A Mere Digression by elle6778

Part 1

Disclaimer: Inuyasha and its characters are created by Rumiko Takahashi. This fanfiction had been written for entertainment purposes only and without intention of infringing upon any copyright.

Title: A Mere Digression

Author: elle6778

Rating: NC-17

Category: Inuyasha

Genre: Umm... A dub-con lemon?

Summary: A digression was what Sesshoumaru called it. 'It' being the heated coupling between him and Kagome which took place simply because neither of them could resist.

A/N: This story is not set in the most original of situations, and it's not exactly written like my usual stuff. It's just something I wanted to try – to brush up on my lemon skills, so to speak, :P . Heed the genre and warning – there is really no plot to speak of and it's not exactly warm and romantic. Some would even say that it is non-consensual.

It starts off loosely from the scene in episode 104 when Mukotsu kidnapped Kagome.

A Mere Digression - Part 1

The smell, it was killing her.

Much as she tried, Kagome could not avoid breathing in the fumes from the incense. Eyes watering from the effort of pushing against whatever that was paralyzing her, she snuck a glance towards the end of the room. That awful resurrected Shinchinintai was bent over something, and she had a feeling it was some sort of poison.

Even though she knew that it was useless, she glared at Mukotsu's wide back. She would kill him when she got out of this. And definitely before the madman succeeded in forcing her to marry him. All she had to do was to wait until he left the hut.

She tried to move again, and to her delight, she managed to move her fingers. The poison must be wearing off, she decided as hope grew within her. Concentrating hard, she focused on moving her toes, but realized to her disappointment that her feet were still paralyzed.

The smell from the incense was growing stronger, filling the small space with thick, grey smoke. She felt lightheaded but strangely languid, her mind gradually clouding over. There was something buzzing through her veins, heating her up, sapping away her determination to break away from this ridiculous situation. She could feel a trickle of sweat running down her forehead but much as she wished to, she could not wipe it off.

Something was happening outside. Dimly, she noticed Mukotsu rushing to the door. Soon, she was all alone in the hut. The only thing which accompanied her was the sound of shuffling outside. There was something she should do, but she could not remember what it was.

Oh, yes.

Escape.

She jerked slightly when a loud noise exploded outside, bringing her a brief moment of awareness. Desperate now, she tried to move her legs, only to end up falling onto her side. Her frustration mingled with something else she could not name as she tried to summon the strength to get up.

A shadow fell over her.

Blinking rapidly, Kagome managed to make out the silhouette of a figure standing at the doorway. She recognized the person standing there, but her lips refused to cooperate.

Sesshoumaru, she called out wordlessly.

...***...***...***...

Sesshoumaru stood there at the threshold, simply watching as the miko stared up at him mutely. His nose itched at the unbearable scent which overpowered the scent of everything within the hut including the miko. There was poison in the fumes, but he did not know what it was and he did not care as it would not affect him.

The miko, however, would be affected.

Considering the role she played in the entire Shikon-no-Tama debacle, it might be wise to ensure that she remained alive. In which case, it was best if he removed her from the hut. His lips tightened in distaste at the notion of touching the human wench. It could not be helped, he told himself as he stepped into the hut.

The miko was still staring at him mutely, her brown eyes wide in her face.

He frowned when he noticed the glazed look, just before he lifted her up using his one arm. Her body was limp, offering him no resistance. She had succumbed to the paralyzing poison, he surmised. How weak. But what else did one expect of a mere human? Especially one as small as this one.

He stepped out of the hut, lifting his face to the sky to savor the relatively clean air before he glanced downwards at the miko. She was staring up at him with wide brown eyes filled with apprehension and something else.

It was only then that her scent hit him fully.

He was instantly paralyzed by the implication of her scent. One could not mistake the thick waves of pheromones which emanated from her body.

His own body began to react without his consent, and Sesshoumaru released a growl of annoyance. Instincts warred with reason, and he could do nothing but to hold himself immobile, lest he did something unacceptable. Still cradled in his arm, the miko blinked at him slowly.

Her voice was husky when she called out his name. "Sesshoumaru..."

A violent shiver ran up his spine and his throat went dry. Involuntarily, his arm tightened around her small form. He could not help but notice the flush in her cheeks and the dewy moistness of her lips, and the sight ignited a further reaction from his body. He immediately frowned. This situation was intolerable. He refused to allow his body to react in such a shameful manner at the sight of a human miko. The miko who accompanies his hanyou brother, no less.

Forcing the desire to the back of his mind, Sesshoumaru glanced around, noticing that they were surrounded by trees. It crossed his mind to simply leave the miko there, but he was uncertain of Inuyasha's arrival. The stench of incense and poison was still lingering in the air, and considering the hanyou's diminished capacity, he might not be able to find the miko.

The miko shifted in his arm for the first time. Her eyes were still somewhat unfocussed, but it appeared that she was regaining the ability to move. Much to his consternation, her next move resulted in her legs wrapping around his waist. Sesshoumaru grimaced. He did not wish to be discovered with the miko while she was in this abhorrent state.

Still, he could not leave her here. However, if he could help it, Inuyasha would not have the satisfaction of realizing that he, Sesshoumaru, had assisted in saving the miko. He needed to leave her somewhere safe for Inuyasha to find.

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Sesshoumaru launched them both into the air. He kept his one arm around her even though it was unnecessary as her legs were still wrapped tight around his waist in the most unsettling and improper manner. As he scanned the terrain below for a suitable location to place the miko, she trembled in his arms. A waft of thick, spicy pheromones reached his nostrils, sending another jolt of desire through him. It was almost as if she was in heat. But he knew without doubt that it was simply something which was caused by the poisonous fumes.

"S-something is wrong w-with me," she choked out almost incoherently.

She was simply stating the obvious. Not having the inclination to converse with her, he simply scowled and continued his search, all the while attempting to ignore his rising arousal.

To his consternation, the miko slid lower, whether deliberately or not, he could not tell. But she was now pressed intimately against his hardening length. He tensed and immediately willed his body not to react. This was intolerable.

"You will cease your movements," he bit out.

"C-Can't..." she whimpered piteously.

Her hands were now clutching his shoulders in a surprisingly strong grip. The torture on his willpower worsened when she began to shift against him. Soon, the slight movement turned into a rhythmic grinding of her hips against his. Sesshoumaru growled low in his throat. His entire body was already protesting against the strain of resisting the lure of her pheromones. He did not need additional physical enticements to worsen his situation.

He ground his teeth together, realizing that she was far too weak to resist the poison. The urge to throw her off his person warred with the desire for her to continue her enticing motions, warning him that the situation had become increasingly dire.

His desperation had reached its peak when he finally spotted a small, secluded clearing at the base of a cliff, surrounded by large boulders. He instantly swooped down, ignoring the miko's gasp of alarm.

The short trip had taken much and his desire for her body was becoming unbearable. He needed to distance himself from her. The moment his cloud dissolved under his feet, Sesshoumaru released his hold on her. To his annoyance, she continued to cling on his person with her arms and legs.

"Get off," he ground out tightly.

Appearing not to have heard him, she simply tightened her hold around him, biting her lips as she did so. The scent of her pheromones was overpowering and he realized that he was much too aware of the curves pressed against him.

"You will remove yourself from this Sesshoumaru's person this instance!" he snarled harshly.

Her only response was to bury her face deeper in his neck. A groan broke from him when she continued to grind against him. The friction was unbearable. He tried to pry her arms away from his body to no avail. The small body was deceptively strong. Her hot breath against his cheek drew his attention. Eyes glazed with undisguised lust, cheeks flushed and lips parted as she drew in a shaky breath, the miko bucked against him.

He knew that he had to stop this before it went too far.

Extending a claw, he tore the white fabric of her sleeve and raked a shallow line down her arm, hoping that the pain would bring her to her senses. A hiss sounded from her, but she did not release her hold on him. Instead, her legs tightened around his hips. A heated shiver ran up his spine when his throbbing erection felt her heated core through his layers of kimono and armor.

"S-Sesshoumaru... I don't know what to do."

His eyes widened. It was the first coherent sentence she had uttered in a long while. Perhaps the shock of being wounded by his claw had succeeded in awakening her capacity for speech. Reaching up to her hair, he yanked her head back such that he could look into her eyes.

"You will get a hold on yourself, Miko," he hissed. "Your behavior is most unacceptable."

Her face twisted as if she was in agony, then to his astonishment, a drop of tear trailed down the corner of her eyes. "I-I can't! I c-can't help it. P-Please stop this..." she pled.

Her fingers were now tangled in his hair, and he had to forcibly refrain from closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation of her digit massaging his scalp. Kami help him, this was possibly the worst thing that could happen to him. His mind was clouded from the scent of her pheromones and she was offering herself, demanding that he took her, even though he was certain that neither of them would have wished for such a thing if they were in the right frame of mind.

"P-Please, Sesshoumaru..." Desperation tinged her tone even as she continued to grind against him.

He shuddered involuntarily when a particularly violent move pressed against his swollen head, drawing down his foreskin. His sensitized flesh throbbed against the silk of his hakama, straining to be freed.

He would resist this. There was no other option.

He clenched his fist tighter around her silky strands of hair. "You will stop this," he gritted out.

Unfortunately, it appeared that the poison had taken full control of her. Her demanding lips latched onto his neck, nibbling and sucking at the responsive flesh. An erotic shiver ran up his spine as her blunt teeth scraped up to his ears. A growl appeared from his throat.

The limit of his control was drawing closer. His body was crying out for fulfillment, urging him to bury himself in her, to thrust into her warm, welcoming depths and slam into her repeatedly until he sated himself.

It was imperative that he removed her from his person before it was too late.

Fisting his hands at the back of her attire, he jerked hard. Obviously shocked, her hold loosened. Desperate to remove her, he threw her down on the ground none too gently, but the soft grass cushioned her fall. A gasp of protest escaped her lips, and she immediately bent her legs in an attempt to rise, causing the green fabric to slide down her thigh to pool above her hips.

Sesshoumaru growled at the view before him. All that was separating his gaze from her flesh was a piece of thin fabric. The prominent wet patch on the fabric drew his attention, beckoning him to approach. To tear it to shreds so that he could feast himself upon what was hidden underneath.

Teasing him.

Taunting him.

Challenging him.

Blood roared in his ears.

His last, tiny shred of control snapped.

...***...***...***...

One moment she was touching him and the next, she was on the ground, cold and alone. The loss of the heat of his body was unbearable. Why did he reject her?

She needed to get to him, to touch him, to feel his muscles under her fingers. Something at the back of her blurry mind told her that this was not what she wanted, that this was wrong, but her body refused to obey. Instead, she strained to get close to him, even as her mind continued to tell her to stop this madness.

Before she could push herself off the ground, Sesshoumaru streaked towards her, landing between her parted legs. Though still clad in his clothes, she noticed absently that his armor was now laying down forgotten to one side.

Eyes blazing with unmistakable desire, Sesshoumaru reached out a hand.

Her breath quickened in anticipation.

The first touch of his fingers against her inner thigh seared her skin, almost as if he was branding her. Biting her lips, she struggled to push herself closer to him, to feel more, only to be greeted by a warning growl. Instinctively, she froze, but the sharp stabs of desire continued to course through her.

"Please..." she whispered.

He did not respond. Instead, his hooded eyes remained fixed on the junction between her legs.

Then she gasped when she felt the graze of his finger against her panties. In a move she did not quite see, he ripped the flimsy strip of fabric from her and tossed it carelessly to the side. Cold air brushed against her pulsing centre, making her shiver as trails of sticky liquid ran down the seam between her legs.

Incapable of speech, she offered no resistance when he pushed her open wider with his knees. Heated blood roared through her veins as she watched him untie and then lower his hakama to reveal his engorged member. His entire length stood proud above his hanging balls, the wider tip glistening with further proof of his desire.

Her breath was growing shallower by the second as she continued to stare at him. She knew what was going to happen and yet, she was helpless to prevent it.

Deep at the back of her mind, she realized that this was the first time she had laid eyes on a male's arousal. She should feel scared at the sight of the large erection, but all she felt was an overwhelming desire to have it inside her. Her entire body screamed out for it, wanting nothing more than for Sesshoumaru to ease this overpowering ache within her. She throbbed with the need to feel him above her, pumping inside her with his long, thick member to stroke away this feeling.

More trails of sticky fluid, proof of her need, slid down her folds to the groove between her ass. Without conscious thought, she reached out to touch his protruding flesh, only to be thwarted by his hand. Her fingers twitched as he tightened his grip around her wrist briefly before placing her hand on his chest.

Her gaze lifted to stare right into his red-rimmed golden orbs. The light within his eyes was intense, as if he was struggling determinedly against something. Dimly, she realized what it was. Sesshoumaru did not want to do this, but he was helpless to prevent it just like she was.

"Miko..." he growled low in his throat, his voice sounding tortured to her ears.

Remorse momentarily distracted her from the calls of her flesh, just before his arms went around her. The next thing she knew, she was on her hands and knees with her skirt bunched up around her waist, exposing her fully to him. Vaguely, she noticed that she was flattening the grass under her palms, even as the rest of her awareness was fixed on the hot body pressing behind her.

Then all thoughts evaporated from her mind when she felt a smooth, blunt object sliding against her folds. Her fingers curled in response to the wave of desire which coursed through her as he slid the tip of his shaft over her clit, coating himself with her juices. The slippery movement continued once, twice, and again and she pushed herself backwards, trying to feel more.

A soft, furry appendage snaked around her hip, stopping her movements, holding her in place so that he could do whatever he wanted with her. The very thought of it further inflamed her hunger.

She whimpered helplessly, wanting more, not satisfied even when he shoved two fingers into her. Those long, slender digits stretched her as he pushed deeper, touching her where no one had been before. He continued to prod, curling his fingers and moving rapidly within her, sliding against her walls. The heat was growing more intense and there was a coiled tension which was not there before.

A whine of protest escaped her lips when he removed them only place the tip of his arousal at her entrance. He rubbed against her pliant flesh, and then he was pressing further up. She felt the furry appendage circling her hips tightening further, holding her securely.

Then he rammed in hard.

A sharp stab of pain jolted through her, drawing a strangled gasp from her. She felt so full, so stretched.

He did not pause.

He simply thrust into her over and over again, rubbing his length violently against her sensitive walls. His balls slapped against her clit with each deep pump, forcing her to arch her back, throwing her head back with soundless gasps. Pain mingled with a tight pleasure as her core was pummeled over and over again. She could only bite her lips in response to the assault on her senses.

Her breath caught in her throat when the raw, stinging feeling receded, leaving only a sensation of burning pleasure throughout her entire body. The friction was unbearably intense and she could feel her wetness dripping down the insides of her thighs. She could not see what he was doing. She could only feel each and every time he slammed into her uncontrollably, grunting and growling low in his throat. Slipping and sliding into her wetness, each time drawing more of the sticky fluid from her.

Her arms strained from the sheer force of his thrusts. Not able to hold herself up any longer, she dropped to her elbows with her backside still raised.

Still, he continued to drive deep into her with wild abandon, pushing her elbows hard against the ground. Her breaths came in increasingly shallow gasps as spikes of pleasure bombarded her. She felt him dip lower behind her and then his hand was around her right breast, kneading it roughly through her school uniform. Her stiff nipple pushed against his palm, begging for more. With a growl, he pinched it hard, and then rolled it between his thumb and finger, drawing a loud moan from her as hot heat radiated out from that spot.

Something was happening. She could feel her entire body tensing further. Not knowing what to do, she could only moan continuously as the aching coil within wound tighter, begging to be released. She needed more.

"More..." she whimpered involuntarily.

A snarl sounded behind her as the furry grip tightened around her hips. The speed of his thrust immediately increased to a frantic pace. Kagome squeezed her eyes shut as she drew in open-mouthed gasps, helpless to do anything else.

A jolt of intense pleasure rocked her when his fingers moved away from her breast to slide through her wet curls. His motions were rough, untamed, but she wished for nothing else as he rubbed hard against her sensitive clit. The combination of his hard length pounding into her and the stroke of his fingers brought the tension within her to a new height. She felt the heady rise of something and her body wound up even tighter. The ache in her core was almost painful now. She arched her back, pushing desperately against the body behind her. Wanting more.

Then everything exploded around her in a rush of release, sending the warmth of her miko power spreading outwards. Waves upon waves of pleasure crashed over her as her shuddering walls clamped down around the hardness within.

Behind her, Sesshoumaru snarled triumphantly as he pulsed into her, splashing her insides with hot, thick semen.

When he withdrew abruptly, a brief moment of clarity presented itself to her, sending shockwaves slamming into her. Her eyes widened in horror as comprehension sank in. She had just had sex and it was Sesshoumaru who had been inside her. A growing panic overwhelmed her even as her pleasure-weakened knees gave way and she slumped bonelessly to her side.

What has she done? What should she do now?

Tormented by indecision, she glanced backwards. Kneeling on the ground, Sesshoumaru's chest was heaving erratically as he stared at her with a pair of unreadable red-rimmed golden eyes.

"Sesshoumaru..." she whispered.

However, exhaustion overtook her before she could form another coherent word. Willingly, she gave in to the welcoming darkness.

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