The Love Spell: A Sesshomaru x Kagome Fanfiction

Chapter 4: A New Spell

"Sesshomaru..." Kagome's curse clouded mind struggled to regain a semblance of coherency. Sesshomaru stood before her, well, not really before her but against her. An armor clad chest roughly pushed into her delicate frame, scraping her back against the rough bark of the tree, as an unrelenting, clawed hand shackled her wrists above her head. She didn't know what had happened to warrant such aggression against her, but if the crimson eyes glaring down at her were any clue, she had made the demon lord very, very angry.

"Well, wench," The more beast than man spat at her, "if you wish to be this one's bitch, we will reluctantly grant you a taste of what its like to be with a ruthless animal such as this Sesshomaru. Maybe, after you've been taught what its like to be ravaged like a true bitch, you will learn how utterly incompetent and unacceptable you are for fulfilling such a role. If not," His voice dropped even lower to become a sinister growl, "At least you will learn your place and never again oppose this one's position as alpha."

Kagome couldn't believe what Sesshomaru had just said to her, the degrading words slapping her like a physical blow, but before she could unleash a well warranted verbal lashing, Sesshomaru's snarling lips descending on her, effectively caging Kagome's complaints within her own throat.

Demanding lips pressed against Kagome's as the assault commenced. Insistent. Dominating. Hungry. The beast growled and snapped as Kagome refused to allow his seeking appendage entry to her mouth, but a gasp of pain at a particularly savage bite to her bottom lip finally broke her defenses as her seal against the demon's raid faltered and his hot tongue invaded her mouth. A lashing tongue and persistent lips beat her own into submission and tears began to fall down her face as she realized resistance was futile—her hands constrained and unable to raise her usual reiki defenses.

This wasn't how it was supposed to be, Kagome's maiden heart cried from the confines of her chest. Her first real kiss, not counting the light graze of lips with Inuyasha, wasn't supposed to be an invasion. This plundering of her virgin mouth as a true demon devoured her.

In this one moment, more than any other time before her, Kagome truly hated the demon known as Sesshomaru.

His beast growled, low and hungry. Sesshomaru had only intended to scare her, to enforce his rightful place as alpha upon the disobedient miko, but with the first taste of her lush lips, the battle-hardened youkai lost every ounce of his control for the first time since he was a pup. The lips of the innocent little miko were a delectable treat that he could not help but run his tongue along the seam of her tightly closed lip, pulling the plump morsel in between his teeth to sample her. Teeth clamped down in reprimand when even with his insistence, she refused to allow him access to the tempting cavern of her mouth. When the nip finally had the miko parting her lips enough for him to taste her, his beast's rumbling became a rapturous snarl of triumph.

More. His beast demanded of him. Take more. Feel more. Have more. Teeth knocked as much as they nipped on the deliciously delicate skin of her luscious lips and his tongue savored every inch of her moistened heat. Sesshomaru's mind was intoxicated by the heady taste of her maidenly mouth, the sweet nectar of her unique taste bathing his tongue with every lap of slick muscles.

His beast was nearly purring in the miko's mouth with contentment when he sensed it. The miko's scent was disturbing his euphoria. Instead of the sickeningly sweet smell of the curse, or her beguiling natural scent of green tea and jasmine, the miko's scent was incredibly bitter and the smell of salt water assaulted his sensitive nose.

The beast's ruby eyes opened to peer down at the little miko as her body trembled with an internal force that he could not fathom. The offensive track of tears burned his nose, but he didn't understand why his onna was crying. Leaning down, the beast even had the nerve to nuzzle her cheek with his own, in a most sickeningly sardonic show of comfort.