Note: Abaddon is a companion fic series that parallels the events following Stasis, Chapter 22.

“Tell me,” she says, “what am I to you?”

Her voice trembles at the question. Her eyes, as well. Glistening and blue, they ripple at the words that drop from her lips–break like the surface of water beneath a fallen stone.

There is an echo of this feeling in the chain that binds her to him. An undercurrent runs through its invisible links, a faint reverberation that narrows his eyes and focuses his will.

He pins her beneath him, and she stills.

Her eyes fix upon him, as they should. She is his creation, body and mind.

The knowledge of this fuels the hunger within him. A growl, low and promising, rises in his throat.

“You…” he begins.

Her breath hitches as his claws graze the skin of her hip. His mouth hovers just above her own. In the space between her question and his answer, he savors the sweet, bitter taste of her need.

“…are mine.”

He parts the thin silk of her yukata and drinks in the perfection of her form. She is a sculpture brought to life beneath his hands, a work he has spent centuries in the making.

There is no part of her he has not touched. There is no place within her he has not taken for his own.

She cries out as he lays claim to her yet again.

Between the soft spread of her thighs, he carves her out anew. His eyes seize upon hers with each gouging, measured stroke.

It hurts her for him to take her, this he knows. She was never meant to accommodate one such as he. Yet even as her blood scents the air, her torn flesh heals beneath the bond he placed upon her.

Again and again, she mends and tears around him. His muscles tense at the exquisiteness of the sensation. Sinking his fangs into the tender swell of her breast, he angles himself inside her with precision.

He knows better than anyone–better even than herself–how to give her what she needs.

Desire brims within her, despite the pain. Her open palms brace themselves against his chest. Beneath the delicate casing of her skin, her latent reiki burns like a lamp behind its shade.

Her power speaks to his own, stokes the blaze within him. Gritting his teeth, he spreads her further, threatening to unmake her with every splitting thrust.

“My Kagome,” he seethes, the bones of her captured wrists grinding together in his fist. “Forever mine.”

Tears spill from her beautiful eyes. Her back bows toward him, her voice escaping her somewhere between a sigh and a scream. Her pleasure floods her, and his floods them both.

In the wake of it, he drives into her even harder, even deeper.

Until he can go no further.

Until there is nothing left.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi