Captured Soul

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Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha or any of it characters.

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Chapter 8: Sour to sweet to bitter


The pain did not disappear. His owner had lied. Wallowing in agony,
Sesshomaru lay waiting in a pool of his
own blood. It hurt...It hurt so much.
Through uneven heatbeats, his body jerked sporadically.

The miko left him. From what his dulled and damaged senses could tell,
she had walked out of the room.

For what length of time the youkai could not determine, he shook and
convulsed.

The room spun in dizzying circles. With great effort, he moved his
head and tried to establish his bearings. His arms and legs refused to move on command.
Painful tremors were the only motions his mangled flesh and muscles would allow.

He wanted to fall away, to leave this place and this torment.


But that was not possible.

For the first time in Sesshomaru's life, he shed a tear.
He began to whisper between his cracked lips which were smeared with coppery
stickiness.

"Make it stop......please make it stop.....she said it would stop.."

His whispers turned into loud groans as the pain began to increase.
The flesh on his back began to burn.
The smell of purifying magic seeped up into his clogged nose.

The dog demon whimpered. She had left him here......to suffer.

Suddenly, it felt as if the flesh on
his back was melting. A thousand stabs of fire began to needle their way into
the wounds on his back. It increased in mounting degrees. Soon he would not be
able to bear it without crying out. He parted his lips again to rasp out a weak,
pleading call to his owner. "Please......Make it stop......Please.....I beg you...."

A moment later he was howling. "Please!......Make it stop!.....Mercy!....Master!

Through the blistering agony, he heard the sound of faint footsteps
coming near.

At that moment, the searing pain spiked then consumed him.

Something within snapped and he forced out a blood chilling
scream. "Kill me! I want to die! Please!
I AM BEGGING YOU! KILL ME!"

The unmerciful agony blinded him but did not allow his mind to shut down.

Very strong hands picked him up and he twisted involuntarily in their hold
as the motion caused splintered bone to pierce and slice into his insides. He screamed
again. Something clamped over his mouth. He gagged, trying to cry out again as blood
welled up in his throat. He felt himself being carried then dropped. When the cover
on his mouth slipped away, he let out an ear splitting howl.

But his cry was cut short.

He had been tossed into water.


His lungs filled with hot liquid. As he went limp, his world ebbed away into
submerged numbness.


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Sesshomaru woke with a start. He was laying on his stomach.
The soft bed underneath cradled him. The demon had the desire to get up.
But when he tried to move, he flinched.

A small female voice soothed beside him. "Please, stay very still...It will
only hurt more if you move."

He let out a groan and buried his nose in the warm pillow. His mind
despaired in the knowledge that death had not come for him.

Light touches caressed his back. It felt as though a gooey paste was being
rubbed on his flesh. The potent balm reminded him of forest herbs.

Sesshomaru turned his head to the side where the voice had come from.

The female spoke again; she sounded as if speaking more to herself than
to him. "I didn't think you were going to make it. At least you are healing now.
You must be a very powerful youkai for wounds such as these to heal so quickly."

A deep breath earned him a stabing pain in his chest. But he clenched his
eyes shut to counteract it and rasped out a question. "How long have I been asleep?"

The female sighed. "Two days. My lady was not very pleased when you would
not wake. lef left the minute Shi'an placed you on your bed."

With his senses returning, he now realized that the female nursing him was
the servant; Liana.

His mind took a turn about. Shi'an?

Did not the miko call her pet panther by that name?

The girl rambled. "I made you a fire. If you want, I can bring you
something to eat. Would yoke ske some meat broth?"

While trying to turn more to see the young female, he winced. With some
concern, he asked another question. "When did.....When is.....my owner....coming back?"


The young girl moved to his line of sight; the worried light in her eyes
showing clearly. "My lady said she would return in six days."

He closed his eyes and buried his face in the pillow again. "Leave me."

The rustling of her servant robes told him that she had stood up.

The girls light footfalls tapered off as she left the room and walked down
the hall.

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For the next two days, he did not move. From time to time, the female
servant would come and tend to his injuries. Even though the girl tried to get him to eat,
he refused. But, he did accept water.

By the end of the second day, he sat up with some effort.
Taking great care not to reopen the gashes in his back, Sesshomaru eased over
to the night table where a covered tray had been laid.
His stomach spoke to him and he lifted the covering
to find two roasted pheasants.
Very carefully, he reached over to the tray and pulled it onto his lap.
The dog demon ate slowly.
After he had finished, he picked up the tray and placed it back on the table.

He moved and laid down on his stomach then let out a weary breath.

Some time later, the young female entered the room.

He watched as she checked the fire.

She turned around and blinked. "Oh, I didn't know you were awake."

Her eyes fell on the uncovered tray. The young girl smiled. "I see you
have eaten. Do you wish for me to see to your injuries again?"

Averting his eyes, he replied. "No."

The young servant girl nodded then walked over to the night table.
After picking up the tray, she left.

He groaned once before falling asleep.

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Morning light from the window flooded the room. Sesshomaru sat up and
looked around. He stretched, noting that only soreness remained in his backside.
His healing ability had finally finished it's task. Looking over to the window,
he surmised that he had slept till midmorning.

The miko would return today.

The dog demon closed his eyes as a slight icy shudder passed over him.

He shook his head once to clear the feeling.

After several moments, the sickening pull on his insides abated.


Upon opening his eyes, Sesshomaru found the young servant girl standing
at the door to his room.

Her head tilted slightly. "Do you need anything?"

Sesshomaru let his gaze fall to the floor. "No."

She nodded once and left.

The day wore on as the dog demon worked out the kinks which had settled
in his body by moving about the room. When the light began to dim with the
setting sun, he lay back down on the bed and waited.

Soon, he heard the wisp of the human female's robes.

He looked over to the door.

The young girl appeared. A hint of fear carried in her scent.
While walking hurridley to the wardrobe, she spoke in a voice thick with
anxiety. "My lady has returned. She wishes to see you."

His heart began to pound.

The female pulled out what appeared to be a long formal robe and
folded it neatly.


She turned to him. "My lady wants you to take a bath first."

A pleading expression lit her face. "Will you please allow me to
help you bathe this time? My lady explicitly asked that I do this."

Sesshomaru slowly nodded and rose from the bed.

With a smile of relief, the female headed out the door. "Please,
follow me."

He left the warmth of his room to follow the girl.

After entering the bathing room, he stopped before the deep set pool.
The young female turned away, probably waiting for him to undress.
He untied the belt around his waist, letting his pants slip to the floor.

While immersing himself in the hot , circulating bath, he calmed somewhat.

Warm hands rubbed gently over his skin. A spicy fragrance drifted up
as the female lathered some sort of substance in her hands. With great care, she scrubbed
through his hair and over his body. This was the first time a female had touched
him so intimately. Sesshomaru did not know why, but a smalrt ort of him liked it.


When the girl finished washing him, She got up from her kneeled position.

After picking up a large drying cloth, she waited next to the pool.

Hot water splashed about his legs as he rose.

The girl held up the drying cloth in front of her, hiding her eyes
from his view.

As he stepped over to the female, she red oud out and helped wrap the
cloth around his body.

With a worried look, she asked him a question. "Will you please sit down
on the bench and let me dry and brush your hair?"

Sesshomaru complied with the request and moved to sit on the seat by the
steamy bath.

The girl walked over to the other side of the room and gathered two items:
a brush and a smaller cloth.

He closed his eyes and breathed evenly as her hands dried his hair with the
other drying cloth. She began to comb with sure, careful brush strokes. While she
performed the simple task with her delicate motions, a sweet tune floated
from the young girl. It was a lullaby; an ancient one.

So calmed by the light brushing and quiet song, Sessomaru barely noticed
when the soothing brush strokes stopped.

The soft voice of the female roused him out of the light daze and he opened
his eyes. "I have placed your garment on the bench beside you. I will wait outside while
you dress."


With that, the girl stepped out of the room.

He dressed in the long, white silk robe then walked out of the steam filled
room.


The girl nodded to him when he came out and gestured to the end of the
hall. "This way."

The thumping in hiest est started again as he retraced the steps which
had led him to the miko's bed chamber the first time.

He clenched his hands into fists to keep them from shaking.

When they neared the door to the miko's bedchamber, the young girl
knocked.

An even, sultry voice called out. "Come."

After pushing the old wooden door open, the female servant entered the room.

Reluctantly, he followed the girl into the bedchamber, keeping
his eyes on the stone floor. The crackling fire spilled animated shadows
across the cold stone.

He stopped when the young female halted in front of him.

The girl bowed low, her soft tone filtering through the silence.
"I have finished the task you have requested, My Lady."

A voice laced with satisfaction answered. "You have done well, Liana.
Now leave."


The servant girl raised up and hurried out of the room.


Sesshomaru went rigid with the click of the door.

The sound of silk sliding over bare skin drew near.

Closing his eyes, the dog demon tried to push down the fear which
threatened to consume his spirit.

The pounding in his ears almost drowned out the miko's purring tone.
"I see you have healed, dear prince."

The heat from her body circled him. "You clean up very nice."

A lightness pushed into his hair and he heard a distinct sniff.
"And you smell so good."


She moved to the front of him. "What's the matter, prince?
Afraid to look at me?"

The miko gave a soft, short laugh. "I want you to see me, demon.
Open your eyes."

He did as ordered but kept his gaze to the floor. Small bare feet entered
his line of sight.

Her voice grew a notch higher. "Look at me, youkai."

In slow degrees, he moved his vision to include the woman standing
before him: from her ankles, to the transparent silk robe, then up to the beastly
beauty of her face.

A carnal smile graced full red lips. Black eyes smoldered with lust.

One hand reached up to touch his face.

He made no sound and remained deathly still.

Her fingers gently smoothed over his cheek.

Female musk nauseated him.

Sesshomaru swallowed down the bitter bile in his throat.

The smile on her face widened into a full grin. "You are so beautiful."

After dropping her hand, she turned and walked over to the bed.
She sat down and stared at him; the light in her eyes, blazing with
wicked desire.

In a firm seductive tone, she gave him an order. "Take off the robe, now."

Heat flared in his cheeks as he untied the cloth belt.
The garment slid off of his shoulders and fell to his feet.

Every inch of his bared skin tingled as the woman gazed at him.

Sesshomaru could almost feel the sensual burn of woman's eyes as they
traveled slowly over his body.

The woman raised her hand and motioned an invitation. "Come, my
beautiful pet."


Never taking his eyes off of the woman, Sesshomaru moved to the bed with
slow steps.

The miko watched him intently. He stopped before the woman who was sitting
on the dark quilts which covered her bed.

She laughed. "I release you from your last command. You do not have to
look at me if you do not wish to."

Immediately, Sesshomaru looked away.

A warm hand touched him where no being
had ever touched him before.

Shutting his eyes, the dog demon steadied himself.

She gave a command in a low tone. "Lie down, Youkai."openopened his eyes
but avoided looking at the female.

The woman moved over as he lay on the bed beside her.

On his back, Sesshomaru stared up at the ceiling.

In the corner of his vision, he glimpsed at the female who began to
slide out of her robe.

Repulsion snaked its way to his stomach.

Light fingertips played about the skin on his chest.

Those fingers reached up to thread through his hair and caress his face.

She spoke in an soft voice. "Did you know, demon, that there is a word
tied to your collar?"

His hackles rose.

Her words lingered like sticky cobwebs. "I can say that word....because
I am your owner....When I choose to punish you, I will use that word..And when I use
that word, the pain you experience will be far beyond what you have felt so far.

..Do you want to see how it feels? Do you want me to use it?"

Sesshomaru could not stop himself from trembling. ".....Ple....Please do
not...."


Suspision laced her tone. "Now, I would never have to use it now, would I?
Have you gone and done something that I would have disaproved of? MMMMmmmm?
My sweet little doggy has not disobeyed me, has he?"

While trying not to anger the miko, he replied in a submisive and hesitant
voice. "No...Master...I.....have not....."

The woman's breathing deepened as she began fondling him. "You are such a good boy."
A crA creamy thigh found it's way over his knees.

Warm lips began their journey, placing little pecks across his chest.
They traveled to his collar bone, over the metal around his throat and up to
the base of his ear.

Sesshomaru turned his head and centered his vision on the other side of
the room.


Long tendrils of hair brushed his skin,ing ing his flesh prickle.

The hand that held him firmly in it's grasp started to stroke gently.
Soft warm breasts pressed against his side.


Her tongue glided along his jawline, leaving a cold, wet trail.
She stopped at his chin to give a playful nip.

The sickening knot in his stomach threatened to purge itself.

He remained motionless in the female's clutches.

The woman ceased her movements. "What is wrong, my pet? You body is so
stiff but unfortunately, the part of you that I want to stiffen, has not."

As her body covered his, she rubbed her
slick sex over that part of him which refused to react to her uninvited grinding.

She stopped.

A heavy breath hissed in his ear. "Why won't you respond? Do you need
a little more persuasion? I want you to touch me."

While keeping his gaze to the far wall, he replied with slightly
shaky words. "I don't....I...."


She raised up and looked at him. "Your a virgin?" she sounded amused.

He swallowed hard, degredation clawing in hut. ut. "I am supposed to pick
out a single mate for life."

She laughed cattily. "My dear prince, you surprise me. And that happens
rarely."

Her tone grew mildly sensual. "
I will have to teach you how to please me. And that will be my
pleasure."

Lowering her lips to his cheek, she spoke in a deep, husky tone between
light kisses. "It is a....shame....that your waiting........was in vain, youkai.... but
I promise...I will...be gentle...."

Her hand stroked him again. "Now respond my beautiful youkai. Give in."


He hardened under the aggressive fondling, hating his body and at the same
time thanking it for saving him from her wrath.

Sesshomaru turned his gaze to the naked woman atop him.
Her skin glowed in the firelight. Perfect breasts bounced lightly.
Her semi-lean body writhed with curves that would make any demonness green with envy.

He watched as the exotic female mounted him, sliding easily over his length.
Feminine hips rocked in a slow, rythmic motion, starting slow at first then increasing to a hard
heated grinding.

She bucked and he could feel the tightening of her inner walls around him.


Heavy breathing grew into deep moans. The woman leaned down and whispered
husky words of passion: of how beautiful he was, how much he filled her,
what a good boy he was, and that she intended to keep him forever.

Female arousal blocked out nearly every other scent.

While sitting back up, she countinued the erogenous rocking and grinding.

Just as her hot, slick walls squeezed hard around him, she threw her head back and
let out a loud moan.

On the verge of release, Sesshomaru struggled to hold it within.

It would mean his final submission to her.


His hands flexed then grasped the sheets so tightly he almost feared they
would rip.

Piercing his tongue with one sharp canine, Sesshomaru let the blood
flow into his mouth.

The act distracted him enough.

Continuing her sensual movements, she bent down and hissed sharply in his
ear. "Swallow that blood and let go."

The dog demon complied, swallowing the thick, warm liquid, letting his
saliva heal the wound.

Grasping the female's hips, he then thrust up into her , releasing his seed within her with a vocal grunt.

This elicited a lusty groan from the female as she shook and squeezed
around him once again.

His body spasmed in the falling aftermath of his release.

While breathing hard, he waited for the woman who was coming down from
her own pleasure to tell him what to do.
She lowered and licked the rim of his ear to the pointed tip.

In an immensely satisfied voice,
she purred. "You pleased me this time, prince. I look forward to our next
union."





Raising up, she slid off of him. The smell of blood and mating clung to his
senses.

Sesshomaru did not move.

The miko grabbed her robe. Standing up from the bed, she slipped on the silk
garment. Without looking at him, she muttered a command. "Leave, return to your room.
We will depart at dawn. I have much to do."


Sesshomaru raised up. His skin was sticky with mg flg fluids and he smelled
like her.

He wanted a bath but chose not to utter his thoughts out loud.

After getting off of the oversized bed, he picked up his robe.

As he walked over to the door, Sesshomaru put on the garment and tied the
cloth belt.

The door creaked as he opened it, sending an echo down the hall.

He proceeded to his room, hoping the servant girl would check up on him. And
hoping she could give him water to wash off these nauseating odors clinging to his skin.

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Ok, I would like to know how I did with this chapter. This was my first lemon.
I definitely want a comment on that part. How was it? Too raunchy? Too dull?
Too boring
hope all who read were entertained by this chap.
Please read and review. It makes me happy!