The neutral location in the woods had not served as the de-escalation zone she had intended.
Sesshoumaru's refusal wasn't all that surprising, but for some reason, his cruelty was. His words bit deep, leaving a brutal sting as he exited the abandoned hut, ending the very brief peace talks before they began. Still reeling from his harsh rejection, the pink in Inuyasha's cheeks soon graduated to match his robes in the ensuing silence.
"I told you," he muttered, and the accusation was clear. "This was a stupid idea."
He had told her. But his powerful brother's burgeoning indifference towards them lately had stupidly presented to her as budding acceptance of his kin. His apparent lack of vitriol had gentled him in her eyes, but his statements just now had proven how terribly off that assessment had been. He was as mean, and cold, and hateful as ever, and guilt washed through her for dismissing her dear friend's fears and subjecting him to that display.
She at least thought the haughty demon was smart enough to see the benefit in her strategy; but clearly, he couldn't look past his disdain. She couldn't believe how wrong she had been about him, and Inuyasha was forced to suffer for her miscalculation.
The pain in his eyes relayed that, and she rushed to comfort him.
"Inuyasha, I-"
"Leave me alone." Dodging her apologetic touch with ease, he hurried out of the hut. "You can find your way back."
She chased after him, "Wait!" but was no match for demonic speed, and only made it a few steps before he was out of sight completely.
She knew he was still smarting from his brother's insult, and likely would be for some time. The armistice permitted no violence here, but now she wished they'd just duked it out physically. The injuries would have been less severe.
"Why are you such a prick?"
With Inuyasha gone, she turned her sights on the demon retrieving his discarded items from beneath the tree.
"The last time I checked, we're all fighting the same evil monster. That may not make us friends, but like it or not, it does put us on the same side. Why can't you swallow your thick pride for once?"
She earned little more than a cool glare from the demon lord before he reached for his armor, brushing her off like a mildly irritating mosquito.
"The only side of a weak half-demon This Sesshoumaru will ever occupy is the blunt end of my sword as I run it through his heart." From where he knelt to prepare his leather straps, he cast a pointed look over his shoulder. "The same goes for human priestesses. Now be gone from my sight, girl, lest you wish me to demonstrate."
Kagome was fuming as he returned to concentrate on his task- one of many which had become more difficult to accomplish one-handed. When it was finally ready, he lifted the hunk of heavy dragon bones from the dirt, brushing off what filth it had collected with a frown, and seemingly oblivious to the mass of reiki conjuring only a few yards away.
Or maybe he just wasn't concerned. She slung her quiver over her shoulder with back-cracking force.
"Oh, you're so high and mighty," she called out, furiously shouldering her bow. "The great Lord Sesshomaru, I forgot."
His armor hit the ground with a thud as the demon lord spun on his heel.
"Clearly, you've forgotten."
"Clearly, you've forgotten," she shot back, pointing to his empty sleeve, "how you lost that arm."
Watching it flutter in the wind, she got a sadistic enjoyment out of the nerve she seemed to strike as his eyes narrowed.
"Inuyasha has done nothing but put you in your place since the day we met." She smirked hollowly, "If he's such a weak half-demon, what does that make you?"
Faster than she could blink, she was slammed against a tree, knocking the wind from her. Jagged bark scraped her back as poisoned claws gripped around her throat.
"I would say you have forgotten your place as well girl, but you've never truly known it." She had an unobstructed view of thick, bloodthirsty fangs as she feverishly clawed at his hand.
His low, dangerous voice danced calmly across her cheek as his grip started to tighten. "It is time I taught you, as I should have done back in my father's tomb."
Rushing instinctively to her aid, the simmering reiki she'd been quelling concentrated at his touch, bursting forth in a blinding explosion of hot pink light that allowed for her immediate release.
The smell of singed demon skin filled the air around them. By the time her power had dissipated the offender stood a good distance away, nursing his only hand that was now terribly charred. The attack would have killed a lesser demon, but thwarting the Lord of the West with relative ease was more than enough to make her malicious smirk return with full force.
With a few righting breaths, her accelerated heartrate offered a surge of adrenaline that made her feel powerful and strong.
"We've been through this before, Sesshoumaru," she said, bending to pick up her fallen bow and quiver. "You've tried to kill us both, several times, and you failed. Just like you failed to get Tetsusaiga. The one who needs to learn his place is you."
He didn't move an inch as she nocked her arrow, merely glaring back calmly as the confident woman took her aim.
"I know where I stand," she said proudly, pointing the tip at his face. "By Inuyasha's side."
The tumultuous reiki she harbored flooded eagerly to the projectile at the prospect of felling him. When it was dense with her power, she released, sending it firing toward him with scintillating purpose, only to be grabbed out of the air before piercing him between the eyes.
His recently healed palm contained more than enough youki to protect him from the infused arrow, but instead of destroying it, he pulled it closer, allowing his own power to manifest.
"Do you, priestess?" he asked coolly, "and I use the title generously."
She scowled as he took a step closer, but held her ground, readying another arrow.
"Your loyalty to the hanyou is more than clear," he conceded, taking another menacing step, "you have fought -quite commendably- to prove yourself to him... but it was not enough." She let the arrow fly when he took another step. Dodging it easily, he continued his measured pace across the clearing.
"You were not enough. My brother," he spat foully, "a pathetic half-breed, still doesn't want you. Even after all you have given him, all you have sacrificed for him; he never saw you as a woman worthy of being at his side."
He side-stepped another arrow, the one in his grip now marinated in dark, menacing youki. His only hand was occupied, but she refused to get complacent as the dangerous demon continued to advance.
Forcing her emotions to settle as he closed the distance between them, she nocked another.
"We both know who he really wants," he said darkly, "who he really sees, every time a spark of longing glimmers in his eye."
He was getting concerningly close, but she refused to let that -or his words- distract her. The threat of his power had her own running haywire, sounding the warning bells of her natural alarm system, but she blocked it out. Fight or flight warred for dominance within her, and she steadied her aim.
"He squints and sees the woman he wishes you were," he taunted in his sharp, biting tone. "That is the only reason he keeps you so near. And you know it."
She pulled the bowstring back again, but before she released, it was knocked from her hands and clattered to the ground. In a blur of white and silver, it was as if he'd materialized right before her eyes, and loathsome, hostile gold was suddenly all she could see.
With a sharp gasp, the reiki she'd been channeling into her arsenal spread across her skin, forming a protective shield that blunted the tip of the arrow jabbed into her throat. Sparks flew as he held it there, opposing powers collided, vying for supremacy, but even his brute force could not pierce through her holy armor.
"You call yourself a priestess, but I know what you really are. A fraud." He leaned in until the tip of her nose burned, like sitting too close to the campfire. "A reincarnation, like one of Naraku's cast offs, with only a speck of the power, the poise, the beauty, of the original. A dead, heartless vat of walking clay, and all the warmth you offer pales in comparison."
Sesshoumaru tossed his weapon aside and withdrew slightly. Resigned to the impasse, he doubled down on his hateful glare, letting the fires of his loathing penetrate her defenses where he could not.
She could still feel the burn of his power at her throat, and a hand flew up to soothe the area he'd nearly impaled with her own arrow.
"You do know where you stand," he said, looking down at her with a sneer, "and that you choose to remain is what makes you truly pathetic."
Adrenaline from the close call helped her recover quickly and fueled her rage. Creasing her brow determinedly, Kagome lunged for her bow, but a sharp crack of youki sent it flying off in the distance. Before she could hear it land, his whip of light coiled tightly around her neck.
Her reiki saved her from immediate decapitation, but the immense strength of his power was weakening her defenses. She felt the pressure of it squeezing around her, and a rough pull forward placed his lips against her ear.
"I shall finally take recompense for drawing father's sword and denying me what is mine."
Her shield was beginning to falter, but he was not getting by unscathed. Dark power sputtered as their energies warred until he had to apply more force just to keep his hold. It crackled and burned from just touching her holy essence; but even as it weakened, blue eyes wild with fury bore fearlessly into his own.
Then, a sharp, agonizing pain ran all the way back through his whip, shooting up his arm like an electric current straight into his bloodstream. It was enough to send him staggering back, sizzling down to his toes and making his extended youki instantly recoil.
It retracted fully within him to recover from the damage as Sesshoumaru reeled from the shock.
"I'll tell you what's pathetic."
He looked up and saw her last arrow still clenched in her palm. It thrummed with victory, satiated by vengeance as the last of his youki evaporated off the tip, while she replenished it with more of her dangerous, devastating power. As she slowly approached him, she was also dripping with confidence from the successful strike.
"You wanted Tetsusaiga so badly," she said disgustedly. "But you tried your best and did your worst, and you still couldn't get it."
He squared his shoulders when she stopped, watching curiously as she tapped the point of her arrow against her chin.
"But why would a powerful demon such as you need a sword like that? What did the great Lord Sesshoumaru want with his father's fang, anyway?" She scoffed, "I think we all know. It doesn't take Freud to crack that symbolism."
He looked at her quizzically, and her pointed glare sharpened.
"That sword would have finally given you something impressive to carry around." Her voice rose angrily, "And then, hopefully no one would notice the pathetic, insignificant excuse for a baby's cock barely hanging between your legs!"
Silver eyebrows disappeared into his bangs as she aggressively pointed the tip of her arrow at the area in question. Despite himself, the step she took closer while doing so had him retreating back one.
"What, did you walk in on your father in the hot spring as a little demon and realize you could never hope to compare?" she asked teasingly. "Did you think that by getting his sword, it could extend your sorry dick just enough to breach a woman's entrance?"
Gathering his bearings, he held his ground as she drew closer and lowered her voice. "Did you hear him fucking Inuyasha's mother through the castle walls, and realize you could never even make a human scream out for you in pleasure- even for a second?" Her eyes narrowed intensely. "How humiliating it must have been, to see your younger, hanyou brother fill your father's shoes, master his big, powerful sword when you couldn't even touch it."
She made an obscene gesture as though holding something large, coming bravely within his reach. Even then, she leaned closer, looking right in his eyes.
"Inuyasha is more man than you will ever be, and everybody knows it."
He cast a wary glance to the arrow clenched tightly within her fist, mindful of the power she'd been channeling to it as she spoke.
"Such thoughts for a miko to have," he sneered, "though unsurprising, coming from the whore of a half-breed."
She made her move, lunging forward and stabbing at him with her reiki-infused shiv. Unfortunately, her strike held more passion than poise, and firm grip on her wrist easily thwarted her attack. His palm burned worse than drawing his father's sword, but he was able to withstand it and forced her grasp to slack. The arrow dropped to the dirt below.
"Your insolence is what is truly astounding." He brought the irate woman to him with a painful yank.
Twisting and thrashing couldn't free her from his iron grip, but she refused to make it easy for him.
"Respect your betters," he growled through gritted teeth.
"Just let me know when they arrive!" she shouted back, continuing to struggle obstinately. "All I see now is a mutt. A filthy, flea bitten, limp-dicked little mutt."
A powerful burst of reiki like the one from before finally forced him to let go, and she jerked her arm back. Once more, the scent of scorching demon skin permeated the forest, but the blast had zapped most of her energy- spiritual and physical.
She needed time to replenish her strength if she had any hope of defeating him, but she refused to back away, matching his furious glare unflinchingly even as he closed in on her again.
His eyes were glowing a murderous red and wicked smile touched his lips as he seemed to be aware of her diminished state. Throwing her against another tree, he allowed his youki to manifest in his claws once again.
"I am going to make you eat every slanderous word that comes out of your disrespectful, foolish little mouth."
He flaunted his deadly claws to show the skin had already healed, flexing them before her eyes with menacing intent. But even as they glowed with sickly poison, the woman didn't falter, nearly catching him off balance with shock when she fearlessly batted his arm away.
"I guess my mouth will be full then, cuz I ain't even close to done."
Never breaking his gaze, she saw surprise flitter briefly through. When his rage returned tenfold half a second later, it was even more potent and vitriolic than before, and only seemed to bolster with her courage.
She pressed forward, puffing her chest proudly and shoving her chin in his face.
"You don't scare me, Sesshomaru." She tried to push him back, but he grabbed both her wrists in his only hand and forced them above her head, pinning them against the bark.
Despite the hard impact, she refused to show any pain as she squirmed fruitlessly to free herself. When she tried to knee him in the groin, he used the weight of his body to trap the unruly female against the tree with a brutal snarl. He snapped his fangs in her face.
"You don't scare anyone," she continued, unphased. "We all know you are just soft little puppy dog, more bark than bite-"
He relished the shriek that filled the air when he clamped down on her ear even more than the silence that followed it. Blood dripped from his elongated fangs as he withdrew.
"You... you bit me!" she sputtered, her incredulity only making his wicked grin broaden.
Taunting red eyes fueled her outrage while a tight squeeze of her wrists confirmed her lack of recourse. Without her reiki, there was very little she could do.
So when her rage boiled over, she lunged forward.
He clearly hadn't expected her to respond in kind when blunt human teeth clamped down on his cheek. The action left him more startled than injured, but when he tried to pull away, she only bit down harder, surprising him with the strength of her jaw as well.
Refusing to relinquish his position, he managed to merely shake her loose, but she bit him again, sinking her teeth into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. The firm bite gave her a decent grip, but proximity to his fangs made it hard to keep her hold. He freed himself by biting her chin, but she refused to relent, twisting her face and attempting to gnash anything of his she could reach.
When biting her lips didn't stop her attacks, he tried a new tactic. Forcing his mouth over hers, he forced her back against the tree even harder, fighting to keep her mouth contained within his own.
She struggled to escape, trying to maneuver herself into getting another bite, but he dominated each attempt, tilting his head and applying pressure as if he anticipated every move she attempted .
They grew weary of the stalemate after a time, but not the battle; and as the passionate struggle continued, it began to take a different shape. Suddenly, she was no longer trying to pry away, but leaning into the war she was determined to win.
"I hate you," she ground out before returning to his lips hungrily.
He smashed her hips into the bark.
"I despise you."
And as he crashed into her mouth again, he meant it. They both did.
No one else pushed their buttons so expertly, but emotions were high, and you can only spin someone up so much before their soul demands a resolution.
Equally matched in power, it complicated the process. A simple battle of strength apparently wouldn't suffice.
"Is this the way to shut your insolent mouth?" he tore away long enough to ask, releasing her wrists to hold her jaw in place. As he kissed her more roughly, she used the new freedom to dig her nails into his shoulders, grinning when the traces of reiki made him growl.
He glared at her intently, riled and provoked, like a wild animal- but more calculating.
"Perhaps I'd do better to fill it," he threatened.
Blood red eyes were daring her to run, but that would be a victory for him- one she refused to give to him. So rather than flee, Kagome watched on in unveiled amusement as he removed his obi one-handed.
"Having trouble?" she mocked, but of course she wasn't going to help him. A moment later, the silk was in a pile at his feet, and she found herself pinned to the tree again. This time, the bark was scraping her face.
"It will be difficult to scream for your friends to rescue you when you are choking on my insignificant cock." His loathing was palpable as he used his body to trap her, and she felt his breath growling lowly against her ear. "If only I'd done so at the tomb, I could have killed you right there."
"With laughter?" she asked, turning to look at him. Her eyes held as much defiance as disdain. "Because you couldn't fill my mouth if you tried, let alone choke me with it."
He smashed her into the tree even harder, squishing her breasts against the bark painfully. She grit her teeth but refused voice her discomfort as she felt him shifting behind her.
"It would be the greatest thrill of your measly little life, and an honor you are nowhere close to being worthy of."
She scoffed, despite the action being painful, and the rustling behind her stopped.
"Kami, you are so full of yourself!"
In an instant, her panties were shred and he slammed inside her, filling her to the hilt with one merciless thrust.
"Now who's full of me?"
Her scream pierced the air shrilly, sending every living thing for miles running for cover; but despite his super keen inuyoukai hearing, Sesshoumaru relished the sound. Relished the trail of blood running to his balls from tearing her open like thin parchment and grinned his satisfaction.
Her ragged breathing made him fairly certain he hadn't killed her, so he pressed his hand between her shoulder blades to hold her in place.
"Having trouble speaking, miko?" he taunted, rutting into her sharply. "Dare I hope to have finally stilled your impudent tongue? It is only natural," he rutted again, "in the presence of such greatness."
He withdrew slowly, letting her feel every inch of him she had slanderized until only the head of his cock remained before ramming into her fully again.
She clenched her jaw but didn't scream that time, refusing to give him the satisfaction.
"I just couldn't tell you were in yet," she said subbornly, trying to force the tremble out of her voice. "I can barely feel it."
A harder thrust caused her nails to dig into the tree bark.
"Lies are unbecoming, miko." She could hear the smirk on his stupid face, and it irritated her even more. As he wound her thick locks around his fist, it exposed her neck to the heat of his breath. "I can scent them beneath your arousal, but just barely."
A firm yank forced her head back, giving him a full view of her reaction. The exposed column of her throat didn't appease him as much as it should have, because it was not a true submission. Even as he claimed her body, she fought to suppress any evidence of it from her features.
"It's still not -mn- big enough to account for your massive ego," she said, clamping her eyes shut. "But nothing is."
Smashing her face into the tree in retaliation, he proceeded fucking her more recklessly. He could feel himself bottoming out and added extra force to exaggerate the contact.
She still refused to vocalize, but her body tensed and tightened around him as he buried himself, squeezing his cock every time he filled her. The sensation sent an unexpected shiver across his skin.
"You are tighter than I imagined you being," he grunted, his breath growing increasingly labored. "Apparently, my brother has had some difficulty in broadening you. Allow me to assist."
Clutching tightly at her hip, Sesshoumaru increased to a much more ravaging pace. He'd enjoyed the sight of his broadening girth entering the obstinate woman again and again, but now he was ready to get down to business. He would show this woman her place.
Powerful, demonic hips swung hard, slamming her against the tree at speeds she couldn't comprehend, let alone keep up with. Bark scratched her chest and face as he pistoned with enough force to lift her off her toes, and every involuntary noise he wrested from her was a jewel on his crown he reveled to the fullest.
He was already breaking a sweat, but it was worth it to make her squeal. He was prepared to fuck her through that tree if he had to, but she would acknowledge his superiority.
"Have you learned where you stand, miko?" The claws at her hip punctured the flesh, offering him a delicious yelp as he continued drilling with sharp thrusts to emphasize. "Strange, impure, petulant priestess. You are nothing but an imitation of the unimpressive. That is why the half breed rejected you."
"That's why Tetsusaiga rejected you," she fired back, making firm contact with his hips on the return. "That's why your father did. Too bad he's not here now, to lend you his big, powerful sword where you really need it." She pinned him with a hateful glare over her shoulder, not an ounce of humor in her words. "I wish he was."
He ripped her off the tree and sent her tumbling into the dirt with a thud. Before she could get her bearings, he was behind her again, shoving her face in the ground as he impaled her.
This time, she couldn't restrain the cry that exploded from her throat. With her ass in the air, he was able to hit something inside her that he hadn't before and it caused her to absolutely saturate his cock with her fluids.
"What were you saying, you ignorant wench?" he growled into her ear, covering her body with his own. "That's right, nothing."
She couldn't respond, except to clutch at the dirt beneath her, gasping at the sensation as her core clenched greedily for more. He drove into her wildly, enhancing the cry he got with a brutal slap on the ass.
Pushing her into the dirt, he ran his tongue over her ear, letting his fangs scrape as he lowered his voice threateningly. "Learn your place. Beneath me. Say it." He pressed in harder. "Say it."
Her lips parted and he waited eagerly to hear the words, but he got something else entirely.
Her reiki wasn't strong enough to weaponize again yet, but the little bit she'd summoned was more than enough to offer a decent threat- especially considering what part of him she was touching.
Throwing him off balance, she managed to roll them over until he was pinned between her thighs. Before he knew what hit him, she was sinking herself down the length of his cock.
"Now who's beneath who?"
A vicious shiver tore through him when she seated herself completely and started to rotate her hips. He tried to sit up, but a heavy push of his shoulders had him on his back in an instant.
He opened his mouth, but what he'd meant to say would be left a mystery as another roll of her hips stole his breath and caused his eyes to cross. Apparently, she had replenished enough to subdue him, she just had to apply it correctly.
When she rose off him, a hand on her hip helped to guide her back down his shaft.
"You like that?" she asked as she slid down his cock again. "You like getting fucked by a human woman, you pathetic mutt?"
She bounced against his hips, spitefully slamming down on his cock if only to hear the pitiful noises he made. The reiki that had frightened him a moment ago seemed to only stimulate him now, and the power she took in rendering him useless with it was like a drug.
A strangled sound left his throat as she clenched down on him.
"Oh, you do. Gross," she mocked, running her nails across the chest. It was enough to tear skin and he arched into the pain. Lifting off him slowly revealed his substantial desire inch by quivering inch. "Look how hard you are for me."
He turned away from her, eyes screwed shut.
"You disgust This Sesshoumaru."
"Which one?" she asked, slamming down on him again. "The one writhing under the miko? Because the all-powerful human-hating Lord of the West isn't This Sesshoumaru."
She delivered a brutal slap across the face that sobered him some. He shot up, making her gasp when he took her nipple between his teeth and chomped down viciously on the hardened peak before flicking it with his tongue and sucking hard. She gathered his hair in her fist to pry him away, but he kept driving up into her as he pinched and rolled the other nipple between his claws.
The harrowing border between pleasure and pain distracted her enough for him to topple her onto her back and regain the upper hand. Resting her ankle on his shoulder, it was soon behind her head when he surged forward, putting them nose to nose.
He arched a brow. "So flexible, impure priestess."
"I stretch," she said, turning away from his condemning smile.
"You stretch incredibly," he agreed, looking down where they connected. "I stretch you incredibly."
"Gods you are so fucking annoying." A heavy, exhausted sigh rushed past her lips, and he could see her eyes roll beneath her eyelids as her body jostled beneath him. "I can't stand you."
She pushed at his shoulders, but he was a brick wall.
"So narcissistic," she complained, somewhere between irritable and rapturous, "pompous, fucking cocky-"
His hips rutted forward, causing her jaw to hang open.
"And now you know why," he said silkily, but she quickly shook her head.
"Nope. Totally unwarranted."
Her claim sent him into overdrive until his mid-section was drenched with her juices. She cried out as he angled himself perfectly; using his ruined arm to trap her against the dirt meant the other was free to roam where it pleased. Pinching and prodding and scratching and slapping had her skin extra sensitized, and even more receptive.
His speed and his strength pushed the limits of her desire, exhausting all the right reserves while giving the others a chance to replenish.
"No one will ever fuck you like this again." He flexed his hips as his sweat-drenched bangs slapped her in the face. "And when I am through, I will throw you back in that well... where you belong. I will send you back, and destroy it, as I am sure my brother wishes to, and you will spend your days... mourning my thick pride with every pathetic human male who beds you."
Pinned below his muscular bicep, she could do little but glare. His labored breathing was making it harder for him to talk- not that it stopped him- and she could feel his heart jackhammering against her breasts, much like hers was.
Her throbbing core wept every time he pulled away, trying fruitlessly to hold on and keep him inside as long as possible; and having her legs scissored like he did left her sensitive clit vulnerable and defenseless against his chafing, muscular body. Each time he drove into her, his powerful hips ground into the swollen little bud, making it scream rejoicefully at the friction, and burn when he took it away.
"You aren't strong enough... to get rid of me," she panted. It was getting harder to make words, but her disdain gave her strength. "I would find you waiting for me... 500 years later, desperate and b-begging, like the pathetic dog you are... but I will ignore you."
He bit her neck, feeling the muscle and arteries squishing beneath the skin, and wondered why he didn't just rip her throat out right then. Perhaps he wasn't strong enough...
He shoved his face against hers, teeth and all, and growled against it.
"Submit to me."
"N-never- ahh. Oh, gods!"
"Yes, call to me," he grinned triumphantly, bracing himself with his hand. "Call to your god."
"Shut up, you arrogant prick," she grit out, arching into his thrust. "Cocky fucking prick."
She refused to look at him, tears squeezing past clenched eyelids as he zeroed in on that spot deep inside her and terrorized it relentlessly, bashing his thick cock into it with no restraint as the fire he'd been building erupted into a scorching flame that threatened to consume her.
He rammed hard, causing her mouth to open wordlessly.
"Scream for me," he grinned, endlessly pleased with her rapidly slipping control.
"Fu- fuck you,-ung- Sesshoumaru."
When she opened her eyes to pin him with a withering glare, the sight of his arrogant face looming above her sparked something within that drove her previously repressed vitriol to new levels. Half-lidded and caked with perspiration, brought low by the human he claimed to hate with every inch of his being, he still looked every bit as self-important as he ever had. Worse, even.
An overwhelming rush of contempt sobered her enough rake her nails down his back, tearing open new wounds that healed much faster than the others. If only she hadn't depleted her reserves so early, she could have killed him.
"Yes, you are," he purred. "You need my big, powerful cock to finish you."
He ran his tongue over her cheek condescendingly, but the promise of completion- of an end to this torment in the form of mind-numbing pleasure- had her dually distracted from the insult.
Then, he crossed her ankle over the opposite shoulder. She was helpless to prevent the moan that escaped at the new tightness it provided, but luckily, it was drowned out by his own. He didn't seem to expect what the new position did to him, and his hips stuttered as a shiver racked his form.
After a moment to collect himself, he continued at a much slower pace, wary of overstimulating himself.
"So just do it then, if you think you –hah – can..."
"I can," he assured her smoothly, "but why should I reward you?"
She opened her eyes furiously and he grinned in delight. Her hatred for him was so thick and passionate, he could cum from that alone.
And his enjoyment of it only fueled her more.
"Sure, act like you won't," she bit, "when we both know you can't."
Freezing mid pump, he crossed her ankle back over, holding it even wider than before, and she whimpered at the loss of that wonderful pressure. He pulled out until only the tip of his cock remained inside, sweat-slicked skin dripping on her from where he hovered.
"Beg me," he ordered. "Beg me to fuck you."
She trembled beneath him as his own arm began to shake.
"Go ahead, walk away," she challenged, smirking when he didn't. "You can't. You are weak for mortal flesh. Just get off and get it over with. We both know I won't."
Disappointed she'd called his bluff, he was more than happy to call hers.
"You are so close already, miko." He filled her again, making her throw her head back. "And after I show you the true power of a demon, I'm going to finish myself on your mortal flesh, lest anymore abominations come of my father's blood."
The flames were at a critical level when he began to stoke them again, so it didn't take long for her body to start to seize. Blue eyes flew open suddenly, and he grabbed her roughly by the jaw.
"Look at me," he ordered cruelly, still rocking as he leaned closer. "Watch who makes you cum. See who is responsible."
She tried to turn away, but his grip was solid, and soon all the struggle left her. He watched as pleasure began to wash over her, corrupting her defiant features as it flooded through her system until only blissful rapture remained. As her eyes rolled back, he felt her snug, wet heat flutter around his shaft, sending a tingle up his spine that threatened to pull him over with her. But he resisted, steeling himself.
When it hit its peak, her jaw went slack, and he took the opportunity to shove his thumb between her lips. She reflexively wrapped around it, sucking, rolling her tongue along the sharpest point, and the vibrations from her moan forced him to bite his lip.
It ended with a short cry out, and he stealthily removed his thumb before she bit down on it out of spite- her faculties would return soon- and when they did, his victorious visage was staring right back in her face. Mocking her.
She scowled, still breathing raggedly as exhaustion tried to claim her, and clamped down on him with all her might... and the look of surprise that stole his features was enough to make victory bloom in her as well.
Then, it became the funniest fucking thing she'd ever seen when the gods bestowed her with the gift of Sesshoumaru's O-face. He looked like he just got kicked in the nuts, and she openly laughed as pleasure tore through him as well.
She just had the best orgasm of her life, and this was seriously better. She decided she'd fuck him again just to be able to see that face again.
Something occurred to her halfway through, and she pushed violently at his shoulders, trying to get him off of her.
But the brick wall wouldn't move until he was good and done a few more -admittedly hilarious- seconds later. He rolled over and landed heavily on his back, folding his arm over his eyes to block out the afternoon sun.
With the stars out of his eyes and his breathing mostly back to normal, he looked over to find her seated beside him, putting on what remained of her clothes.
"I thought you were going to pull out."
She graciously threw his pants at him- hard.
"What are we going to do?"
"About possible conception?" he asked, sitting to pull them up his legs.
"About Naraku, idiot. Are you going to help us or not?"
Golden eyes narrowed dangerously, but it had about as much effect on her as it ever had. So much for learning her place.
As she glared defiantly back at him, he considered another harsher lesson was in her future.
His lips thinned. "I suppose my refusal will not see an end to your badgering?"
"Let's put it this way," she popped up to brush the dirt off her knees. "Once he's dead, there is no reason we will ever need to cross paths. The faster we kill him, the faster we can be out of each other's lives forever."
He nodded resolutely. "The sooner the better, then."
As he stood to brush off his clothes, she smirked wryly.
"Indeed."
***
Inuyasha held Tetsusaiga up to the light and ran his thumb along the newly sharpened edge. Smiling in satisfaction, he almost didn't notice Kagome trying to slip through the camp.
Startled by the state of her appearance, he sheathed his sword and rushed over, cutting her off en route to her hut.
"What did that bastard do to you?"
She was covered in dirt and blood, bruises... and her hair was six ways from fucked up.
A growl built low in his throat. He shouldn't have left her-
"I'm fine," she waved off, and attempted to step around him. But he grabbed her arm.
"You're hurt!" he gestured to her hotly, guilt only enhancing his rage. "I'm going to kill-"
"Inuyasha, I'm fine," she repeated. "We've come to an understanding."
Exhaustion radiating off her spoke of a struggle, and she sounded slightly out of breath... but he supposed she seemed mostly okay.
Inuyasha scowled, eyeing her suspiciously.
"He's going to help us?"
As she nodded happily, he noticed she was going to great lengths to preserve her modesty, anxiously tugging her skirt as low as possible.
Raising an eyebrow, he wondered why she would start now, but decided to ignore it.
The news relaxed him a little- not that he was thrilled to be working with the bastard or anything.
"Damn," he dropped her arm to scratch the back of his neck. "I knew you had a way with people, but I thought he hated you."
"He does," she confirmed chipperly, and brushed past her friend.
"Then how'd you get him to agree?"
She stopped to throw a sly look over her shoulder.
"He just needed a reminder of where exactly he stood in all this," she shrugged, "so I gave it to him."
Kagome quickly resumed her path, anxious to get out of her torn and filthy clothing, and smiled to herself.
And if he hasn't learned by now, I have no problem giving it to him again- as many times as it takes.