With a start, Kagome found herself standing on familiar ground.

Her fist clenched around the neck of her haori as visions of the night she’d stumbled across Sesshoumaru and Mayuri assaulted her consciousness once more. Here now, in stark, vivid relief was the girl—prostrate and naked, gasping and moaning and hanging on for dear life as she was pounded from behind. And here was he—youki flaring darkly as he bent her roughly toward the ground, her body bowing almost grotesquely beneath the biting press of his claws.

“Ah! My lord! My lord, please—”

“Be silent,” Sesshoumaru growled, increasing his savage pace as he fisted his claws in her hair and shoved her face to the earth.

Kagome swallowed dryly at his viciousness. With Mayuri, he had been callous, but this…

Her skin prickled, an irrepressible shiver running through her as his aura thundered against her senses. There was a heightened intensity, an undercurrent of unfettered aggression that had not been present on that night. Already, she could feel his presence choking the air, spreading like wildfire through the clearing. From what she could see of his features in profile, his eyes were closed, but when at last they slid open, slits of virulent red were all that she saw.

Adrenaline coursed through Kagome’s veins, perspiration breaking out across her palms. As his face turned slowly toward her, his markings broad and frayed, the wicked slant of his lips froze her to the core.

In that moment, as she stared back at him, it was no longer Sesshoumaru that she saw. This was not her brother-in-law as she knew him. This was not the Lord of the Western Lands.

This was the monster—the enemy.

The Beast of her nightmares.

Obscenely, his smirk broadened at her helpless shock, a rumble of dark satisfaction echoing through the defiled air. Its weight bore down upon her like the shadow of death itself. As his claws lengthened, sinking into the girl’s pale flesh, Kagome’s pulse spiked in alarm. Blood was threading between his fingers—bright red and glistening. The teenager whimpered as Kagome moved unconsciously forward, her power flaring from the beads about his neck.

Sesshoumaru snarled, but his claws only pierced deeper, his hips only plunged faster. Cold sweat ran in rivulets between Kagome’s shoulder blades, seeped along the valley of her breasts. Her mouth opened and closed as her reiki flared again—to no avail. Far from stopping him, her acts of suppression only seemed to inflame him further. His fanged jaws split in savage glee, the girl shrilling as he rammed into her with increased ferocity, the whites of his too-red eyes glinting ever toward Kagome herself.

Petrified, the miko stared, her heart thrashing in her chest like a mad thing. Her fists trembled as she poured all the reiki she could into the rosary about his neck—yet though it blazed and burned, scalding a black ring around his sweaty, veined flesh, his violent pace didn’t slacken in the slightest. With a chill of unadulterated horror, Kagome realized it was all too little too late. He was too far gone—

The rosary’s charm could not contain him.

Her clammy fingers unfroze at the knowledge. Stiffly, shakily, she fumbled for her bow.

“Sesshoumaru!” she hissed at him, her power flooding down the drawn string. “Sesshoumaru, stop!”

A deep, guttural groan of pleasure was his only response to her whispered cries. Kagome’s stomach twisted at the sound. By now the girl was outright sobbing in pain, her back and hips ribboned red with blood as she struggled in vain to wrest herself free from Sesshoumaru’s bestial grip. Cursing him and her own self in turn, the miko squeezed her eyes briefly shut as she released the taut, trembling bowstring at last.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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