Challenges, Drabbles, & Oneshots by r0o by sugar0o who lurks

How Dare She!? - dark

0o0o0o0o 1500 word count exactly per MSW! okay so this has implied rape and character death, its meant to be dark.

How dare she!?....................................For Dani's Challenge: Torture 02/10/09

He had not really meant to save her from the poison master but it had happened, he hadn’t thought anything about it as he left the girl to his whelp of a brother, simply there was nothing more to think of on the subject, or so he’d thought. Weeks after saving the little onna he’d stumbled across her in a hot springs, amazing that she a human even bathed, he wrote it off that she’d probably been covered in something she’d killed.

Ready to leave it at that, the dai was turning away when he heard the slayer leave the miko to herself. Annoyed that he was now the only one to watch over her, knowing she would begrudgingly be the key to killing off Naraku the dai hid his presence from the world and held silent vigil over the shikon woman.

To say he was shocked when he heard her moan at first would have been an understatement, his brain had of coursed thought to register the matter as she was rubbing her tired muscles, after all he knew his whelp of a younger brother didn’t know how to work with humans well. The sound itself though was not one of relaxation, but on of sexual intent.

Turning around to look at the miko he was awe struck by the sight of her. Sitting on a tall rock in the hot springs, her hips and below covered by the water, her hand positioned where only a lovers should be. She was pleasuring herself. No matter how much his rational side told him to leave he couldn’t force himself even if he wanted to, human hating demon lord or not, he was still very much male. The whole experience was amazing until she softly called out his name as she climaxed.

Spine ramrod straight the dai was lost in a mixed emotion of smug male pride and fury that she even dared to think of him to bring her pleasure, as if he’d ever touch a human female. Deciding that his own twitching girth was in need of attention now do to the onna’s actions, Sesshomaru left once he was certain the onna was heading back to his brothers camp, and safe at that. He was now off to either find a willing demoness to sate himself with, or kill a whole lot of things.

Racing through the forest he could take his mind off of what he’d seen, Inuyasha’s wench had a thing for him , he wondered what had caused it. Finding the female had been easy so had sating his desire once he pictured the miko as the one he forced it upon. Killing the female when she’d dared to want more after his own needs were taken care of, Sesshomaru took some pleasure that it was still the miko he saw when he decapitated her.

Months seemed to pass and the onna’s bathing incident had happened twice more, and two other females had paid the price of her wanton desires for the dai youkai, the miko face always being the one that brought him to a heady completion and then to an unnerving fury. Had he known seeing her and hearing her would cause so much trouble he would have just killed her himself, and yet until the battle with Naraku was over he could not do as he pleased.

It irritated him that this slip of a girl could have such a hold over him. Time moved on, his daydreams of both mounting her and killing her only escalating every time their paths crossed, he could not stop his mind from seeing her with her legs spread, calling his name as her fingers sank into herself, and her body shook with the aftereffects of her pleasure. It was maddening, it was torture, for he would never touch her in such a manor and it was becoming all he wanted to do.

With his need for her body growing, and his patience wearing thin, the final battle with the deranged spider had been far more annoying then he wanted to admit. The onna of his lustful and wrathful desire’s scent was laced into the place, like she had been where he was not more then moments before. Coming upon her prone body knowing that his own brother had been the one to do this to her he felt rage boil within him, for one that the whelp had dared, and that he himself felt that only he should be able to kill her.

Things from there had only made it worse as she’d latched on to his mokomoko, the autonomous mass of fine silken fur that was a part of him and not, nearly wrapped around her to feel the curves of her supple body, only his will stopped it from doing so. The feel of her tiny fingers in his fur, the scent left upon it, it took all his power not to take her then kill her there. Though again he could not, the battle was yet to be won, and when their paths parted, he assured himself that he would take care of her before the new dawn. No one held power over him.

Had he known then that would have been his last chance to take care of the onna that belonged to his brother he would have done so then. After the final battle the whelp had come back without her, telling them all that she had gone home. Anger boiled in him then, and without preamble he was gone. Time seemed to slow then, his anger at her disappearance almost not understandable, for he truly wanted to get rid of these lingering emotions, these feelings, this weakness. That was why he sent Rin away, she looked to much like the shikon onna, and he didn’t not wish for his ward to feel the cold fury of his claws.

Thoughts of the onna never wavered in his mind, not as time passed, not as he grew more into a powerful lord, not as he took a mate, or had his own pup on the way. He knew he’d eventually follow in his father’s footsteps, even three years after she’d ‘gone home’ his mind still wondered to her, his girth still twitched at the remembrance of her pleasuring herself to his name. Hell even his mate had her dark blueblack hair, and startling greyishblue eyes, he was imposing his own torture where she could not.

Visits to his ward had been put on hold for a while until finally he could find a moment to get away from his palace, from his annoying mate that reminded him of the one he wanted to love and hate, and finally upon arriving at the village Edo the dai’s super senses went mad with the telltell scent from long ago. More mature but just as pleasant was the scent of the miko. Searching her out her scent was now laced with the halfbreed and she called him 'brother.' Loathing built within him then, she had matured beautifully, and the boy was not worthy of her attentions. Decision made, if he could not have her no one would.

Stalking and waiting like any good predator, he only had to wait a day before the halfbreed's bitch was once again at the hot springs and alone. The same place it had begun nearly four years ago, she would pay for no one tortured him so. Erecting a barrier, no one heard her moans of pleasure as he took her or her screams of terror, her calls for help before he killed her but the dai. He loved it, reveled in it, and when the deed was done, the dai had gotten his revenge. The hot spring had covered his scent, not that he was cowardly but he simply did not wish to fight his brother now. He had what he wanted, and Inuyasha would forever covet the woman, as he himself coveted the fang, a bonus would also be that this would break the boy as nothing he’d ever done before.

Taking his leave the dai never returned to Edo, never went to gloat or even visit his ward who reminded him too much of the miko, and once his mate had birthed his heir she too was taken care of. There was no need for reminders, he thought about the miko daily, she haunted his waking hours as much as his sleeping ones. Again she had the nerve to torture him, and he could do nothing about it. Annoyed and aggravated he knew he’d find her in her next life, and perhaps he’d have cooled down by then, perhaps there could be more then just the need to fuck and then kill her. Only time would tell, for now though he was stuck with her torture, her screams of pleasure and then her screams of pain. ‘Yes, perhaps in her next life…’ he mentally murmured.