Snow Pearl by PhoenixBlade

Chapter Twenty Seven

WARNING! LIME!

I miss writing lemons in here... I really do, but this one has lime and it's not with Sesshoumaru. *looks away* ...but they will have a moment soon... several chapters down the road... but they will!

I didn't do much editing either so there might be some mistakes and I might have gone off into third person too... whoops...

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Snow Pearl

Chapter Twenty Seven

By: PhoenixBlade

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Dawn was only a few hours away, and I was reluctant to return to Inuyasha and the others. Onigumo's band of cohorts had already screwed up my stupid mission and I had no need to return to the West any time soon. Though I was slowly making my way back, I was still troubled with my own thoughts.

I was still confused by the whole… conversation I just had with the Shinigami. Though they were not the ones I had grown up knowing about, who brought souls of the dead to the afterlife, they had been called Shinigami for their murderous deeds when they lived and their ability to transcend death and return to the mortal realm. Now they were floating specters, a mere shell of their former selves with a fraction of the power they once possessed, yet their powers could still do much damage. If they could bring others back to life with the souls of others, as well as provide them with what seemed to be limitless power, I couldn't imagine what they could and would do if they were brought back to this world… but thanks to Midoriko, they couldn't.

"A coin for your thoughts?"

I recognized the voice, belonging to a person who could only be as devious and cunning, and as disgusting. How could I have let myself be pleasured by such a person?

"Naraku…" I snarled and turned to face him.

He was casually leaning against a tree, a grin on his face. Oddly enough, he was only dressed in a simple black yukata, loosely tied around his body and giving me a good look at his chest. What was with wrong with these gorgeously handsome, but evil men that I hated with a passion and their loose yukatas? Did they think me a whore who slept with any man that wore loose clothing..?

I scoffed at myself. Sesshoumaru had been one… and Naraku as well.

"What do you want?" I snapped at him.

His grin grew wider and his eyes sparkled in their blood red mirth.

"Quid quo pro."

I was taken back, "what?"

He chuckled lightly and pushed himself away from the tree to stand before me.

"Quid quo pro, my dear miko-sama." He teased, "It means something for something."

I frowned at him, knowing where he was getting at, "You mean something for nothing."

A fake look of sadness showed up on his face and his hand went to his heart, "You wound me, my dear. Is that how you see me?"

I growled at him, "Well, the person who always seems to get the short end of the stick is me, not you."

That devious smirk of his returned, his eyes sparkling even more now mixed with lust.

"Oh really?" he smirked and rose his hands to wrap around me.

His hands sensually landed on my shoulders and gently moved down my back to press me against his hot body. Yet his goal was not to hug me, but to make me feel that the short end of the stick wasn't short at all, but rather hard and pressing against my stomach.

"I hope that my stick isn't as short as you would think it seems," he whispered seductively into my ear and brushed his clothed member against me several times to get his point across, "because I'm sure you know how not-so-short it was inside of you."

I growled again, irritated with him and began pushing away from him.

"What do you really want?" I snarled.

"My, my, Kagome. I only wish to answer your questions… just as long as you grant me what I want as well. It'd only be fitting that I gain something as well. Something for something, my dear." he smirked as his lips pressed against my neck.

"No sex." I pointed out frankly to him. No more of that, I didn't want him to fuck me at all.

He stilled and pulled back. A look of thoughtfulness on his face before it was replaced with his ever present smirk.

"Very well, but for every answer, I get to take off your clothes, not that there's much," he told me, eyes full of glee at the thought of seeing my naked person. I had taken off my armor and clothes in exchange for a simple jacket and yukata that I stolen as the aura of the Shinigami had seeped in during our talk and still lingered in them, making me feel uncomfortable. "But once the clothes are gone, I get to touch you. Agreed?"

He'd already fucked me, so what did it matter that he saw or touched my body? Just as long as he stayed the hell away from fucking me, I didn't care.

"Agreed, but no sex."

He held his hands back, as if he had the most innocent intentions in the world.

"Why are you using the Shinigami?"

He looked thoughtful for a moment, but then smirked and began peeling away my outer shirt, "I'm not using them. They are using me."

"That's not a good answer." I frowned.

"But an answer nonetheless, my dear," he chuckled as the jacket fell, "Choose your words wisely, or else you're going to end up underneath me while I'm thrusting into you."

I scoffed and his response was a smirk.

"Fine… Tell me about the Shinigami and Midoriko."

He chuckled, "That is not a question, my dear. It's a request, rather, it's two."

"Just tell me dammit!" I growled at him.

"Mmm… feisty…" he chuckled again and pulled off both of my gloves, "very well…"

He grounded into me and I resisted the urge to spit in his face…however, I was starting to feel hot and bothered about it, but didn't want to let him know. Bastard.

"I suppose the Shinigami told you, about their ordeal in the past. The believed themselves to be some sort of god, but in the end they were just very strong youkai who had the ability to not die. They took over the world, made it their plaything while killing millions for the mere enjoyment of it."

"Like you do?" I spat at him.

He smirked, "I suppose, my dear… and I believe that question calls for another piece off."

I swore at myself in my head as he took off my sword and tossed it aside.

"Now where was I…? Oh yes, they took over the world. However, they never realized that there was someone out there who could destroy them, not kill them mind you, and that was Midoriko, the most powerful miko during their time and was known as the Shikon no Tama, or the Shikon no Miko, like you," he said and stroked my hair lightly.

"You're touching," I told him and he chuckled as he pulled his hand away.

"Midoriko rallied up many others and defeated the Shinigami. However, they were too much for her to handle as they could revive themselves and others so she did the only thing she knew to do, she cursed them."

"Mikos don't curse."

His eyebrow lifted, "Of course they don't, but Midoriko was special so she cursed them, and now they're just floating ghosts."

He wanted me to keep asking, and I knew he wanted me to, because I wanted to know more, "How was she special?"

Before he answered, he coaxed me into a laying position and came up between my legs to hover over me. A hand slid down my leg and pulled off my boot.

"You're touching," I warned him, "you're breaking your own rules."

"On the contrary, my dear, I'm taking what I want before you ask the question. It's an equal exchange."

"No its not you-"

I was suddenly silenced by his lips on mine. Before I could even react, his tongue was already in my mouth, inserting something in and making me swallow it. Just as I was about to bite down on his tongue, he pulled back and looked down at me playfully.

"You b-"

"I've changed the terms," he smirked, "I'll answer your questions while I take off your clothes and touch you. No ifs, ands, or buts about it, my dear."

"What!"

"I do so love your questions," he chuckled seductively and pulled off my other boot before going to the ties to my shirt.

I raised my arms to push him off, but instead, it went to grab the lapels of his yukata to pull his hot body even closer. Had it just gotten colder out? Why was I actively seeking his body out?

"That pill," I choked out angrily.

"Makes the taker crave for the other's body heat… just the way I like it…" he smirked.

"B-bastard!"

"I'm not that evil, my dear, I'll make sure to answer your questions while I take off your clothes and touch you… now where were we?...'

I clenched my teeth when he began pulling my shirt open, revealing the cloth that bound my breasts together.

"Ah yes, Midoriko. As it turns out, she was called the Shikon no Tama for a good reason," he said as he ripped the cloth down the middle with his bare hands and threw it away, "It would seem that the gods had bestowed upon her the power of four souls, that of ningens, youkai, the spirit of nature and death. With all those souls, their powers combined, she was able to eliminate the Shinigami's chances for revival, destroying their physical forms."

He slipped a hand underneath my shirt and pawed my breast. He did the same with the other one with his other hand before slipping my shirt off. I held back a moan of pleasure. The heat was building up and my body was craving for more of Naraku's own body heat. I felt myself getting wet between my legs. This was not good.

Pinching a nipple, he continued on, "With the last bit of her powers, she changed the world a bit and its inhabitants. This change was not enough to be felt by the world, but enough so that the Shinigami had no place in it."

"T-that's why they're fading away?" I managed to spit out, trying to maintain control and grasping on tightly to his yukata, making it even looser.

"Exactly," he smirked before untying the strings to my pants and pulling it off me.

Ifelt him bump against my thighs roughly; his bulge had gotten larger and harder. Why did he enjoy looking at my scarred and nude body so much?

Sliding a hand underneath the cloth hiding my nether region, he fingered my clit a bit, stroking it until I felt my juices seeping out before I felt him slip his finger in. Though I tried effortlessly in suppressing a moan, I failed. The damn pill was making it harder for me to think straight!

"By some means or another, they found a way to feed and live a bit longer. Through their hunger and feeding, they created me, by combining their own evil and the darkness inside of youkai and ningens together,"

I gasped, both in pleasure and realization at his rough handling of my breast and the thrusting between my thighs, "You… you're a part of them!"

"Yes, my little miko, I am…" he said and pushed another finger in, "but I am only half. As I said before, I was born from the darkness of youkai and ningens, making me a hanyou."

With the other hand, he ripped the cloth away, giving Naraku a good view of his fingers pumping my now dripping cunt. He proceeded in adding another finger, making me bite my lip from screaming from the amounting pleasure. This shouldn't be happening. I shouldn't…

"They taught me all that I knew and tested me by having me instigate that stupid war years ago. It would have been flawless and would have worked out well if I hadn't miscalculated the ningens and youkai combining forces, despite their many centuries worth of hatred between the two races. Luckily, I was able to slip away before the end… however, the Shinigami were found out and sealed away…"

"…If you… were able to s-start a war… why need them..?" I managed to say between his now rough and quickening thrusts. I hadn't orgasmed yet; perhaps he was trying to force it out of me? Male pride.

He leaned down to give me a soul-searing, tongue battling kiss before tracing his lips down to my breasts. He gave my nipple a lick before sucking and nibbling on it. The same was done to the other breast before he leaned back up, groping my breast again with one hand and sped up the pace even more between my legs. His eyes were full of mirth and his smirk seemed to be so erotic and powerful.

"Pawns still have some use… like using them on Onigumo's men… and also, in bringing you to me…" he answered and slammed his lips down on mine again.

He rammed his fingers inside me so rough and unexpectedly that I came, hard.

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I woke up later to find myself fully dressed in a different attire under the shade of a tree. Sitting up, I looked around to see that it was day and no one else was around. Had that been a dream? Had we done more than just…? Or had I dreamed that too…?

Sighing, I picked up my sword and began walking away, almost missing a piece of paper pin to a tree with Sesshoumaru's crescent moon insignia on it.