Love Hentai by Shi

Love Hentai - Part One

A/N: This Fic. ( Planned One-Shot) is dedicated and gifted in entirety to my dear friend Callie Z., who was continually supported and pushed me on through my writings. I have thoroughly appreciated her support, and friendship, throughout a very important part of my amateur writing career.

Thank you sincerely----much love, and happy birthday to you Caz ^_^ !!

----Shizuka Ishimaru (-_^=)

"Somewhere in the wind, somewhere in the pray... somewhere in the night, somewhere in the day...

somewhere across the moon, drifting by a cloud... washing on the bay, rolling through the sound...

somewhere my heart drifts away anew... somewhere it will drift; until it reaches you"

----Shizuka Ishimaru

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A long sigh slid smoothly over her lips as she tapped her fingernails on the dashboard of the car... her Mom at the wheel... saying words that didn't all register with her wandering mind. One hand was holding up her head, as she had her elbow firmly planted in the arm rest.

Her Mother was taking her to an Art School, that if she passed through---- there might actually be a chance of her attendance into a university of sorts... maybe when strained... a very high up medical university... that would be ideal, really.

Wouldn't that be lucky??

----Kagome sure as hell didn't think so. Yes---- that was her name... Kagome Higurashi.

She, an Eighteen year-old girl, whom had been spending much of the entirety of her life since the day of her fifteenth birthday in the Feudal Era of Japan...

Traveling with a half demon named Inuyasha (her current love interest...) a lecherous monk named Miroku, a demon slayer named Sango, and two full blooded demons; Shippo the fox youkai, and Kirara the cat youkai... all became friends when fighting at each other's side for the common goal of revenge to the evil demon, and arch enemy Naraku... one hated by many.

She would rather be there than anywhere else in the world... her whole life was wrapped up in the thoughts, and need to be there... there with her friends, and with him... Inuyasha...

...anyway... definitely more than the place that their car had just pulled up to... that didn't even get second thoughts.

"Oh, Kagome... don't worry. I'm sure Inuyasha will understand... you need your education you know. He should know that too."

Kagome glared at the comment, still remaining in the same depressed, angry position.

"No he won't." She replied crossly, as she pressed two fingers over her frown wrinkled forehead. "----He won't. He thinks it's all as useful as chicken shit."

Kagome's Mother's eyes widened to an eerie state, as she nearly slammed on the brakes in shock of her daughter's sudden outburst of coarse language.

"----Kagome..."

"...Your language! Please... please... learn to control your tongue!" She said... too stunned to say much more.

She moved one hand off the steering wheel, to wipe her shock perspiring forehead, gradually calming herself down.

Kagome laughed almost silently beneath her breath... "It's what Inuyasha would say..."

Upon arriving at the Art School---- a tall, stark white, modern looking building with many windows gracing the exterior of the structure with dark paned windows loomed over the tiny car.

Kagome looked up at the many towering floors with little interest, although the building was very 'important' looking, and held a definite high class standards to it... even from the looks.

From this structure, through two very large glass doors, a stiff, and arrogantly aired woman protruded, casting an appraising look at the moody looking girl that stepped out from behind the open car door.

Mrs. Higurashi---- Kagome's Mother---- handed the moody girl two luggage bags, then shut the doors to the car.

Mrs. Higurashi grasped Kagome gently on her shoulder, and walked toward the primly dressed, starchy clothed woman.

"Miss Higurashi, I presume." The Woman said, stiffly as she tilted her nose upwards, into the air.

Kagome grimaced at the woman... 'Look who is going to be a royal pain in the butt...' she thought. This woman was obviously someone essential, and important to this Art School...

"I am, and I 'presume' that you are the unfortunate art teacher." Came the reply with a sneer.

All of the color nearly drained from Mrs. Higurashi's face... never had Kagome acted so poorly, or been so outspoken. All she could manage to do was to reach for Kagome's shoulder she had lost grasp of, and stutter the name she was nearly incapable of speaking; "...Kagome----"

The distraught Mother was paused... reaching for something that was mere inches away, yet seemed so far off, suddenly... so out of reach.

The haughty woman smirked in the corner of her mouth, as she looked down over her pointy nose through her small, wire rimmed glasses.

"A temper, and an attitude... all excellent material foundations when dealing with art, I assure you Mrs. Higurashi."

Mrs. Higurashi closed her eyes with a sigh of what, might have been relief, and let her trembling hand fall limp to her side.

The smirk never leaving the face of the haughty woman, she grasped Kagome on her shoulder, where Mrs. Higurashi's hand had been reaching for, and with slight forcefulness, she pushed Kagome into a state of semi-submission, moving her along side of herself, as Mrs. Higurashi followed, her hand grasping the strap of her purse nervously... all walking through the doors of the impressive structure.

"Your presumption was correct, Miss Higurashi... I am the instructor of modern arts; Nanase Yaida."

Kagome didn't appear the least impressed. 'Of course I was right...'

Ms. Yaida cleared her throat, to continue. "The instructor of the traditional arts is Ms. Tanae Arakawa..."

Kagome loosened up her shoulders a bit with a shrug... well... perhaps traditional art wouldn't be so bad... she had always liked that sort of thing... it reminded her of her friends, Inuyasha and the Feudal Era... perhaps this was one of those things she could pull through, if worse came to worse...

Mrs. Higurashi turned Kagome around to face her, and pulled her into a tight, motherly-loving embrace. "Be good for me, my Kagome." She said, slowly pulling herself away from her one and only... dearly precious daughter, and slowly walked towards the doors to exit... throwing the occasional glance over her shoulder, after walking from the building... before approaching her car.

Kagome sighed defeated as she allowed herself to be directed by Ms. Yaida to a dorm room on the 16th floor that she was to stay in during her stay here at this prestigious Art School.

Ms. Yaida pulled Kagome over to a bed in the room, took the luggage from Kagome's hands, and threw it onto the bed. "This bed is yours, Miss Higurashi... I believe it is fairly comfortable... it's fairly new... or, I believe so." Kagome looked at her with a tinge of surprise...

Ms. Yaida walked over to a sofa, where a girl was lying sprawled across it, with a book successfully covering her face... it had a very worn cover and she was apparently absorbed very much within it.

Ms. Yaida placed her hands on her hips, and then nudged the girl in her leg. "Miss Takeshi... you have company." She stated.

Kagome smiled slightly.

Perhaps 'Madame Haughty-pants' wasn't so bad after all... but she shook her head slightly. No... that was no good. She couldn't go around being so optimistic about this... that would ruin the whole purpose of being depressed.

The girl made a gesture, flopping her hand carelessly in a shooing motion, while remaining hidden behind her book.

Ms. Yaida sighed, pushed her glasses up onto her nose, straightened her suit, giving Kagome a small smile, before walking from the room... closing the door behind her.

Kagome scratched at the back of her head and then flung herself backwards onto the mattress.

From the corner of her eye, she studied the cover of the book that the mysterious room mate was hiding behind. There where words on the cover, in Kanji script, reading; 'Journal'.

Kagome rolled her eyes.

"Reading someone's journal I see... prying into their deep and private thoughts, eh?"

The girl behind the book made a gesture with her hand, implying that indeed; Kagome was correct. Then she spoke; "Mm. It's a very good one too..."

Kagome's interest was strangely captured... she couldn't decipher why either...

"Who's journal it it? Your Beau?" Kagome asked, with a tinge of a tease in her voice... her curiosity was becoming even more aroused.

The girl sighed happily.

"It was my ancestor's journal... he wrote down his very deepest thoughts." Kagome could just imagine the dreamy eyes that the girl had... probably relishing in all of the personal thoughts and notations listed throughout this journal she was so utterly consumed by.

Kagome could barely contain her interest, but... she still had to act depressed.

She scrutinized the cover with an inspective eye, carefully... well, as well as possible from the distance that she was situated at.

Yes... it was indeed a very old book... the cover was bound leather, and very worn... and she could tell by the way that the turning pages sounded, that they where very fragile, and soft... but undoubtedly made from a different paper substance... one made to last much longer than modern tree paper would... being the girl's ancestor's and all...

The fibers of the book where very worn down... could probably use some preserving, but by the way she devoured it, it would appear to be the greatest book ever written; it's contents obviously held a great secret... one worth learning through the tedious, and lengthy chore of reading through the scribbles of tiny, kanji print.

Kagome's feet happily thumped against the feet of her bed. "Thump-thump! Thump-thump!"

'Hn...' she mused. 'How very interesting...'

Kagome couldn't contain herself much longer.

"What's in it, surely it is very interesting, yes?"

The girl sighed happily again, and agreed. "Yes... but... it... has a lot to do with... 'Demons'." She stated, as if ashamed.

Kagome almost jumped with excitement. 'Demons! That means surely...'

"Is it based from the Feudal Era?!" Kagome nearly yelped out her question with joy.

The girl nodded vigorously. "Yes! Yes... that is why I am so... interested... it has a lot to do with my Great-great-great Grandmother... she was... a priestess... a shrine maiden..."

She paused.

"...also, it has to do with a good amount of intimacy and... romance..."

That is a girl's favorite subject...

Kagome's eyes widened...

The journal... it might be her only source of consolation while here in this art prison.

Deciding to introduce herself... 'The first best way to start a friendship.' ...she sat up from her bed, and walked over to the sofa, where the girl lay her book down on her lap to look at Kagome who was smiling down at her brightly. She returned the smile, with an equally as inviting one.

Kagome smiled happily, and bent down beside the sofa.

"What is your name?" She asked eagerly.

"Amaya Takeshi."

Kagome nodded, liking the name. It had a very... charming sound and feel about it.

"Kagome Higurashi."

The girl smiled, and began to turn back to her reading... grasping a page... then---- her eyes widened as if she had come face to face with the spectre...

Her face showed of shock, and her eyes depicting some sort of doubt, or... confusion that set Kagome on edge.

The girl shook herself from her state...

"Did you just say Kagome Higurashi?"

Kagome nodded... very slowly and scratched at the top of her head.

"Um... yes?"

The girl's eyes turned into saucers, before she slammed shut the fragile book.

"Sorry---- I guess... I guess it just surprised me..." She said, with a very nervous laugh.

"You see... um... that's a very rare and unusual name to have..."

Kagome rolled her eyes, and nodded in agreement... (How she knew it was odd! Ha!)

"...and um, well... that's what my Great-great-great Grandmother's name was."

Kagome smiled and nodded her head in understanding at the girl's sudden outburst of shock, before pausing herself---- a new realization swept over... an overwhelming new realization. She collapsed on the floor, her face paled and drained of all color.

"Oh Gods---- "

Kagome sat up propped against the couch, with an ice pack propped up firmly against her head as she absorbed every syllable letter that she could, written into the worn pages of the paper.

"...Holy shit..." She spurted aloud. The girl---- Amaya---- spun her head around to look Kagome perplexed in the eye. Kagome shifted nervously. "Oops.."

"Um... sorry..." She apologized, with a nervous laugh... something that was becoming fairly regular in her style of speech lately... scratching once again at the back of her head.

Amaya gave a shrug, and dismissed it, walking over to a drawer and pulling out a large piece of white cardboard paper, and some other artistic tools.

Kagome glanced back at the book, and plunged back into her reading. "Such elegant handwriting." She mused to herself.

Her head was swimming. This writing was incredible---- she must find his name out---- the name of the author!

With short thought on the matter, she turned to the girl who was seated awkwardly on the floor, looming over the cardboard, drawing swirly penciled lines lightly across the surface. "Um... Amaya... what was his name??" She asked... no---- nearly begged---- desperately...

Amaya turned, a little confused at why it mattered. "I don't know... if it is even mentioned in there... I haven't yet come across it... after all... you kind of did just tear it out of my hands..."

Kagome was depressed, and crestfallen...

She had the same name as one of Amaya's ancestors... this book was written by the one who was wed to the same woman... if only she had the names... that might make it a lot simpler...

It was from the Feudal Era period... meaning only one thing... no... wait, it couldn't mean that could it?? Nah.

Her eyes fluttered back to the page, and she read... searching for the answers that she longed for.

It read;

"...There it was inconceivably ironic... she was there clutching on a blood stained sword... blood was staining her hands.

She stared defiantly at me.

When I questioned her person as to where my brother's location would be, she refused me the pleasure of knowing.

Never had she acted so defiantly toward my person before.

I thought... honestly, I had never come across such a disrespectful, volatile creature in my entire existence. then she said it... 'I wish to kill Inuyasha.'..."

Kagome gasped at the sudden realization; this journal belonged to no other than---- Sesshoumaru!

She felt a sudden cringe in her stomach... and she grimaced. The walls of her stomach began to contract... 'How...? Why...? Is this really all possible...? This is all so sudden...' 'Now... wait a second... who is this reference to 'she'...?!'

She read on;

"...I could not rightly believe that the wench could in all actuality utter these very words from her mouth---- not when she had been with my father's half-human son for so long..."

Kagome paused. 'She' must be Kikyo... that would have to be it! ---- Kikyo had been with him forever almost... and this journal mentioned nothing of the member's of Inuyasha's circle as of yet... and she; Kagome knew that Kikyo would be the only one bold enough to handle a sword, or threaten Inuyasha's life in such a manor. Ah... finally for once something 'fit'... in a certain way of sorts.

She read on;

"...Although it was of an interesting enough circumstance that I was to come across this as it was, however---- still---- I was presented with the conquest of this wench... and her blood thirsty threat toward the half-bred relative of my own person, and unfortunate self..."

Kagome huffed. So like something Sesshomaru would say! How dare he! How DARE he call Inuyasha something like that! But... then again, she was reading HIS journal... that was to be expected... she supposed.

She read on;

"...How to deal with a woman? Of this I was shortly uncertain... I will come to admit in this, as I do not lie.

A highly unusual occurrence. something in which would in normalities not be the case; my being at loss of what to do... but, as it where... in this moment I was unsure.

However... I have thought---- no---- known---- that I took matters as they should have been taken... as I did then.

How is the best way to break a woman?

Ah.

It is simple.

I did what the overwhelming senses within me told me to do... and this---- this now is how I wish to most accurately describe, and portray how I believe it was to have occurred, and begun..."

Kagome furrowed her brow, and shifted the ice pack... just a little. Sesshomaru certainly did have a very distinct way of writing... but it was so foreign from what she might have expected...

And among other things... who would have thought SESSHOMARU---- of all people or beings---- kept a JOURNAL!

She shrugged, and read on;

"...'No' I commanded her.

'Leave the blood of the half-breed to find it's own way into the soil.'

She looked at me both with hatred, and anger... and something else behind it all---- reflecting in her eyes---- confusion.

An impossibly perplexing combination of which I still, as it stands... had never seen, nor have become well acquainted with.

In all usuality... the different portrayals of emotion are to be held separately within one's self... but within her, it was very different.

It was something to ponder through... through the minds of the ages... and only understand it by the outcome which has been proven through the centuries of time.

Ah---- yes... the submission..."

Kagome sucked in her breath in one quick intake...

What was he describing there? Something about anger hate and confusion?? Ah... those things are so simple to feel connected. Being Kikyou's reincarnation of course... probably was the main reason why this feeling was understandable.

Sesshomaru was so stupid not to realize. Sigh.

She read on;

"...I glared most sternly at her... refusing to show ans understanding to her current state of being.

She narrowed her eyes toward me with the same venomous hate, to the likes of which I had been in a short period now of something that was to be expected from the wench.

I felt a strange amount of rage, that I fought to cool down within myself... and I did what I would do naturally---- if not by common sense, than by instinct.

I placed my arm firmly around her waist, and gripped tightly around her.

I glared back into her traitorous eyes... threatening to end her existence shortly if she fought against my person.

Her eyes where the betrayal to her---- perfectly portraying every emotion she felt... all projecting through the blue glass... and, she was... scared.

Still I held tightly to her though... my understanding of her emotions urged me to loosen my hold around her, but she clung to my wrists... fearing now for her life, and the security of my hold, as she feared to be dropped to the ground, from the stance that was held in my place in the skies.

She still clutched tightly to her sword... I could see it shaking in her hands.

She was unsure of what to do... I could feel it. Not wishing for her to inflict an injury to herself from her terribly untrained handling of the weapon, I spoke to her...

'Put it down Priestess.'

She shifted her head, to look into my eyes... hers where wide.

Then, much to my shock---- yes, I admit in shock as well---- she lowered her eyes dangerously at me, and replied defiantly;

'No.' She growled beneath her breath..."

Kagome blinked a few times.

Kikyo stood up to Sesshomaru like that? Well... it appeared there was a heck of a lot about Kikyo that she didn't know.

She lowered the book to her lap...

'This is definitely NOT Kikyo... but, if not her... than... who??'

Picking the book back up,

She read on;

"...I could say nothing to the woman, and of her response to my person, lest I anger her more.

So, in my strange, overpowering desperation---- ah, yes... I know what you are thinking, but yes---- desperation---- I brought my tongue to her face, and licked across her cheek.

For myself, this was rather pleasant, and I wrongly assumed it was likewise for the wench, but I sadly misjudged.

In a sudden burst of shock and fear, she brought the sword she so shakily gripped, strongly back into my face.

In one blind swing she had drawn the sword cleanly across my ear.

I smirked as I felt my own blood trickle down the side of my face.

The injury would heal in only a matter of days, but regardless of this known fact to my mind, and knowledge... she had successfully, and cleanly sliced across my face... leaving a descent result directly before the vicinity of my earlobe.

She gasped and dropped the sword at her own actions, much to my surprise.

I smirked... this was the right time to act upon what I had made resolve to do.

I heard below, the clink of the sword, hitting a rock somewhere in the mist.

I descended into a clearing that had caught my eye, situated near a mountain spring... the steaming water created a vapor in the chill air.

For what was much overdue, I found it not at all unpleasant in how I would force the consequences upon her..."

Kagome's eyes where wide. 'What the hell?'

'Sesshomaru licked a human woman's cheek?? That is almost painful to think on...'

A most bizarre feeling crept through her veins... so odd was it, that it was frightening. She quickly shook herself of it... dismissing the thoughts that came along with it of---- jealousy...

And turned anticipatingly back to the book...

She read on;

"...Fear was overwhelming in her scent, and it's enticement was making unknown senses come alive within me.

Something of a sort of which I had not before known.

Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest, and her eyes dilated.

The already prevalent fear spiked within her.

I was at loss a moment, pulled from my enrapture... What could be fearing her so? If I myself had been unsure of my own actions before... it came to nothing in comparison to what I was feeling now.

I was... very unsure of my own actions.

Submission is not to be won over by fear amongst Dog demons... Respect. Respect, Honor, Trust... those are the foundations to gain submission from.

That is the way I knew it was to be done... and the fear she was feeling... I knew I had caused this in her.

I sought her respect and trust... nothing more now.

And, to gain this... I had to now make right what I had so dangerously destroyed.

I needed something to gain from this wench that had so hatefully defied me. Respect, and Honor, and Trust... Submission.

Instead I had gained fear.

Now was time to change the current situation.

This would have to be done in only such a way... as necessary... of course..."

Kagome shook her head and groaned.

That was far too much like him!

But wait... what was this? He always was the type to end up scaring some female, or woman to their wit's end... besides the fact..

hn... but perhaps Sesshomaru wasn't really all that bad though?---- Oh, of course her is awfully rude, and and all... but---- he DID seem to feel guilty about scaring the hell out of whoever 'she' was. So... what the hell! She smiled sheepishly at this thought, or 'revelation' of sorts. She caught notice that Amaya had turned from her art to look at her dreamy eyed self... and quickly diverted her eyes back to the book before her.

She read on;

"...I landed gently upon the ground, and placed her on her feet, but I could hear her gasp, and sudden intake of breath, and she collapsed before me, directly with her face pressed upon my feet.

This was going terribly wrong. Nothing so far had fallen into place correctly.

This had never occurred before in my entire existence---- with the general exception of Inuyasha, of course---- when NOTHING ever went right... but this was now happening with this woman... and it came very foreign to my mind.

All I could do at that point in time was to stare at her, and her shaking body, as she lay trembling on the ground.

I could not decipher the emotions that where flooding through her body... they where so unusual to my person.

I felt a strange feeling that I had never felt before... a sort of a pity... or so I am told.

I lowered myself on to the ground... on both my knees, and ran my hand through her hair... oh how at this moment I wished I had both arms to do so with!---- watching as the strands cascaded through my fingers.

It was fascinating... she had the most unusual hair I had every had the pleasure of seeing.

It's coloration was not quite black, as some... and had a very strange, and yet intriguing sheen to it... smelling of I scent I could not properly place.

Everything about her was different.

All at once I felt the need to acquire her respect... to overtake her and her whole body.

I am not one---- after all---- to let something go undone, no?..."

Kagome gasped as she flipped the page. Sesshomaru's character was so different from what she had thought it to be... why on earth would he feel guilty, or have pity towards a human---- or a woman for that matter?!---- Was this all really possible?

No... this really couldn't be Kikyo. Kikyo isn't afraid of Sesshomaru, or demons. She had encountered Sesshomaru many times before, and had seemed to get along with him rather... so, that was fairly much out of the question.

Everything was so confusing... it was all a jumble in her head... neither left nor right made a lick of sense in her tormented mind. And, as odd as the whole occurrence would seem... she was beginning to feel like she understood Sesshomaru... almost feeling sorry for him... wanting at this moment to be able to see him... to question him... ah.. yes... time to search back his writing for answers.

Amaya was scratching away on the cardboard now with a wooden stylus that she would on occasion dip into a bottle of black ink. She had a very determined look on her face. She was working on a drawing for traditional arts, and it had a very strong abstract character to it... bit it was clearly a cherry tree... right?

Did it matter? She was busy... very busy with her project, and Kagome was all too pleased. This gave her more time to read through the journal.

Turning her eyes back to the page, smiling mischievously.

She read on;

"...I pulled her face up, to look into her eyes... by her hair---- gently.. something I was not accustomed to doing.

'What?' I asked her.

Her face was wet with tears, and her eyes where glossy with the salty water.

Her fear and confusion where penetrating through her wide, pleading eyes... boring something into me... something that was unknown... fear once again spiked in her scent, only serving to add to my frustration.

Another thing that only occurred with Inuyasha.

She brought one of her hands to her face, and began to wipe away at the tears on her cheeks... and hide the tears that bled from her eyes.

I stopped her hand with my own.

Her face was fully reflecting the confusion, and insecurity she felt toward my actions. I acted quickly---- I needed to erase all confusion from her.

I slipped my hand beneath her hair, and around her neck... pulling her face closely to mine.

I looked at her a moment... taking in her clothing. It was the strangest I had ever seen... and I felt the strange pulling urge to venture beneath the seams of it.

Her eyes pooled with her silver tears, and her round blue eyes swam with emotions---- the two most evident where greatly disturbing to me... still she held the same views toward me.

All words where kept unsaid.

What could I say? What could she? And that is when it happened---- where everything wrong could be made right---- where the confusion could end.

I brought her face even closer to mine, and watched carefully as her eyes widened and I could feel her chest clench as I pressed my lips against hers.

I could feel my dog instincts taking over... threating to ravish this strong willed, yet delicate female... to give her everything I could give---- to take all that I could take.

I slowly slid my tongue through her soft lips, and into her wet mouth.

She began to stiffen, and I felt her hands pressing against my chest---- trying to push herself free of my grasp.

I moved my hand from her head, and seized her wist, drawing her closer, and up with me as I stood.

Her hands turned into clenched fists as she pounded against me, pulling her face away from mine.

I could not blame her for her actions... she had every reason to feel the was she did towards me.

I had never given her any reason to feel otherwise.

But now... now I hoped might---- no---- would---- be different. I wanted her at this very moment... I wanted her to desire me... and I needed to give her a reason why to..."

Kagome felt her face burning with an intense heat. The little, nearly invisible syllables on the pages where really getting to her. Some wild heat that she had only felt once before in her life, was now driving her nearly to her end.

It was overwhelming... and becoming rather hard to deal with.

Her icepack was starting to get uncomfortable pressed against her forehead, so she shifted it slightly... perhaps this was all die to nothing more than the ice pack... no?

She sighed, with this new irritation wearing at her nerves, and then...

She read on;

"...Her eyes had a glint of fire within them... I could see her anger newly aroused.

The flame she held within them was burning with a passion. She was plainly disgusted by my actions toward her, and I drew regretfully from her.

I could feel the pools of loss deep within my chest... where had these come from? Yes... I questioned myself often with this new desires... something had been kindled, but whatever the cause of it, I preferred not to question it... in fear I might be disappointed. Yes, I feared this.

A feeling I so hated was that of loss!

She glared at me hatefully. 'What do you think you are doing?!' She hissed into my ears. I was taken back a moment, before I pulled her back to my, and rested my chin on her shoulder... her tenseness never leaving from her body.

I licked along her neck. The salt of her skin made my tongue tingle with a pleasant sensation. Never had I been so intrigued by any single, or individual thing, or creature... but I knew that I was plainly drawn to her, for whatever kami forbidden reason. Yes... I was drawn to her, for desire of respect, honor, submission... and for her strange ethereal sapphire beauty.

It so intrigued my senses.

She tightened her chest against me, and I could feel the firm muscles of her breasts, as they pressed into me, she tensed.

I pulled away from her, holding her out from me, with my hands holding her forearms.

I looked into her eyes with shock---- now I was shocked...

Her eyes swirled with molten haze... emotion like liquid...

I took this in before allowing my gaze to descend on her firm, and erected breasts. The harden tips pressed against the thin fabrications of her strange, short yukata.

All was now evident to me; her body was fully aroused to my ministrations. and willing... but her mind---- yes, there lay the opposition. Her mind, and possibly her heart reasoned against her physical arousal, and her evident sexual desires.

She was mentally being torn apart, right before my eyes... and to me, it was unpleasant.

Why could she not succumb to her sexualities, like I---- the evidently more powerful being had done so?

Never the less... her arousal could help my cause... if approached correctly.

'I am making love to you.' Was my delayed, and highly thought over answer.

A look of understanding and lust swept over her face, before she tore herself from me... her expressions being replaced by one of understanding---- yes... still understanding---- and to my dismay---- horror. Yes... she was indeed horrified by what I had just said... her heart and mind was horrified.

'No.' She refused me. Her face set with determination.

I could scarcely believe it... she had refused my advances, and my actions of intimacy and arousal.

How was this possible? I was losing myself in a deep mist of my confusion... she was the weaker... I was the stronger...

Had the tables been reversed upon me?

I was lost in the mist... while she had tore herself from me... and was nearly running from me now.

I needed to feel her... I needed HER---- almost, if not desperately. Respect, and Honor could come later... now was time to gain Submission!

I lunged forward after her... pinning her hands and body firmly to the ground, with my own looming a breath away from her... my heated breath brushing lightly across her face. She cried out in surprise, and tried to no avail to pry herself from me.

'I will make love to you...' I said... almost a threat... lowering my voice dangerously. She needed to feel of the intensity of which I spoke..."

Beads of sweat where beginning to melt the icepack at the rate that it would melt if thrown into a direct flame. Her body was nearly on fire.

'Is this even the same Sesshomaru?'

Amaya sat oblivious to the world, concentrated on her art at hand, as Kagome felt herself burning like hell it's self, from the streaming words of intensity and the extreme newfound sexualities of Sesshomaru.

Who would have thought?!

She wiped some of the perspiration from her face, and neck with a sleeve...

She read on;

"..."

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End Of Part One...

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