for her in soft colors. He laid her down on the futon and sat back on his knees, frowning. She had fallen asleep while he carried her.
�Rin, go and fetch some water,� he ordered. He reached out cautiously to touch Kagome�s skin,
but he didn�t know what temperature humans were normally, so he couldn�t tell if she was hot. He tried to remember what she had felt like the first time he had touched her, when he had held her against him in the vale of flowers . . . was she hotter or colder now? He didn�t know.
�Sesshomaru,� whispered Kagome, swimming up towards his face above her. �What�s wrong with me?�
�You are suffering from some type of ague, that is all,� he replied brusquely. �There is a healer in my lands, Tadashi of the Tenth Month, who is highly favored by the heavens. If you are not recovered by tomorrow, I will take you there.�
An Ague? thought Kagome desperately. My God, she had to get out of here. She needed to get back to her own time, where modern medicine was based on more than superstition and good luck. But before she could try to express this to Sesshomaru, he had tucked her into the blankets of her own bed, lingering just long enough to arrange her hair on the pillow like a fan before he left her to rest.
How strange, thought Kagome, to think that there was still any such place as the future, that somewhere there were cities and heaving streets and cement high-rises competing for space in the sky. It had been so long since she had seen anything but trees, and wooden buildings, and paper walls. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine the messy, crowded blocks, the long clean lines of buildings, and the power of motors and gears, humming like bees in a hive . . .
Somehow these thoughts were so soothing that she relaxed into the blankets and slept, straight through the night and through the next morning when Sesshomaru carried her to Tadashi�s hut.
***
She awoke when she was placed on Sesshomaru�s lap and held in place. �Inspect her,� instructed Sesshomaru's dispassionate voice.
�She seems well constructed, my lord,� Tadashi observed cautiously. He was a surprisingly human-looking figure, a tall old man with a full beard, but Kagome could sense an inhuman power about him.
�Something ails her. An ague.�
Tadashi approached. Cool fingers floated over her skin, pressing lightly. �She has a fever? Chills?�
�And she is always tired.� Kagome gasped at the sensation of Tadashi�s power � it was cold, sinking into her like a knife, searching out her weaknesses. She whimpered and tried to pull away, but Sesshomaru only tightened his grip on her shoulders.
Tadashi stroked Kagome�s arm soothingly as he continued to feed his yokai under her skin, watching as her miko powers reacted sluggishly. �Hmm. I forgot what you said you have been keeping her for, my lord?�
�For my pleasure,� answered Sesshomaru bluntly. He turned Kagome's face into his shoulder as she shuddered under the effect of Tadashi�s power.
�I see. And you have been using her . . . charms, I suppose?�

�Of course.�
"Ah. Well, I think I see the source of the problem, my Lord.� Tadashi retracted his power and Kagome sank back in relief. Sesshomaru hoisted her up to sling her across his chest, where she hung limply. �A miko cannot be used so carelessly, like a common human whore. Her powers react to your yokai, my Lord. They require an outlet. They will poison her from the inside if this affliction continues.�
�Would you call your Lord an affliction on the miko?� inquired Sesshomaru dangerously, his claws glinting in his lap.
�No, of course not, my Lord,� Tadashi hastened to correct himself. �But your yokai � it poisons her.�
�She is mine to do with as I wish,� said Sesshomaru. �I traded my father�s sword for her.�
Kagome wanted to protest this blatant misrepresentation of the truth, but she was too tired to lift her head from Sesshomaru�s shoulder, and his hand cupping the back of neck kept her from moving, anyway.
�Be that as it may, she will continue to sicken as long as you continue to use her.�
�So she must have a vent,� said Sesshomaru. �What is to be done?�
�There is nothing to be done, my Lord,� said Tadashi nervously. �Your mastery constrains her.
You must put her from you, or she will continue to sicken until she dies.�
�Then I will revive her with my sword,� countered Sesshomaru, his voice bored.
�You could bring her to life, but not keep her alive.� Tadashi softened, reading Sesshomaru�s expression through long experience. �The lives of these humans are brief, my Lord, and the time of their youth and beauty even briefer. There is no place for them in the world of demons. Better to return her to her own people, where she would recover, in time.�
�You have stated your opinion,� growled Sesshomaru, �but her place is with me, to serve my needs.�
Tadashi shook his head and stood up. �Then you will break your pretty toy, just as you used to do as a child.�
Scowling, Sesshomaru gathered up Kagome and carried her away.
***
He carried her as far as his moon garden, which was a sheltered spot on the side of the castle. There he settled her on the grass and wrapped her in his outer robe, tightly, like a baby, with her arms trapped inside.
�Sesshomaru?� she asked hesitantly, trying to keep her eyes open.
�Wait here for me until I return,� he snarled. �Do not think that you will ever escape from me. I will use you for my pleasure until your death.�
Kagome lay still after he left. What was death, she wondered drowsily. Was it a great dark hall, an immense cave, a black river? Perhaps she was already dead, and this endless journey was only part of the passage into the land of sleep. She was so tired right now, in fact . . . so tired . . .
***
Sesshomaru returned with some strengthening medicine, which remained from the human wench, Inuyasha�s mother. Kagome lay as he had left her, heavy-lidded, her pulse sounding deep and slow in his ears. He unwrapped her from the blankets and rolled her onto her back to examine her; the bright spots of color on her cheek, the glaze of fever in her eyes. Her hair curled around her temples in damp waves. He noticed, abstractly, that she was still very beautiful.
He set the cup to her lips and coaxed her to drink, pouring it down her throat a little at a time. When it was finished he waited to see if it wrought any change, but could detect no difference.
He untied the knot of her belt and pushed open the sides of her yakuta, drinking in the sight of her naked body as it was revealed to him. Everything was smooth and perfectly white.
He pushed her legs apart and Kagome made no protest. She moved as though drugged, settling on her back, letting her knees fall open.
Carefully, he pressed one finger against that tight little cavern, easing it slowly inside her. He stroked her with his thumb and her hips pushed back against him. So he was killing her, was he? He was like a poison to her?
Kagome murmured nonsense in her sleep, as he followed the progress of his finger with his eyes. She was tight and damp. She would feel good.
He uncovered himself and knelt between her legs. Kagome was too weak to move to any other position, so he would finally grant her wish by taking her face-to-face. He lifted her hips with his hands and lined up their bodies.
�Sess � sho,� Kagome muttered. She had never spoken his name before during their sessions.
�Quiet, Woman,� he ordered. He began to press into her, reveling in the warmth, the ache. She tossed her head from side to side and then relaxed, sinking back against the blankets.
�Good bitch.� He eased himself all the way inside her, pressing their bodies together. He didn�t move.
Kagome�s eyes fluttered open, fixing dazedly on his face. �Sess . . . ?�
�I said quiet!� he snarled. He pulled out a little way and thrust back inside, jolting her body. Kagome moaned softly but made no attempt to push him away.
�That feels . . . good.�
He stopped. Buried to the hilt inside her, he pulled her up into his arms, where she drooped bonelessly.
He rocked against her slowly, feeling his pleasure coming on as though from a great distance away. He wanted to prolong it as much as possible, and he slowed down to an impossible speed.
Kagome was motionless in his arms, not able to help him at all, hardly reacting to him inside of her. Like deadweight, he thought. He pulled her closer, tighter into his arms, crushing her against his chest, still thrusting slowly.
She moaned.
�Hush,� he told her. When she continued in the same low tone, he caught her chin and turned it up to him; her face was slack, eyes closed, as though she were already asleep.
Slowly, cautiously, he put his lips up against hers. They were dry with fever, and his own were dry too: he pulled back and licked his lips, and then for good measure, hers. Then he pushed their faces back together. Stupid human habit, he thought. He moved his mouth carefully, using their connection to open her mouth for him, and slipped his tongue inside her. His hips sped up, jerking uncontrollably.
He laid them back down, her on the bottom, still pressed together in various places. He loved the feeling of her naked breasts crushed against his chest. Kagome had fallen silent but she opened her eyes again and made a little squeak, which he could feel vibrating all the way through his body. Eagerly he pushed his tongue further into her mouth and felt her tentatively sucking on it. He pressed his fangs against her lips, carefully manipulating her tongue, holding her open for him while he frantically pumped� her mouth, her legs, all open for him, and full of him. She tasted bitter with the tang of his medicine, but underneath it he could detect her natural sweetness, and he wanted to trace it back to the source, in her very core. When he met her eyes they were full of confusion.
He pulled out of her suddenly and came on the grass, leaving her limp beneath him. Perhaps beautiful flowers would grow from his seed, he mused. At least he had kept from polluting her further. He turned back to her, recalling suddenly that she had not found her pleasure.
�Spread your legs,� he ordered, and Kagome moved slowly to obey. He knelt between her thighs, pressing her knees down. �Wider.�
Eagerly, he pressed his face into the juncture of her thighs. There was that taste � Gods, he wanted to drown in it. He sucked and licked between her legs as Kagome writhed weakly beneath him, pinned by his weight, and he could taste her pleasure on his tongue.
He felt that he was drinking her in, lapping madly against her, holding her against his face. He ran his sharp teeth over her sensitive nub, then took it into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue. Her hips started to rock up against him but he held her down, ignoring her mewling protest. Finally he pulled his head away and pressed a palm against her, hard; he wanted to watch her face as she came.
She was perfect in her rapture - her body arched like a bow, her chest flushed and heaving. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, her jaw slack, eyes tightly closed, strands of her wet hair sticking to her neck and shoulders. Then she fell back, still. He licked her clean, feeling the tremors of her aftershocks as he moved up her body to her breasts and the sweaty curve of her neck.
By the time he finished Kagome was asleep again, her head fallen to one side, her fingers spread open in the grass. She looked dead already. He knew Tadashi�s words were true; he was killing her. She would not last longer than a few more days at this rate.
He had made up his mind.
He wrapped her back in the blanket and lifted her up, slinging her over his shoulder. He could feel her cheek pressing against his back.
He walked slowly, stroking her naked thighs and the curve of her backside on his shoulder, running his claws up and down her skin. Up and down, up and down, until he pushed his finger into her folds and found her still wet. He smiled.
Alright, he would take her back to his pitiful half-brother and her miserable human friends. She would be allowed to recover for several months. But when she was recovered, he would come for her again, for as long as he could keep her; she would be shared between them, each with part of the year.
****
When Kagome awoke, she was pressed against familiar red robes, and with a little cry she buried her face into coarse white hair and began to sob.
�It�s alright, I�ve gotcha,� said Inuyasha, stroking her back, holding her comfortably on his lap. �I�ve got you.�
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For now.
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Finis!!
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A/N: I don't tend to write a lot of author's notes and I don't respond to every review, even though I read them and I do appreciate them. So, this is sort of a blanket thank-you to everybody who read or responded with encouragement: You guys are terrific!
If you ask a specific question I will try to answer it here, and keep updating my responses - so even though the story is finished, feel free to drop me a line.
Taxi: I don't think Inuyasha knows what Sesshomaru is planning, and neither does Kagome. You're right, if he did then he wouldn't accept the deal. I pictured Sesshomaru just dropping Kagome off without a word.
Lunar84: I hope this ending, which is what I always intended to write, was satisfying even though the characters did not end up married. I think their relationship did develop, but not along typical lines.
Snowbird: Obviously, you have the right to read or not read any story, as you choose.
"ME": I hope you can find the remains of the Persephone myth in the fic: the flower, the fruit, and now the seasonal hand-offs. It's somewhat losely based on that story.
savewolf the angel of death (and a few others): I'm sorry, the story is over, so there will not be any more updates. Maybe if someone else wants to write a follow-up you can read that! I think I've taken this smut-fest about as far as it's gonna go.
Manni: I kind of agree with you . . . sometimes I am horrified by the things I write, but somehow I keep writing them. Better on the web than in my head - which is probably why I don't need a sequel: it's out there now. In the show, Sesshomaru is more honorable and less beastly than he is here, but this way served my sick purposes better. Thanks for your honest review!
AGAIN, THANKS FOR READING!
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