Path of Blood by Shinji Nishizono

Path of Blood

Prompt: Blood
Title: Path of Blood
Rating: MA

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Golden eyes slowly opened, pale hips lifting.  He stared at the female crouched there, sucking him off.  She looked familiar...  Do I know her?

She looked up at him, smirking as she wiped away the blood dripping down her chin.  Blood?  She flashed her perfect white teeth at him, smirk growing wider.  “Hello, Sesshomaru-sama.  Enjoying yourself?”

He shuddered at the sound of her voice, watching her lower her head again, not even waiting for him to answer.  She was so damn familiar...

A hot mouth wrapped around his cock, teeth dragging painfully along it.  Somehow, though, as she moved her head up and down, sucking and squeezing, biting and drawing blood, he just continued to get harder and harder.  It was like he was under some sort of spell, or dreaming...

As if someone had flipped a switch, Sesshomaru sat up straight in bed, all alone.  He was in the Western fortress, there was no supposedly dead dark miko temptress giving him a bloody blow job...  He groaned and dropped back against his pillows, staring up at the ceiling.

What the hell?

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From then to now, Kagome had no purpose.  She was a fucking waste of space...  Naraku was dead.  She’d made sure of that, after he killed off her beloved hanyo.  He pretty, pretty Inuyasha...  Her lovely...

Slim fingers threaded through her own hair and she swayed to some unheard music, one hand brushing her abdomen...  Soon...

Soon...

Sesshomaru would be her’s.  Soon...  She would use him to get a hanyo son, and with the existence of another hanyo in her life, she’d have a purpose, a reason to be.

Fingers bent and nails dug into the flesh of her own thigh.  She dragged it along, drawing blood.

A sigh, full of pain and pleasure...  Eyelids fluttered closed.

Soon...

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She giggled in his ear, crouched over him.  “Shall I take you in slow?  Or fast?  Soft?  Or hard?” she purred teasingly in his ear.

So familiar...

“Nng...  Please,” he wimpered.  In this place, pride was nonexistent.  All he wanted was to be fucked.  He wanted to be inside her, wanted it in any way he possibly could...  “Fuck me...”

In this dream world, he was the servant and she the master.

She laughed at his begging.  “Just like the dog you are, Sesshomaru.  My little doggy.”  She let out a whoop of hysterical, high-pitched laughter, insanity foremost urging it into breathless giggles.

She sank lower, taking him inside her, fingernails digging into the skin of his hips and drawing blood.  Her giggles petered out into a pleasured moan.  “So big, pretty doggy,” she whispered in his ear.  “Make me hurt.  Do it.”

He thrust his hips upward, reaching clawed fingers out for her breast...

Sesshomaru sat up in bed again, breathless and horny.  He stared at the opposite wall sightlessly for a long moment before taking a shaky breath.  He tried to remember her face, but as always...

It was only shadows.  He knew she was a dark miko.  He knew she was deadly, beautiful...  but as the days passed, his memories and knowledge of her slipped away.  It was as if he was slowly forgetting her, even if he saw her every time he fell asleep, fucked her every night...

She teased him so...

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Damn.  He was still resisting her...  Kagome giggled, splayed out on the floor of her cave.  But it was only a matter of time.  Soon, he’d be her’s, and she’d fuck him and have a hanyo baby...

Soon...

Her fingers brushed over the wound on her thigh from yesterday, then rubbed the scabs, opening it again and drawing blood.  She smeared the blood, dipped her fingers inside herself, blood and all...

“Nn...  Sesshomaru puppy...”  She laughed.

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He had only fallen asleep moments before, it seemed.  She was already here, crawling over him, capturing his mouth.  She pulled away, kissing a bloody-trail down his jaw, his throat....  Blood?

He moaned when she took a nipple into her mouth, arched when she bit down hard enough to draw more blood.  He grabbed her arms.  “More,” he whispered, arching up.

She snickered and resisted, pulling out of his grasp and kissing down his stomach, taking his cock into her mouth.  The pain made him so fucking hard.  She giggled, letting him go, and crawled back up him.  “My Sesshomaru doggy...”  Her giggling got louder, but she shifted and took him inside her.

Her hips moved to some inner rhythm, taking him deeper with every thrust.  Her fingers dragged down his stomach, opening tiny cuts in his flesh...

And once again, Sesshomaru sat up straight, sitting in bed, gasping.  He closed his eyes, reaching up to rub his soar throat.  However, when his fingers encountered moisture....  He paused.

The daiyokai pulled his hand away.  It was red.

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It was time, Kagome knew it was.  It was time... Time for her to capture him...  With a grin, she made her way through the cave.  It didn’t take long, really, to reach the castle on the surface.  She stayed beneath the Western fortress, after all.

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Sesshomaru knew, now.  It wasn’t a dream, but a fact-based hallucination.  He was awake the entire time, but she somehow managed to make everything vanish by the time he woke.  He didn’t understand that.  How?  How could she do that?

Who was she?

He growled softly and lay back in bed.  He was loath to sleep... but sleep meant answers.  He’d get his answers tonight...

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She slipped into the room, cloaking it with darkness and purity all at once.  She loved the feeling of her own power...

But now was not the time.  Now, she needed to focus on what she wanted (needed) and was going to get (she’d get it, or die trying).

The dark miko slowly approached the bed where the daiyokai slept.  She paused for a moment, watching his sleeping face.  He looked so helpless...

She ignored the vague pang of her old self, telling her that this was wrong (all wrong, it’s wrong, wrong, wrong, Kagome, what are you doing?!) and sat on the bed beside him.  He shifted in his sleep, fingers twitching, and she lay her hand on his and her ear against his heart.

“Silly doggy,” she whispered, shifting and straddling his waist.  “My silly doggy...”  She stifled the hysterical laughter bubbling up at the surface, barely.

Golden eyes snapped open and he rolled her, pinning her to the sheets.  She could only stare up at him in shock (had he somehow fought through her magic?!), even as he glared down at her.  “Miko,” he growled.

His voice was rough from sleep and anger.  And desire.

She still had the foothold, then...

Slowly, deliberately, she shifted her hips against his, smiling slightly.  “Oh, Sesshomaru...  Did you want to be on top?  Is that it?” she purred, her smile stretching her lips wider.

He bared his teeth.  “You presume to know what I want?  Foolish bitch.  How dare you seek to control this Sesshomaru with your feminine wiles.  I’ll kill you for this.”  He lifted his hand, claws glowing green.

She giggled.  “Yeah?  Like you stood by and watched your brother die?”

He froze.  His brother?  Brother?  Who...?  In... Inu... yasha... Yes.  His half-brother.  But how...?  This witch... knew his brother...  a miko...

Kikyo?  The undead bitch?  No.  She’s alive, this one.  And...  But who...?  Semi-formed images ghosted around the edges of his mind, taunting him, tantalizing him with the answer to this puzzle.  A companion of his brother’s...

But that one had be a foolish, love-sick pup.  Not like this dangerous witch, this seductress beneath him....

The miko smiled up at him.  “Kagome,” she whispered.

With a rush, everything returned, falling into place.  Kagome.  The loving, caring female that was so broken by his indecisive brother... and his death.  Sesshomaru had believed that she’d died with the stupid half breed.

Apparently not.

But now Sesshomaru was facing a dilemma.  Kill her and end her miserable existence, stop bothering with her at all, stop everything she’s trying.  Make it so she can’t use him anymore...

Or try and fix her.

There was only truly one option, though.

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Miroku looked up when he felt the approaching, familiar yoki.  He stared as none other than Sesshomaru himself, lord of the West, swooped in within the ball of yoki he used.  The lord materialized several yards away from him, holding a cloth bundle.

Miroku stared at the bundle curiously as he addressed the daiyokai.  “Sesshomaru-sama.  It has indeed been a while.  How may I assist you today, milord?” he asked diplomatically.

Golden eyes stared indifferently down at him.  “I have... something that belongs to you, and your wife,” he said finally, holding out the package.  “My brother’s last gift.”

“Gift, my lord?” Miroku asked, taking the package.  However, the daiyokai was already gone.

Carefully, Miroku unwrapped the bundle and stared, his heart slowly breaking all over again.  Inside the cloth (a white silk shroud, as it happened) was an ornately carved and delicately painted silver and gold urn for the ashes of one that has been cremated.  Around the neck of the urn was a chain.

And on the chain... was the completed, black Shikon no Tama.

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OMG, it’s done.  *wipes away sweat*  Thanks to Itsumademo and elisa128 for sitting around with me while I wrote it!  You guys are awesome.