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Chapter List
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Alright everyone, here
is the next installment of Soul Consumption.�
I know it�s been a while, but I have been having problems trying to get
my ideas under control and in some semblance of order to no avail for a while
now and I have just reined them in, so here is the
result.� I hope you enjoy it and please
review to let me know.

As always, thanks go
to Sada and Wiccan for their help with this story thus far.� I know that, without their help, this story
would be nothing.� So to you, my muses,
thank you all for your encouragements and I will always be in your debt.� Much love to you and yours.

To my cousin Diana,
your contributions to this story have been great.� I could never express in words how much your
help means to me.� Your encouragements
and ideas are what kept me going in those dark times that had me almost giving
up.� To you, I give you all the love and
gratitude I can and hope that it is enough.

Soul Consumption
Chapter 9
Passion Ignited and
Power Shifts

Inuyasha P.O.V.

I stand before the battlefield in shock.� All that continues to replay through my
thoughts is that we actually damaged Naraku severely and killed all but one of
his lackeys.� We almost defeated him
outright!� I still can�t seem to wrap my
mind around the concept that Kagome has an almost complete jewel in her hand,
save what looks to be five shards.� There
are no words that can express the excitement and pride that swirl through me at
this exact moment.� In fact, had he not
run with his tail between his legs like the coward he is, I know he would be
dead right now. That thought makes the beast in me purr in his excitement; thrilled
that, someday soon, it will be bathing in the blood of the vile hanyou that has
tormented us for the better part of a century.�
Granted, I slept half of that century on a freakin� tree, but I was
still tormented regardless.

Shaking my head, I tried to get rid of thoughts
from the past, hoping that there would soon be something to look forward to. I
hesitantly look to my left and meet the eyes of the wind witch, who now has her
heart and is a sister in our pack.� Of
course, she might be just a sister for now, but I hope to remedy that within
the next few days, if I play my cardboard right. Wait, no!� That isn�t right; what did Kagome tell me?
How does that saying go?� Oh, whatever,
at least I know what I am trying to say.�
If all goes well, I may have a mate in the near future, maybe even
now.� Gathering what little courage I
have in the face of potential lovers, I approach my new sister, hoping to the
Kami that I am not the only one that feels the attraction between us, and since
I am usually the dense one.

As I slowly approach her, she turns to me with
little effort and her eyes shine with something I have never seen in them
before.� They are so bright and vibrant
at the moment that I nearly lose my breath.�
She looks so different without that permanent scowl on her face.� Stopping only inches from her, I smile a
little shyly and I am amazed when her whole face lights up with a brilliant
smile.� Trying to shake off my stupor at
this whole new side of Kagura, one which I am dying to figure out, I clear my
throat and speak tentatively.� �Kagura,
would you like to accompany me on a walk through the forest?� Perhaps to the spring near here, so you can
freshen up?�� Nearly scowling when I
realize how stupid I must sound, trying to talk like Miroku, suave and debonair
with the ladies-I nearly fall over when she blushes becomingly, then quietly
accepts my proposal.

Smiling ear to ear, I offer my arm to her and she
accepts again.� My pride is being
thoroughly stroked at the moment and I can�t help the growl of approval that
leaves me when she begins to lightly brush my arm with her fingers, almost
absentmindedly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world to do.� Leaving the site of our battle, which ended
not ten minutes before, we make good time to the stream. In less than fifteen
minutes, we come upon a stream with a large swell off to the left that has very
little current; it looks more like a spring in itself.� There is a low hanging branch just above the
swell that looks to be the perfect perch for someone to dangle their feet in
the water.� A cool refreshing soak for
your feet on a hot summer day.� Kagura
sighs for a moment before taking off her slippers and removing the outer layer
of her kimono.� She jumps to the low
hanging branch and practically moans in delight when her feet hit the
water.� It is the perfect temperature.

I watch her feet lightly moving in the cool
stream and see the delicate arches, the dainty ankles that turn into small
calves, toned thighs, the swell of her ass with slight flare of her hips, the
small waist and, perched above it, pert breasts; that perfectly delicious neck,
determined chin, and luscious lips that match her ruby eyes. �All these things I see in one sweep of her
figure and the only thing I can think, at this moment, is that I want to taste
her.� Her scent is of the very wind
itself.� One breath can be the lush
forests and any given wild flower, the next it can be the streams and the
ocean.� She smells of nature and the
normally vile scent of the hanyou ingrained within is gone, leaving only her
natural delicious fragrance which, even without her knowledge, is seducing
me.� I feel my feet begin to move of
their own accord, although my mind doesn�t seem to catch up until I am standing
just behind her; her back is now completely rigid, where moments ago it was
relaxed and she was humming to herself.

I almost turn away, feeling as though her
reaction is a rejection to my advances, then I hear her heart beating rapidly
in her chest. A deep breath of her scent tells me, however, that she is anxious
and nervous, not rejecting me.� So,
taking the initiative, I put my arm around her middle and slide her off the low
hanging branch, into my embrace. She gasps in surprise but, before she can say
anything, my mouth comes crashing down on hers.�
My kiss is possessive and dominant, lusting and needy, all the things a kiss
should be. When she begins to respond in earnest to me, I feel my heart start pounding
so loudly that it drowns out all other sounds, but I don�t care as I feel her
tongue brush mine in a heated caress.�
All thought leaves me as her hands begin to stroke my body in a searing
path of want and desire.� She moans into
my mouth as my hand finds a pert breast and, when the nipple pebbles
underneath, my clawed hand begins to pinch, tweak, turn and roll it until I can
smell her desire spike one hundredfold. Using my other hand to make short work
of the ties on her under kimono, I spread the folds and gaze upon her beauty as
I break the kiss.

I have never seen a woman more beautiful than she.� I whisper, �Beautiful,� without even
realizing I have opened my mouth, until she begins to untie what is holding my
skin from hers.� Smirking at her hasty
attempt to disrobe me, I move her hands to where they will be most useful,
mostly on my chest, as well as other aching places, and untie my hakama myself,
undressing in half the time it would have taken her.� Her gasp of surprise has me pausing in my
actions and I look worriedly into her face.�
Did I do something wrong?� Does
she not want to do this?� She shakes her
head for a second, as if to clear the haziness from her mind, then speaks.� �I�m sorry Inuyasha, I was just surprised at
your physique.� I always thought you
were, well, lanky- no offense.� But you
are all muscle and strength.� I just
wasn�t expecting it.� I hope you�re not
mad.�� She looks down suddenly as if I
would be angry that she thought I was lanky; actually, though, I�m quite
pleased at her response.� To know that
she likes my new physique, now that my demon and I have become one, is very
gratifying.� Smiling wickedly, I pounce
on my unsuspecting victim, laying her down on top of our clothes.

I begin to memorize her body; first with my eyes,
then my hands and, finally, my tongue.�
She is moaning her pleasure; I can feel myself getting harder and harder
with each sound she makes.� Her hands are
never dormant, constantly searing their way across my body.� There is no part of me she leaves
untouched.� Finally I spread her legs and
follow my nose to where her scent is so strong I am dizzy from it.� She whimpers for a second and I again think
she has changed her mind, then she whispers, �No one has ever done this to me
before.�� I look at her in shock, then I
can�t help the smile that lights my face.�
I will be her first in this and, if things go my way, her last as well.

Spreading her legs to my eyes, I take a deep
breath of her scent and growl approvingly as I see her dripping core. She is
ready now, but I want to do this for her. I can almost bet that Naraku raped
her a time or two and that she has never really had any pleasurable sexual
experiences; and I intend to remedy that.�
So, taking another deep breath of her heady scent, my mind shuts down
completely. I feel my cock get so hard, so fast, it pains me and I drag my
tongue from her dripping core to her bundle of nerves, her moans of ecstasy
echoing in my ears, driving me on.�
Paying special attention to her clit, because it gives me the most
response from her, I finger her core with vigor for added stimulation and she
bucks wildly beneath me.� Her moans get
louder and louder and I add another finger to her core at the same time that I
take her clit into my mouth and suckle.�
She screams her release so suddenly that my head is caught between her
legs as she convulses beneath me and her passion floods my mouth.� I nearly cum at the taste of her orgasm, but
hold myself back for what comes next.� She
slowly begins to relax, and then finally releases her death grip on my hair, laying
back on the ground with a dazed, satisfied look on her face.

I slowly crawl up her body, paying special
attention to her sides, which I was delighted to discover are ticklish, then
move to pay homage to her breasts before finally coming to her face.� She smiles so brightly that I can�t help
smiling back. She then whispers in my ear, �That was my first orgasm.� I never dreamed it could be so wonderful.�� I scowl slightly at her response because I
now know that she was raped many times and Naraku never took the care to
pleasure her.� Just another reason to
kill that vile bastard but, closing my mind to these unpleasant thoughts, I
bring her face to mine in a sensuous kiss while she grabs my arousal in her
palms.� She begins to stroke me, adding
pressure when I groan especially loud, then she places my cock just outside her
core. She nods her head, silently asking me to enter her so she can finally
have a pleasurable experience with sex and I gladly grant her wish.� Thrusting deeply into her, I am delighted to
feel that she is still exquisitely tight; I groan in need when she bucks her
hips into my forward thrust and I hit her womb.�
Our moans of pleasure get louder and louder and she meets me thrust for
thrust, enjoying our encounter and participating with vigor.� She scratches my back so hard she leaves
welts and I howl my pleasure before biting her nipple so hard I draw
blood.� She groans loudly in response and
wraps her legs around my waist to take me deeper into her delicious body.� Her heat is overwhelming, the scorching
feeling she is surrounding me in is the most painful pleasure I have ever
experienced.� Growling loudly when she
bucks her hips so hard that I nearly dislodge her womb, she screams her release
suddenly, that being all that was needed to set her off, and she milks me for
all I�m worth.� Howling to the heavens
that I have been sated by my soon-to-be mate, we both collapse in a heap on the
clothes beneath us.� I wrap her in my
arms and smile slightly when I realize she passed out when she released.� Sending my aura out into the surrounding
woods, feeling no threatening energy, I take my outer haori and drape it over
us, then fall into an exhausted sleep.

At the same time, in another clearing similar to
this one but on the opposite side of the forest, there is another couple in a
heated embrace.� One has long brown hair
tied into a high ponytail and is wearing an exterminator outfit that hugs her
luscious curves.� The other is a man in
purple monk�s robes, his staff laying haphazardly a few feet away.� The woman is busy trying to disrobe the man
she is straddling; her moans of delight can be heard throughout the clearing as
he thrusts his hips into hers with enough force to hit a sensitive spot that
sends her reeling with each touch.� The
monk is also busy with the ties to her outfit, desperate to feel her heated
skin against his own.� The heady musk of
her arousal, combined with the definite celebratory air from their earlier
victory, adds a delicious bonus to their already desperate coupling, and has
both of them practically ripping each other�s clothes off.

Miroku P.O.V.

I finally loosen the last tie to her outfit and
begin to peel it away from her delicate skin. I hear her sigh of delight as she
shivers in the cool night air, then I, too, feel the cool brush of the slight
wind blowing through the clearing we occupy when she removes my robes.� Now we lay naked, save for the undergarments
that Kagome bought her, then I quickly remove the last barrier between her and
I. Sango is beautiful in the moonlight, as it bathes her in its warm glow,
nearly taking my breath away.� She turns
to me, slowly running her hands across my chest and down my stomach, my muscles
twitching with the heated caress.�
Groaning my pleasure when she finally grasps my arousal tightly in her
palm and begins to slowly stroke me, I lie back on the ground, not hesitating
to voice my pleasure in front of my love.�
She has told me, more than once, that she wants to hear my pleasure or I
will not be allowed to touch her in return. Thus, I let go my inhibitions and
loudly voice every pleasure she gives to me; with her gladly returning the
favors when she is satisfied that I will not suppress my expressions of
pleasure at her hand.

She continues to stroke my cock until it is as
hard as it has ever been and I am aching in my need for her.� Taking the initiative, I quickly sit up and
pull her into my arms.� Her legs wrap
around my hips and, as I begin to thrust my hips near her aching heat, I brush
against her clit with every stroke and she begins to move her hips with me,
moaning her pleasure as I groan mine.� I
move one hand to her breast and begin to tease her nipple into an aching peak
as she arches against me in obvious want.�
I groan at the erotic sight she makes, but continue my caress. I move
the other hand to her dripping heat and begin to caress and stroke her clit,
before thrusting two fingers deep in her core.�
She cries out in response and bucks her hips wildly against the
intrusion.� Harder and harder, I thrust
my fingers into her and she continues to arch her back, and bucking her hips in
wild abandon. Finally, my aching cock can take no more and I replace my fingers
with my swollen length.� She stiffens
slightly at the larger intrusion, then begins to meet me thrust for
thrust.� Each thrust longer and harder
than the last, she begins to pull and tweak her own nipples.� To help her along, since I am much closer to
my release than normal due to her delicious caresses, I begin to flick her clit
with vigor and her thrusts become urgent, her moans becoming near screams.� I feel the coil deep within me begin to snap
and I groan so loudly I think my throat will be hoarse, then her clenching heat
tries to swallow me whole and I can take no more of the exquisite pain.� I nearly howl my release as she continues to
thrust and moan.� Only a moment later,
with one deep thrust, she practically screams her release.� Rocking back and forth on top of me, she is
truly a sight to behold.� A few seconds
later, she collapses onto our blankets, with my arms still wrapped around her,
as we both sigh our contentment to the world.

Not even five minutes have passed, when a
fur-covered, little, bushy-tailed fox bounds through the brush surrounding us
and into Sango�s unsuspecting arms.� She
squeals in surprise and shock for a moment, startling me into waking until I
realize what is bothering her.� Grabbing
Shippo by the scruff of his tail, I lift him off of Sango enough so that she
can quickly dress herself, all the while averting the little runt�s eyes so he
doesn�t see anything he shouldn�t at such a young age. When she is done
dressing, I toss the squealing fox into her arms so that I, too, can
dress.� I slip into my robes as quickly
as I can, while still being slightly groggy from the lack of rest after such a
lovely evening.� Scowling once I am
decent, I grab the struggling fox and, with one look, he stops squirming.� �What is it that we can do for you at this
hour Shippo?� And where is Kagome?� Shouldn�t you be with her and in bed right
now?�

Once the words are out of my mouth, I immediately
regret them, because his little green eyes fill with tears and he starts to sob
uncontrollably.� Looking to Sango with a
fearful and confused face, she grabs him quickly and wraps her arms around him,
whispering comforting words in his little ears until he calms down enough to
tell us what is bothering him.� I already
have a bad feeling about this; one look at Sango tells me the same thing.� When Shippo finally looks us both in the
eyes, I feel a shiver of dread and foreboding come over me.� He speaks very quietly.� �I couldn�t find Kagura and Inuyasha anywhere
and, when I finally found Kagome and Sesshomaru, he was unconscious and she was
holding her head in pain, rocking back and forth.� I tried to get her to talk to me, but I don�t
think she heard a word I said.� That is
when I left her to try and find you.� I
don�t know what to do!� I am just a kid,
but I do know that there is something wrong with Kagome.� Please, come with me.� Help her!�

We both nod quickly and ask him to lead us to
her.� It takes almost twenty minutes,
dodging low-hanging tree branches, the thorns of the hanging vines, and ###the high-grown
underbrush.� Both Sango and I stumble at
least twice, but we push forward, adrenaline and worry singing in our
veins.� We finally break through the
thick foliage around us and into a clearing, near a stream.� There is a strong barrier surrounding both
Kagome and Sesshomaru.� He is just as
Shippo described him, out cold.� Kagome
looks to be in a massive amount of pain and she doesn�t seem to hear anything
that we try to say.� Yelling as loud as I
can, I do my best to get her attention.�
�Kagome!� Can you hear me?!� It�s Miroku and Sango!� Shippo is here to and he is really worried
about his mom right now!� Can you hear
me?�� No response is forthcoming and the
worry in Sango�s eyes is getting much more dire desperate.� I feel the only thing that I can do is use a
sutra to break the barrier around Kagome and Sesshomaru. Then, maybe, Sango can
shake Kagome into awareness but, before we can do anything, something
unexpected happens.� Kagome suddenly
lifts herself into a sitting position.�
Removing her hands from the desperate grip they have on her head, she
lifts her eyes to each of us standing on the outside of the barrier.� Recognition barely shows in them before she
is once again bent over and screaming in agony.�
There is nothing I can do for her.�
Already having tried to take down her barrier, I am thoroughly confused
when I feel her power level.� She is much
more powerful than she was when I left this camp.� She must have been training non-stop, and
more, to be this powerful in such a short amount of time.� Giving Sango a helpless look, I silently
convey that we can do nothing but wait, hoping that she will come to her senses
and remove the barrier.� Until then, we
will stand guard and pray that she will return to us whole.� Perhaps Sesshomaru can ease her pain when he
wakes from his deep slumber.

Naraku�s Hideout

Miles away in the Northern Lands, in a dark
castle surrounded by the fabled �Haunted Forest of Mankousi,� a disgruntled
hanyou broods darkly.� His pride in
tatters from his horrible defeat at the hands of the Inu-tachi, his mood leaves
something to be desired, but he doesn�t pay any mind to the emotionless void
sitting across from him with her mirror in hand.� Kanna says not a word, watching her master
and creator growling dangerously at his extreme loss during today�s events. A
small smile grows on her face for the first time in her short life.� She is suddenly happy he has been defeated,
happy her sister is finally free of him, and happy that ###she, too, will be free
of him.� Much sooner than he thinks, she
muses darkly.

Suddenly, her mirror
begins to glow a bright white; the growls and grumbles of Naraku fade as he
gazes upon the figure within.� She is the
one that resurrected him, brought him back from death, and bound his
allegiance, for a couple of reasons.��
For one, simply because she was far too powerful for him to defeat
alone; for another, if he displeased her, as he had been warned, he would be
dead again, for she had power over both life and death and did not care what he
did, so long as he killed the Inu-tachi-once and for all.� Unfortunately, she was bound to know about
his utter failure today and he cringed suddenly at the thought of her
punishment.� His body was still in pieces
from ###today�s assault, so he couldn�t hope to defend himself. Not that he
would have had a chance even if he was whole, but then he could at least die in
one piece, if he was lucky.

Growling lowly, he slowly approaches the mirror
that Kanna is now holding so that it shines brightly into his face, giving him
a perfect view of his mistress.� Her dark
penetrating eyes are what draw him.� They
hold much wisdom and power, and it is the power that calls to him, screaming at
him to possess it, but now is not the time. Since she currently holds the key
to his life or death, he keeps his dominating thoughts to himself and waits for
the powerful being that summoned him to speak.�
He doesn�t have to wait long.

�Naraku, I am disappointed.� You told me that you could not fail in your
plan and yet, here you are, wallowing in your failure.� What do you have to say for yourself?� And, more importantly, what reason do I have
to keep you alive any longer?� All your
incarnations, save one, are dead or traitors, and you lie in pieces on the
floor.�

Shuddering at the threat she so nicely wove into
her long winded speech, he growls under his breath and decides that enough is
enough.� �Listen here, wench, you might
have brought me back to life, but I didn�t ask you to.� Furthermore, you told me that I was to
destroy the Inu-tachi and I have been doing that very carefully for many years
now. That part of the plan has always been in motion with different well laid
traps, but, with all of my resources either dead or turned traitor, the years
of planning are for naught.� Kanna is not
exactly the key to victory on our part, so you have two choices.� You can either let me do things the way I
have always done them and be extremely patient, because my plots always take
much time to develop to perfection, or you can offer your resources to the
cause that you, in yourself, have a keen interest in and help me to defeat the
band of misfits in one fell swoop of destruction. The decision seems quite
obvious to me, considering your lack of patience and demands for their blood.�

His red eyes gaze into her dark penetrating stare
and he nearly growls in frustration when he cannot read them.� He has always prided himself on being able to
read people�s faces, paying special attention to their eyes, but hers are
completely closed off, no emotions slipping through, much like the damn demon
lord h despises. He is completely unaware of her thoughts and it infuriates him
to no end, so grudgingly, he waits for her to speak with baited breath.� He knows he is skating on thin ice, but he
doesn�t have much choice in the matter.�
Now that he and Kanna are the only ones left in his family of
incarnations, he is severely devoid of the usual lackeys to do his bidding.� If his so-called �mistress� didn�t agree to
help him, he didn�t know what he would do.

�You are dangerously close to making me angry
hanyou.� Should you do anything to
further incite my ire, you will not live long enough to regret it.� For now, however, it is in my best interest
to allow you some of my power so that you may use it to destroy the miko and
her followers.� Make them suffer to their
last breaths and I will reward you accordingly.�
Fail me again, and your screams will be heard in all four corners of the
land.�

Nodding his head in
perfect understanding, at her threat and her
words, he holds one hand closer to the mirror and is delighted when it is
encased in her brilliantly blinding power.�
Groaning at the ecstasy of her explosive energy flowing through his
veins, he sits back on the large pillows surrounding him and begins to form a
new plan of attack, paying special attention to the traitor he would either
kill or capture, depending on the circumstances.� Should she fall into his hands once again,
she will rue the day she fucked with him.

Also, knowing that this is only a taste of the
power the woman in the mirror holds, he begins to plan as many ways as possible
to possess her by any means necessary.�
If he could get his hands on her power, he would have no need of the
Shikon no Tama any longer, but, until such a time as that, he would hold close
the remaining five shards.� Now that the
miko Kagome had the rest of the jewel, he also had to take into account her
increased power and somehow try to wrench that piece of the jewel away from
her.� If he could acquire it, he would be
the most powerful demon in the world, with a woman on his arm that rivaled his
own power.� No one would oppose them.
They would rule the world, just like he always wanted. His eyes� become large as he thinks of all the things
he could do and he begins to daydream over the screams of his enemies and his
victims.� Pain and fear were such sweet
addicting sounds and the smell was simply divine.� Perhaps there was merit in this line of
thinking after all.� Smirking darkly, he
let himself drift off to sleep with the pleasant screams of his past victims
singing a particularly dark lullaby in his ears.

Alright everyone, that is gonna do it for this
chapter. I know that it�s short, but I am in the middle of editing this story
so that I don�t have to worry about it later. There are approximately only two
or three chapters left of this story, so please stick with me and let me know
what you think. Also, I think that this chapter in particular explained a lot
of the questions I have been asked about this story so far. Especially, the
killing of Naraku. As I said in my last author�s note, I have been leaving
clues in each chapter, hinting at the fact that he is alive, but not actually
having him make an appearance until the last two chapters. I know that this
confused some of you, but that was not my intention. He was killed by Kagome in
the first chapter. But someone brought him back to life and, as you just read,
is pulling his strings. I hope this clears up any continued confusion and, if
it doesn�t, please don�t hesitate to email me with your questions. I will be
more than happy to answer them.

Ja!
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