She hadn’t meant to do it. Not consciously, anyway. No more than she’d meant to when she’d started walking toward her husband’s funeral pyre, the night they had burned his beheaded remains. It was as if something was pulling at her from within. Some subconscious undercurrent of feeling—a pain beneath the pain. Twisted like a
SessKag Series: Control, Part 71
Harshly but quickly Kagome bathed, more out of compulsion than anything else. She felt the need to purge herself of Sesshoumaru, at least in ritual. She felt the need to punish herself too, though she tried to suppress it: the maddening urge to excise herself of the shame that snaked like dark poison through her
Control Side-Stories: Dark Days, Part 1
Numb, Kagome lay, staring at the candle by her bedside. Like the hearth, its flame had sputtered out some time ago, and she hadn’t yet mustered the will to light it again. Shivering in the cold and the dark, she stared on and on at the melted wax, frozen in its bleak ugly fall, and
SessKag Series: Control, Part 70
“Kohaku-kun,” Kagome bit out, intensely annoyed. “What do you want?” Hard and glinting as chips of obsidian, the taijiya’s keen eyes flicked over her, taking her in from head to foot. A fresh flush of outrage rose to Kagome’s cheeks, her fingers clamping that much tighter around the gaping waist and collar of her untied
SessKag Series: Control, Part 68 (Explicit)
Kagome dug her fingers into the empty sheets. She wanted to get up. She wanted to go right now, out into the cold gathering dark. She should go—go and press her lips to the unyielding stone of her husband’s grave. But her tired body wouldn’t respond to her wishes. Paralyzed, she closed her eyes and
SessKag Series: Control, Part 67
Kagome blinked after him. Hirokin… What a strange guy. Curling her fingers loosely around the cockle shell, she eased herself down from the slab of rock and waded back to shore. Her head was pounding by the time she had dried, clothed, and dragged herself back home. Still, she upended the near-empty bottle of sake