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Secret Possession	By : SakuraAngel1 Category: InuYasha > Het - Male/Female > Sessh?maru/Kagome > Sessh?maru/Kagome Views: 44845 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-His
- 2-Hers
- 3-Theirs
- 4-Escape
- 5-Loss
- 6-Encounter
- 7-Blood
- 8-Regret
- 9-Plans
- 10-Emotion
- 11-Error
- 12-Pain
- 13-Death
- 14-The Meeting
- 15-The Taking
- 16-The Recovery
- 17-The Uninvited
- 18-The Terms
- 19-The Damned
- 20-The Dilemma
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A/N: Hello, my Lovelies~!
Sorry I haven't had the time to respond to your reviews, but you readers are just FABULOUS~! I love you guys so much, you have no idea how much I appreciate your support!
So, in this chapter there's going to be a little 'citrus' action and it's going to warrant an actual warning.
I hope you enjoy this chapter and as always I enjoy hearing back from you~
****WARNING****
This chapter includes rape and other offensive activites of that nature. You have been warned.
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Chapter 8: Regret
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“Inu...ya...sha…” Kagome mumbled weakly.
Sesshoumaru froze just as he leaned over Kagome’s sleeping form on the futon; fully prepared to place the beautiful sapphire and silver rosary around her neck.
Kagome was still asleep under the influence of the medicine, but it didn’t affect the kind of dreams that she had.
He bit back a small growl of frustration. Sesshoumaru wanted so badly to erase any thoughts and memories of Inuyasha from Kagome’s mind.
Even now while she slept, his little mate thought about the pathetic hanyou that she used to travel with.
Inuyasha didn’t deserve Kagome’s loyalty.
Yet, despite the fact that her faithfulness to his half brother made him a bit angry, it was admirable that her loyalty ran so deeply…
Soon, his feisty little mate would become loyal to him…and only him, but Sesshoumaru knew he had to earn her trust first.
Earlier, before Sesshoumaru had left for the executions, he had witnessed Kagome thrashing around in their bed from a nightmare that she had.
Atsuko explained that even before Kagome was medicated, she would have several nightmares a night while she had slept and that it was one of the reasons why the young miko was so exhausted.
Sesshoumaru had a feeling that he knew what was the cause behind those nightmares…
Gracefully, he knelt beside the large futon after he tucked away the rosary, and reached out to brush back Kagome’s sweaty bangs that were glued to her brow; placing the back of his large, clawed hand on her forehead to check her temperature.
She looked so pale and fragile, as if one wrong move or touch could break her.
Naoki had came in to check on his mate while she slept as Sesshoumaru was away from the room and upon his return, the old owl youkai informed him that Kagome was indeed healing from the fall.
However, Naoki’s main concern was the young miko’s lack of sleep.
It wasn’t good for Kagome’s healing process or for the pups, especially since they were due within the next few weeks.
Kagome would heal a lot faster if she had proper rest, and if she remained fully rested, there would be fewer complications during the twins’ birth.
Sesshoumaru wasn’t going to risk losing his mate and pups during childbirth, especially if it was within his control.
Tentatively, Sesshoumaru pulled back the covers of the futon to gaze at the swollen belly of his tiny mate.
Compared to human pregnancies, Kagome looked around four or five months along, but it was probably due to the fact that she was carrying more than one child in her womb.
The pups’ auras seemed to indicate that they were completely healthy; however, it was their mother that had Sesshoumaru concerned.
Slowly, Sesshoumaru’s amber eyes trailed up Kagome’s form; carefully examining her tiny, frail human body.
As Sesshoumaru examined her body, he suddenly stopped as he saw his vision began to lightly tint with a shade of red.
Silently, the Taiyoukai inhaled as he closed his eyes and started to focus on suppressing his demon back inside.
Sesshoumaru wasn’t angry. However, he was caught off guard by the erotic sight of his mate’s disheveled yukata, which hung carelessly from her slender shoulders; exposing the top of her newly swollen breasts.
Since the recent events that had occurred in the castle distracted him from being around his mate too much, Sesshoumaru failed to notice other changes in his mate’s body, as it was evident in the way Kagome’s yukata clung tightly to her body.
After he finally regained control, Sesshoumaru opened his eyes again and returned his gaze back to his mate’s achingly swollen breasts.
Kagome’s yukata clung tightly to her sweetly curved mounds and immediately, Sesshoumaru knew why his demon reacted the way it did.
Not only was it because he was aroused by the sight of her swelling breasts, but it was the fact that they looked slightly more swollen than when he had left for the executions.
It was subtle difference really, but it was just enough to beckon his demon’s attention and cause for him to act instinctively.
Intuitively, Sesshoumaru knew that his mate was getting uncomfortable in her yukata and because of that, his demon wanted to ease the source of her discomfort.
They were very enticing…too enticing, that in fact, Sesshoumaru felt the control on his demon that he had just regained slowly start to slip away.
From their mating, Sesshoumaru knew how sensitive those pale, plump mounds were and now that she was pregnant, Kagome was bound to be even more sensitive than before.
Quickly, Sesshoumaru diverted his attention away from them.
It was simply his demon reacting to the fact that he had been deprived of her soft, tiny body for so long.
It didn’t even help that he was surrounded by her sweet scent; a scent that smelled like juicy, sun-ripened peaches in the middle of summer…
Sesshoumaru felt as though he was going to go insane from the sheer lust that he was experiencing.
Granted, her body had healed some and it was okay to touch her or move her around if it was necessary, but then again, he didn’t want to risk hurting her.
On the other hand, Sesshoumaru couldn’t keep suppressing his demon in this manner, especially when it came to Kagome. The more he suppressed it, the more it would want to come back out.
Sesshoumaru would rather have the demon act gently towards Kagome during intimacy, than to take her by force, so he had to weigh his options carefully.
Kagome was asleep and would be for some time, so Sesshoumaru wouldn’t be able to take her in the way that he wanted, however, he did require some form of intimacy with her, in order to satisfy his demon’s needs with her.
Deftly, Sesshoumaru reached out and untied the obi of Kagome’s yukata before he pushed the robe wide open; her breasts practically burst free from the confinement of her silk robe.
Sesshoumaru nearly groaned with need as he saw his tiny mate’s beautiful, naked and pregnant body. Kagome’s bruises were already starting to fade and were beginning to reveal the flawlessly smooth skin that was once there before.
At this point, Kagome was so irresistible that no other thought seemed to cross the Taiyoukai’s mind.
Kagome was completely his now…
Swiftly and gently, Sesshoumaru cupped a full mound of creamy flesh in each of his hands before he tenderly began to squeeze them; carefully testing their weight.
They were certainly heavier than before and Sesshoumaru smirked in triumph at the fact that his hanyou half-brother would never get the chance to see them, as well as how soon his own pups would be suckling from those rosy nipples.
His pups were very fortunate, indeed.
Tentatively, Sesshoumaru began to stroke Kagome’s breasts and as he did so, he occasionally glanced up at her sleeping face to see her reaction, in case he had caused her harm.
Kagome simply furrowed her brow and sighed softly in her sleep, so Sesshoumaru continued his actions.
Sesshoumaru began to gently stroke and pull at the sensitive, pale pink buds, avoiding the use of his claws before he captured one of the rosy pebbles in between his lips; Kagome moaned softly in her sleep.
Carefully avoiding the use of his sharp fangs, Sesshoumaru tugged at the tiny bud before he roughly flicked the tip of his tongue at it; repeating the same actions to make Kagome’s nipple stand erect.
As he did so, his actions elicited another soft moan from his sleeping mate.
Sesshoumaru growled deeply in satisfaction as a response, before he turned his attention back to her naked breast as he sucked at the tortured and hardened peak; eliciting more soft moans from the young miko.
As he suckled and nipped lightly at the swollen, pale flesh, Sesshoumaru’s vision began to tint with red again as he could feel his fangs and claws elongate.
His need to satisfy his mate as well as himself seemed to grow as Sesshoumaru gradually began to lose control; giving into the neglected desires of his inner demon as he turned his attention to the other breast.
Yes, this was the way it was supposed to be.
Kagome was his; her body belonged to him and no one else.
She was pregnant with his pups; it was his seed that was growing inside of her.
Kagome was his prized possession and it filled the Taiyoukai with pride that such a powerful female was his.
Mine…Sesshoumaru thought possessively with a growl as he nipped and lapped at the underside of her swollen mound.
Pretty soon, Kagome would give birth to their twin pups and it wouldn’t be long until she would become pregnant with another one.
Before the twins could even wean themselves from their mother’s milk, Kagome’s belly would already be swollen with another pup on the way and he could fulfill her desire to become a mother.
Sesshoumaru fully intended on breeding Kagome properly; he had no intent on skipping any of her heat cycles.
If he calculated her cycles and pregnancy correctly, then Kagome would become pregnant at least twice a year.
The thought of her carrying more pups in her swollen belly as she nursed other little ones at her breasts delighted the Taiyoukai.
Sesshoumaru never gave up on his conquest for supreme power and now that he had a powerful mate that could produce powerful, full blooded offspring; nothing could possibly stand in his way.
The extra sweet, mouth watering scent of Kagome’s arousal caught the Taiyoukai’s attention and without a moment’s hesitation, Sesshoumaru found himself on the large futon; straddled above Kagome’s slender waist.
Sesshoumaru gazed down at Kagome’s angelic, sleeping face, as he placed his forehead against hers before sealing her luscious, pink lips in a chaste kiss; causing his silver hair to cascade beautifully around them in the afternoon light.
The world was theirs now; all he had left to do was to claim it.
As his mate, Kagome was going to rule by his side once he fully executed his plans for supreme power. He already possessed some of the tools to achieve his goal and Kagome was only part of his much larger plan; their children played another role as well.
As he pulled away from her lips, his attention focused on the exposed mating mark at the junction of her long neck and small shoulder.
Instantly, Sesshoumaru leaned down and nibbled affectionately at the crescent moon shaped mating mark.
He truly felt bad about taking Kagome in that manner, but she was a necessity.
If he didn’t claim her when he did, not only would Kagome remain in harm’s way, she would eventually become an obstacle to him and that was not an option.
Gently, Sesshoumaru trailed light kisses down her petite, sleeping body; all the way from her neck, to her collarbone and eventually he stopped to plant extra kisses on her rounded belly.
His family was his priority and he had to keep them safe and content in order to sustain his bloodline.
Sesshoumaru would even take Kagome back to her village to visit her family every once in a while, if it kept her content. Besides, he was still going to be respectful and abide by human tradition by giving her father payment for his daughter now that she was mated to him.
Not to mention he was also very curious as to which village she hailed from. Kagome was highly intelligent and well mannered to belong to any of the surrounding villages; Kagome more than likely hailed from a foreign village as she had dressed strangely from most people.
Sesshoumaru continued to gently kiss his way down her body and smirked in anticipation as he finally settled himself in between her soft, porcelain thighs.
Oh, how he had longed for this…
Unfortunately after their mating, Sesshoumaru had to leave in order to pursue Naraku and because of that, he wasn’t able to thoroughly enjoy his mate’s body.
The taste of her sweet juices on his tongue practically kept the Taiyoukai awake with need in the middle of the night as he tried to rest in the dense forest.
Now, he had Kagome all to himself…
Delicately, Sesshoumaru reached down and grabbed Kagome’s small ankles before lifting her long legs up to settle them on his broad shoulders; giving him full access to her most sensitive spot.
Sesshoumaru growled lustfully as he saw how wet his little mate was for him, despite being unconscious and he wasn’t going to deny her body what it really wanted.
Without any hesitation, Sesshoumaru began to indulge himself in the sweet, satin flesh of her tight, wet womanhood.
He nearly groaned out of sheer lust as he lapped hungrily at her warm, damp entrance; earning even more soft cries from the unconscious young miko below him.
Skillfully, Sesshoumaru began to lick and suck at the little mound above her heated moist entrance, gently coaxing out the tiny, sensitive bud from its hood.
As he softly licked and flipped the tiny bundle of nerves, Kagome groaned sleepily as her slow, steady breathing gradually turned into shallow pants.
With the little control that he had left of his body, Sesshoumaru turned his attention away from the little mound and started focusing on the source of her deliciously sweet nectar as he delved his tongue inside of her moist entrance.
The instant that Kagome’s sweet nectar touched his tongue again, was the same moment the Taiyoukai lost his iron-grip control.
It was absolute ecstasy.
Not only did Kagome taste of sweet, ripened peaches, there was also the erotic tanginess of her power.
Her taste was extremely addicting; Sesshoumaru had to have more.
Eagerly, Sesshoumaru licked the tender moist flesh, fighting back his own needs as he felt the hard pulse of his own arousal.
It wasn’t long before Kagome reached her climax; shuddering and whimpering as she came hard in his awaiting mouth.
Slowly, Sesshoumaru gazed up at his mate as he licked his lips seductively in satisfaction; his eyes were tinted completely in red as the smooth stripes along jaw were now jagged.
His bitch had already become his greatest weakness.
It was so easy for him to lose control around her, that he had nearly forgotten about her current fragile state.
As much as he wanted to bury himself inside of his tiny mate, he couldn’t afford to disrupt her rest anymore. Once she was awake and fully healed, there would be plenty of time to satisfy his own needs.
Pushing his desires aside by suppressing his demon again, Sesshoumaru gingerly scooped up her small, limp form into his strong, muscled arms and lifted her off of the large futon; carrying her to the invitingly warm waters of their private hot spring.
He held Kagome close to the hard, warm muscles of his chest as he quickly removed the articles of his clothing, before sliding off the silky white yukata from her dainty shoulders.
Carefully, he entered into the warm water; selecting a spot that was close to where the small wooden basket of luxurious bathing supplies was.
Choosing a bar of soap made with jasmine blossoms; Sesshoumaru grabbed a cloth and proceeded to gently wash his sleeping mate with his free hand as he firmly held her against him.
When he was finished bathing her, he proceeded to wash himself as he still held her close; grabbing another cloth and a soap bar made with evergreen pinecones from the basket.
Just as he had finished bathing himself and was getting ready to grab a drying towel from the ledge, Kagome began to tense up in his arm as she started trembling against him; mumbling incoherently from another nightmare.
“…n-no…” Kagome managed to say before the bitter scent of salty tears flooded his sensitive nose.
Immediately, Sesshoumaru ceased reaching for the towel and tenderly pulled her into a full embrace; completely holding her tiny trembling body against his hard chest as he settled his chin on top of her head.
Naraku…Sesshoumaru thought furiously as the red tint quickly flashed in his vision before he regained control again.
That disgraceful hanyou caused him to rush into his plans and now Kagome was paying the price because she had suffered.
Since Kagome suffered, Naraku would suffer…tenfold.
No one dared to hurt what was his, especially his mate.
Sesshoumaru had big plans for the dark hanyou and he was going to make a huge, bloody spectacle out of his death as an example to those who dared to think about crossing him.
Sesshoumaru began to tenderly stroke Kagome’s hair as he continued to hold her in his embrace; gently easing away the nightmare, so that she could sleep peacefully again.
Soon…I will make that hanyou suffer for the pain he has caused us, Sesshoumaru vowed silently as his embrace tightened around Kagome’s tiny form, before he buried his nose lovingly into the sweet scent of her damp wavy, raven hair.
Soon…
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The mid-afternoon light burned brightly behind his eyelids as Miroku squinted his eyes before he bolted straight up in his futon.
No one bothered to come in and wake up the houshi, but the sun or the fact that he was in a demon’s castle wasn’t what caused him to wake up in alarm.
Off in the distance, Miroku heard shouting and it was a familiar voice that caught his attention.
Instantly and stealthily, Miroku hopped out from under the covers and pressed his back against the side wall next to the small window of the room; cautiously peeking out of the window to watch the scene that was about to unfold in the beautiful courtyard.
“…Let me go!” Sango shouted as she pummeled her fists into the back of Katsutoshi.
Sango?! Miroku thought in alarm as he finally recognized the source of the familiar voice.
The tall, dark haired inuyoukai Captain had the struggling and injured taijiya slung across his broad shoulder.
Katsutoshi sighed irritably.
So much for leaving the castle quietly, hopefully Sesshoumaru wouldn’t hear about this.
“Silence, wench! Do you want our Lord to come back and kill you? We’ll both be dead if you keep screaming like that,” Katsutoshi warned with a growl as he continued to cross the large courtyard.
Luckily, this part of the castle was mostly inhabited by servants and all of them were busy carrying out their daily duties at this time of day.
All Katsutoshi had to do was make it out of the castle undetected, which he normally did on his own, but now with a screaming taijiya over his shoulder, it was proving to be much harder than he anticipated.
“No! I’m not going to work for your stupid brothel!” Sango shouted back defiantly.
What…? Miroku thought in astonishment as Sango’s words reached his ears and registered in his brain.
Finally, Katsutoshi had enough of the loud human.
He wasn’t going to risk being punished just because he couldn’t keep a weak, human woman quiet.
The young Captain stopped as he angrily tossed the taijiya down onto the grass, causing Sango to cry out in pain and before she could even try to get up, Katsutoshi gave her a swift punch to the head; knocking her out cold.
“That should keep you quiet,” Katsutoshi said smugly with a relieved sigh as he stood over Sango’s body.
Miroku’s heart dropped at the sight of Sango being mistreated; she already looked badly beaten and the fact that the youkai still continued to hurt her appalled the young hoshi.
Enough was enough.
Before Miroku even knew it, he had rushed out of his small room; making his way towards the courtyard.
Hang on, Sango! Miroku thought frantically as he quickly ran through the several empty hall ways and angrily pushed his way through various doors leading to the outside.
He had no idea where he was going, but in his fury and anxiety, Miroku knew that Kami would lead him in the right direction.
Usually, Miroku would take his time and assess the situation before heading into a confrontation, but this was Sango.
Sango was in immediate danger and this youkai had just struck his woman; planning to haul her off to some brothel.
Miroku didn’t have his holy staff with him, but he still had one weapon left to defend himself.
It was a weapon that he had promised Sango he wouldn’t use again, since using it on Naraku’s poisonous insects had nearly killed him the last time.
But this time, the situation required it.
“You! Unhand her!” Miroku demanded furiously as he made it just in time into the courtyard.
Katsutoshi was just about to pick Sango up when the houshi arrived. The Captain turned around to face the other human and raised a curious eyebrow at him.
“Oh great…another human? Don’t tell me you plan on challenging me for her?” Katsutoshi chuckled darkly at the defenseless houshi.
Miroku narrowed his eyes as he grabbed at the blue beaded rosary around his covered hand.
“If you value your life, then give her back to me,” Miroku threatened as he glared at the slightly amused inuyoukai.
Katsutoshi eyed the male human; glancing from the human’s angered expression to the way the human held his rosary covered hand.
Immediately, a connection formed in the Captain’s mind and the tall, brawny youkai suddenly found himself curious about one of his Lady’s companion.
Certainly, the houshi wouldn’t be so foolish as to risk his already shortened life on a woman like Sango.
“Ah! So, you’re the one cursed with the wind tunnel. Are you sure you really want to use that on me? Is this woman really that valuable to you, that you would risk your life for her?” Katsutoshi smirked.
“She is. Now let her go and I’ll let you live to see another day,” Miroku said firmly as he took a bold step forward towards the youkai Captain.
Katsutoshi sighed as he raised up his clawed hand; inspecting the tips of his razor sharp nails in a bored, arrogant manner.
Humans were so foolish…
“Was that a threat directed at me, human?” Katsutoshi asked coolly as he didn’t bother to look up at the angry human male from across the beautiful yard.
Miroku was frustrated as he gripped the beads in his hand tightly; this youkai didn’t take him seriously.
“Yes, it was. Now hand her over,” Miroku stated in a calm, deadly manner as he slowly advanced towards the bored youkai Captain.
Katsutoshi sighed again, humans nowadays were starting to be a little too arrogant for his taste.
“Persistent, aren’t you? How unwise for a monk. No matter,” Katsutoshi said before he snapped his fingers.
Immediately, Miroku found himself struggling against two powerful grips on each of arms before he realized that he was surrounded by black clad figures with powerful youkai auras.
In a blink of an eye, Katsutoshi vanished from the other side of the yard and managed to appear in front of a struggling Miroku as the black clad youkai closely and silently encircled the two; preventing prying eyes from any curious bystanders from watching, just in case.
Miroku struggled a little bit more as he tried his hardest to see past the intimidating guards to find where Sango was. He prayed to Kami that Sango was going to be alright for just a little while longer; her injuries were far too severe, even for a taijiya and precious time was slipping by…
“What is it about you humans that make you want to foolishly act against your superiors?” Katsutoshi asked rhetorically as he approached the angry, restrained human.
Before Miroku could even answer, Katsutoshi continued.
“Even though Lady Kagome was your comrade, it doesn’t give you the right to defy me, and because of your arrogance, you must be taught a lesson,” Katsutoshi stated crisply as he narrowed his eyes.
Miroku ignored the smug Captain as finally, through a small gap in the close formation of the guards, he spotted Sango across the yard; lying unconscious in the arms of another dark clad guard as two others stood close by.
“Sango!” Miroku called out as he struggled harder in the guards’ powerful grip.
Suddenly, he stopped struggling and froze in terror as he felt a sharp pain go through his lower abdomen as well as the other side of his back.
Miroku slowly looked down in dread at his stomach and saw the hilts of two large, curved swords sticking out from it, before he raised his gaze up at the smug looking inuyoukai.
“The taijiya is my property now,” Katsutoshi growled before he took his pair of swords and gave a huge, brutal sideway slash across the houshi’s torso; effortlessly slicing the monk’s body in half.
Katsutoshi gave a small sigh of annoyance as he flicked the blood off from his swords before putting them back in their sheaths on either side of his hips.
“Pathetic human.”
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A/N: I know, I know. I really didn't want to do that, but his death is going to be a necessity, so don't worry. Still sad though. :(
Anyway~
The forum is now open for SP discussion ( http://sakuraangelproductions.weebly.com/forums.html#/20131006/fanfiction-secret-possession-18-older-3263911/ ) and some time soon I will post a preview on the forum of a MUCH later chapter that will have..well...I can't really give that away, but be on the lookout for it this week or next week~ >:3 (Muhahahaha~)
Forum topic of the week: Sesshoumaru has secret plans for world domination...is Kagome going to be his pawn or his Queen?
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