Hot Salsa by Fortunesque

Hot Salsa

Here's just a little one-shot that I decided would be nice while I type chapter 7 of TOG. It is going to be my first lemon ever, so let me know what you think.

As stated in the summary, this is a rape one-shot, so if the idea makes you uneasy, don't read. I don't want to get flames about how disgusted you were at a rape description.

Hot Salsa

She wanted this more than anything she had wanted before. It was a strange request from such a pristine, good girl. But, she was sick of it. Kagome was sick of being a good girl. It wasn't that she wanted to be bad, oh no. She merely wanted to be treated like a bad girl should be treated: violently.

Of course, he went along with it. The idea enthralled him; he was a sadist by nature and was more than happy to oblige. Sesshoumaru didn't know why she wanted it this way and never asked. She had her reasons.

And here they were, in the middle of a clearing in the darkened forest on the night of the new moon. The only illumination that was to be had was the stars that shone clearly above through the hole in the forest's lush canopy. The late summer air held an undertone of fall's eventual chill, and it set the nervous excitement of the pair on edge. The surrounding forest was silent in wait of what would transpire.

She was nervous. Never before had she done it this way. With Inuyasha it was always sweet, tender and gentle, so her nervousness was to be expected. She was about to do this with her "boyfriend's" half- brother. She anticipated it more than she had anything else she could remember. The thought of what was about to happen frightened her and aroused her at the same time; it was a delicious internal conflict that set her up for what was about to transpire. Already she felt her inner depths' moisture trickling to join her panties outside her body. Her nipples stood up erect on her chest that gently heaved with accelerated, nervous breaths. Her mind had her spinning. It was all she could do stay standing.

In contrast, he was not nervous. He would not be interrupted by Inuyasha, who was decidedly human tonight because of the new moon. Of course, if an interruption of that genre occurred, he was confident that it would more be a nuisance than a problem. Regardless, he was equally as aroused as the miko before him. His hardened manhood was straining against the lower plate of his armor, begging to be freed from its confines. It was near unbearable in its uncomfortable attempt to lift the heavy plate of armor from the youkai's loins. He wanted this fervently; his cheeks were flushed with desire and his breathing was accelerated like hers.

Like a predator, he slowly approached her from a distance, picking up speed the closer to her he got. As soon as he was in reaching distance, he seized her clothing roughly and in a quick motion, violently removed it. Of course, she struggled; she was supposed to struggle.

This was a rape.

Sure, she kicked, scratched, and bit at him. It did nothing, as was expected. Her muscles strained against his overpowering, masculine body. It was useless, and as he removed his armor, the weight of what was about to transpire fell on her like a wave crashing onto a rocky shore after a good show of building up. It excited her even more. Excited panic hit her when he began to hastily remove his expensive silks and boots. It elevated more when he forcefully threw her to the ground and roughly tied her wrists together with his golden sash. Making sure she was unable to use her hands against him, he roughly grabbed her legs and spread them open, effectively immobilizing them as well.

Sesshoumaru scrunched up his long, lean frame over her prone, petite form and proceeded to brusingly suck at her exposed neck with a wreckless abandon. He then proceeded to do likewise to her full, round breasts, releasing each nipple with a pop. He had enough of this. He wanted to be inside her. Without checking to see if she was moist enough to enter, he forcefully penetrated her crying womb.

God, she was so hot and tight and wet. This miko had to be mad. After all, she had asked him to rape her. What kind of sick, twisted human bitch asked a powerful youkai to rape her? Apparently the one he was inside of. Of course, he had been taken aback, but to get a leg up on his brother, he readily acquiesced to this wicked idea.

Groaning unashamedly, he began to viciously thrust into her with as much strength as he wanted to use. Quickly the sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the clearing, coupled with animalistic noises from the entwined pair.

She loved this. Kagome loved the pain. He was so big over her, so completely dominating that his body covered hers and overlapped on both top and bottom. His sweat slicked chest slid against hers, causing more skin on skin friction that left her swooning. Every time Sesshoumaru violently thrust into her caused her to let out a gasping scream. It hurt so deliciously good. He was huge, hard, and so masculine in this moment. This was not the boy she was accustomed to laying with; this was a man that forced her to his will, and she loved every second of it.

Still, he continued to abuse her body with each thrust.

Even when he could smell her blood he didn't stop.

Kagome's lower back was bleeding from being thrust into so violently. Not to mention, her womb was bleeding from his rough pounding and his enormous penis. It was the most amazing feeling she had in her life; she was being possessed.

He was loving it as well. Sesshoumaru was always a power freak; he went almost out of his way to obtain power, on the battlefield and in bed. Her little human nails were actually doing some kind of damage to his person, but it was not enough to stop him. Blood mingled with sweat ran down his back, dripping onto her and soaking into his tangled hair. He let out a loud moan as her little hands found his backside and proceeded to grip it fiercely with her nails, drawing drops of his blood. This encouraged him to thrust all the more harder and faster.

She was panting, and her inner walls were starting to clench around his massive manhood. They both were so close to the end, yet each had more left in them.

"Choke me" came out of her mouth in a breathy scream.

He was shocked, but since she had asked him to rape her, he figured that it wasn't too off of the beaten path for her. With his large, long fingers, he seized her throat and cut off her air supply effectively. Gaping like a fish out of water, she dug her nails into the forearms that were attached to the hands that were slowly killing her.

To him, this was bliss. He was choking her, and she was clawing up his arms in a desperate attempt to remove them so she could breathe. Sesshoumaru increased his maddening thrusts, and felt his impending release.

Beneath him, she squirmed, unable to scream when she came. And come she did. It was the most intense orgasm of her life. Her walls clenched tightly around him, causing him to shudder when he felt her gripping his manhood and attempting to milk it.

His body tensed as his face scrunched up into a fearsome look, and his hips wildly humped while his backside clenched. Inside her bleeding passage, his cock pulsed, and with each pulse came a squirt and a gasping groan. His orgasm was as intense as hers, and it filled her until she overflowed with his masculine fluids.

It was the most beautiful, wild thing she had seen and felt in her life, and it was the last thing she would see and feel before oxygen deprivation knocked her out into a black void.