The Assassin's Seduction by ShadowsWeaver1

The Assassin's Seduction

A/N: Readers Beware. This is a highly graphic, rather depraved, piece of self-indulgence. XXX. Extreme foul language and explicit sexual situations. So please, if you are not of viewing age, or have tendencies to be easily corrupted, please, avert your eyes. Shadow has fallen beyond the gutter into the realm of no return. For those of you who would like to rise to the challenge to sink as low as I have, I only have one thing to say...we are all perverts and should be punished for our naughty, naughty ways XD Oh, but I do hope you enjoy yourselves...really, really enjoy yourselves. Because I know that if anyone makes it through this piece without feeling the fire in it, then you're not human!

Note: You'll need this

"Speech"

'Thoughts'

'Kagome's Typing'

'The Assassin's Typing'

'All other computer chat'

The Assassin's Seduction

Sunset. There was something about the sunset that brought back memories. Seeing the blazing red of eternal fires, knowing that the darkness was only being held at bay by those last vestiges of ethereal light. The clouds, thin wisps of weightless color like splattered blood against the backdrop of the battlefield. The sky waging war with itself as two superpowers would collide. And in the eerie stillness that descended upon the land, those final cries of birds as they found their way to their nests were haunting reminders of voices once raised up over the roar of battle.

It was over now, her time of battles long since past. But sometimes, she just couldn't help but remember. Oh, it wasn't the battle that she remembered, not the blood or death or carnage. It was the people, the people she had left behind forever.

She would see them sometimes, in her mind's eye; see their smiling faces, imagine that they were doing well. But sometimes, in her darker moments, when sunlight just wasn't enough to chase away the shadows of her past, she would see them and think not of the lives they would have lived, but that those lives had long since been over, and that now she was alone.

In her time, there were no more battles, no more fear or struggle. And yet, she couldn't help but miss those days, wish that just once more she could know true strength and courage as she watched her friends take up their arms against their foe. They had been so determined, so full of hope and life. They had been...

But now they were no more, nothing but a memory, a dream never to be made real again. They were a myth, characters fallen into legend. But to her, they would always be a part of her Feudal Fairytale.

"Kagome!"

Her mother's voice stirred her from her distant reverie. Looking away from the reddened sky, she was brought back to the present, to her rightful time.

"Come inside, dear. Dinner is ready."

"I'll be right there, mom," she called back.

One last time she let herself look up into the swaying branches of the God Tree, the magnificent totem of power that had been her connection to that world so long past. What secrets did it hold in its ancient limbs? Did it know of the past she so longed to see? Did it know of the lives she had been ripped away from when her duty to the Shikon had been complete?

If only there was a way. If only she could find another link to the past that would tell her of the things she ached to discover. Her friends, her family, her love; all had been stolen from her with no way to know what became of them. And she...She had been brought back, back to a life that had been all she knew, but just seemed lacking somehow now that she knew so much more of the world and its secrets.

"Kagome?"

Startled slightly by how close her mother was to her, Kagome turned stiffly, a habit picked up after far too many battles, to face her.

A barely audible sigh fell from Miya Higurashi's lips. Her daughter tried so hard to make them think she was doing well, but a mother always knows what is troubling their children; and she knew well how much her Kagome missed her friends and worried for a past she could never see again.

"Dinner is ready, dear," Miya told her daughter in a soft, steady tone.

"Yeah, mom," Kagome nodded in understanding. "I'm coming."

With Kagome following along, Miya made her way back to the house. As she went though, she couldn't help but notice the reluctance in Kagome's steps. The poor dear. As if the battles had not been enough, she had to loose her heart as well. But then, perhaps things were not as lost as they would seem. This was the time of advancement and technology, after all. Perhaps there was still someone who could help her daughter find the answers she needed to move on with her life.

"Souta was showing me how to use the internet the other day," she said conversationally. "Though," she added with a soft smile, "I must confess it is quite an unusual experience to have you children know more about something than you do."

"That's only because Souta spends three quarters of his days on his computer," Kagome replied with a dry laugh. Getting her brother away from that machiene was like prying teeth from a dog demon - you could lay bets on the fact that you are likely to get bitten.

"Yes." Miya's voice was tightened with annoyance. But she brushed it off quickly, focusing on Kagome instead of thinking about her son's unhealthy use of his time. "But the amount of information you can find is astonishing, if you know how to look for it." Turning to Kagome, she offered her a supportive smile. "Perhaps if you knew what you were looking for, you might start there to find some answers."

It took Kagome a moment to realize what she was saying, but when she did, she found herself returning her mother's smile. "Thanks, mom. I just might do that."

- - - - - - - - - - - -

"This is useless!"

Kagome made an impressive imitation of a growl as she glared murderously at her computer. She had spent hours searching the net for information about her past. She had tried every search she could imagine, things ranging from specifics like the Shikon Jewel, to those as broad-range as Youkai and Miko; and she had gotten nowhere.

If ever there was a mention of the jewel, it would always be some conjecture related to an old scroll or parchment that talked about a stone of power. There was nothing about the battles, or the people who fought them. Youaki was as much of a loss. They remained myths, legends; the people they were, the things they did, written off or lost to history. Besides, how could you chase a legend, how could you catch a myth?

The listing for Mikos was equally as useless. It went on for hundreds of pages. Thousands of names, dates, locations, festivals, shrines, marriages, deaths, and everything else imaginable. But when she narrowed the range of her search to the time period she was most interested in, all she got was vague histories, mentions of the role of the miko to the peoples of Feudal Japan, and more fairytales of things gone and forgotten.

She was just about to give up, to admit that her search was useless, that her hope had been false, that she really would never find out what had happened to her friends. But then, just as she reached for the mouse to close out her search window, one title caught her eye.

'Miko's Refuge. Hostweb interactive chat. Demons, DID's, Mortals, MWB's welcome. Mikos test your skill under the watchful eyes of The Assassin.'

Kagome's finger tapped indecisively against her mouse. Chatrooms never really were her thing. But there was just something about the wording that gave her pause. It welcomed demons? It made distinctions between mortals and youkai? If she was seeing this, would there be others, those who, like her, were looking for an immortal connection and seeing it as well? And what was the call for mikos all about? This Assassin, what did he want from them?

"I guess...it couldn't hurt to look," she told herself as she brought her pointer to the link.

Besides, her sense of duty wouldn't let her ignore the fact that if this Assassin was looking for mikos then she could not allow him to find them. Not any real mikos, that is. Even if she had never met another with spiritual powers like hers in her time, that didn't mean there weren't any. If they were pulled into this little game as she had been, what might have become of them if this truly was a place of demons?

'Test your skill,' it had said. Well, if they were looking for mikos of skill, they would find out soon enough just how skilled she could be.

'**-Please enter ID:-**'

A tiny smirk curved on Kagome's lips as she wrote. If there were any real demons here, they would know not to mess with the, 'ShikonMiko'

'**-ShikonMiko has logged on to the chat.-**'

'Higuma: Come up here and say that to me, worthless MWB! My claws are itching to take hold of your puny mortal flesh!'

Kagome blinked. 'What the...? A Youkai? And what is an MWB?'

'Sasha: Oh, Higuma, you bug lug. Don't let him get to you. You'll always be my Fuzzy Bear :)'

'Toron: Yeah, Fuzzy Bear. Listen to your woman. You wouldn't stand a chance against this DID.'

'Kaza: u r so full of shit u make me LOL! DID! NFW!

"I hate being a newbee," Kagome complained. But, since she had already come this far, she figured she might as well get caught up.

'Excuse me? But could someone tell me what DID and MWB stand for?'

'Kori: Oh, look, a newbee :P'

"Yeah, laugh it up, buddy," Kagome murmured in annoyance. "Just answer the damn question."

'Doku: Mmm, a miko. Let me have a little taste? I love sinking my teeth into hot miko flesh.'

"Ok...ewwww..."

'Higuma: Go home to your mortal mama, Toron. Suck her tit a bit longer and maybe you'll grow a brain.'

'Sasha: Hello, miko.'

"Finally! Progress!" Her fingers moving excitedly over the keys, Kagome typed out her message.

'Hello, Sasha. Nice to meet you.'

'Toron: How about you suck my dick fucker?'

'Kori: Like anyone could find it XD'

'Kaza: LOL!

'Doku: What? No hello for me, miko? I've got something for you.'

"Again, ewwww. Where do these people come from?"

'Sasha: Nice to meet you, miko. I am MWB Sasha.'

'Kori: Liar! Everyone knows you're DID Sasha!"

'Higuma: You're the cock sucker, dick shit. Fucking MWB, suck on this demon meat. Or is your puny mortal jaw too weak for it? '

'DID? MWB?'

"Come on, someone answer the damn question." Kagome was growing impatient. The little 'who's is bigger' contest between those Higuma and Toron guys was getting really annoying.

'Sasha: MWB = Mortal Wanna-Be. DID = Demon in disguise.'

'So they are here,' Kagome thought as she looked over the section of text again. 'But which one is which? And how can you tell if some of them are mortals faking it, and others are demons hiding it?'

'Thank you, Sasha.'

'Kori: DID Sasha! DID Sasha!'

'Sasha: Shut up Kori! I am not!'

'Doku: You know I'd still fuck you, Sasha.'

'Sasha: You would fuck anything you could stick your dick into, Doku.'

'Toron: Just try it, fucker. I'll teach you about real demons when I tear into you with my fangs and rip the damn thing off!'

'Higuma: Baka ningen. If you knew anything about demons you would know it would just grow back.'

'Kaza: u can do that?'

'Kori: Kaza, you are so stupid! And learn how to type!'

'Kaza: I luv u 2 Kori :) c u l8ter?'

'Kaza: In your dreams!'

'Doku: You were in my dreams last night, Sasha.'

'Sasha: Would you come off it, Doku. I'm not going to do it with you!'

'Toron: She would rather have my big cock giving it to her. Not like that imaginary thing Higuma pretends he has. Did the doctors chop off a bit too much when you were circumcised and leave you with penis envy? Because only someone who has a tiny cock would say something as stupid as it could grow back.'

'Actually,' Kagome just couldn't keep listening to this crap. 'Youkai can regenerate lost limbs.'

'Toron: No one is talking to you, miko bitch.'

'**-Toron has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'Sasha: What makes you say that. miko?'

'*-shrugs-* I've seen one do it. Hey, what happened to that guy?'

'Kaza: r u a real miko?'

'Kori: No way! They should have a section for Miko Wanna-be's.'

'Higuma: Stupid fucker got booted for not playing by the rules. Mikos are protected by The Assassin.'

'As real as they get ;P' But as she was typing her message, Kagome saw Higuma's response. She added. 'Who is The Assassin?'

'Sasha: Site moderator.'

'Kori: You mean man of my dreams! *-sighs-* I wish he would talk to me. He's so dreamy!'

"Site moderator, is he?" 'What is he? DID? MWB?'

'Higuma: Don't ask, miko. You don't want to know.'

'Doku: Probably a fucking MWB.'

'**-Doku has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'Sasha: Thank you, my Love! That guy pisses me off!'

'**-Toran has joined the chat-**'

'Kori: *-groans-* Here we go again. Don't you ever get tired of changing your name Thor?'

'Toran: I'm a cat. I have nine lives.'

'Higuma: You've already been killed 20 times, idiot. Give it up already. We all know you're just a stupid MWB jackass, mother fucker.'

'Toran: I'm a demon, shit head. You can't kill me.'

'You're annoying. That's what you are.' Demon or not, this guy was really getting on Kagome's nerves. 'Anything stupid enough to pick a fight with someone or something stronger than themselves can, and will, die.'

'Kaza: Not me! Reincarn8 4ever!'

Kagome cringed at the idea of a reincarnate. 'Reincarnation isn't all it's cracked up to be.'

'Toran: Come meet my claws, miko. And we'll see who wins.'

'**-Toran has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'Kori: My hero!'

'Sasha: Let's see him come back from the dead after that.'

'Higuma: Stupid fucker.'

'Does The Assassin ever say anything? Or just listen to everyone's conversation?'

'Higuma: He likes to think he's a god.'

'**-Higuma has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'Sasha: Now you're just being a bully, my love.'

'Kori: No way! He IS a God!'

'Kaza: I want to be a god in my next life.'

'Kori: Keep dreaming stupid!'

'**-Higumma has joined the chat-**'

'Sasha: Fuzzy Bear! You're back!'

'Higumma: Yeah, no thanks to someone.'

'Kaza: I had a dream that I was a starfish once.'

'Sasha: Lol, Kaza, you are so cute!'

'Kori: How is that cute? A starfish? Come on!'

Kagome sighed. This was getting her nowhere. 'One last try,' she told herself as she stretched her fingers over the keys again.

'Assassin? Would you speak with me?'

'Higumma: You shouldn't do that, miko.'

'Why not?'

'Sasha: Come on, Fuzzy Bear. Lighten up. You know he never says anything.'

'Higumma: Not to you or me, maybe.'

'Kori: *-pouts-* I wish he would talk to me.'

'Sasha: Not to anyone.'

'Huh. Sounds like a stubborn dog I know.'

'**-Higumma has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'**-Sasha has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'Kaza: *-gasp!-* Oh no! look what u did!!'

'**- Kaza has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

'**-Kori has been booted from the chat by The Assassin-**'

"What the heck is going on?" Kagome asked herself in confusion.

And then...

'**- The Assassin has joined the chat-**

"Well, well, well, what have we here?"

'You should read the rules before you speak of such things here, miko.'

'Rules?' Yeah, she had sorta skipped over that part.

'There are two words forbidden here. And only two words.'

'I'm sorry. I didn't realize.' She really didn't. But what could she have said that was so bad? Those other guys were saying horrible things and they hadn't been booted, let alone come face to face with the big bad dog...

'Wait a minute! You mean DOG is a forbidden word?' Really, come on! 'What? You some sort of animal fanatic or something?'

'Or something.'

What kind of reply was that? The kind, Kagome was all but certain, that would come from someone who was not quite what they seemed.

'Youkai.' It wasn't a question.

'Miko.' Neither was his response.

'So this is your site, then?' He had some serious explaining to do. 'Why are you looking for mikos?'

'Why would a miko come looking for me?'

Kagome scowled. Oh, no. It wasn't going to be that easy for him. 'What makes you think I'm a miko?'

'What makes you think I'm a youkai?'

Well, that certainly had her. What did make her think that? Or was it just wishful thinking? Yeah, probably the latter. Still...

'Youkai have a nasty habit of thinking themselves as Gods.'

'A habit you, no doubt, would break them from, miko.'

Even though it was only words on a screen, it sounded like a challenge.

'I do what I must.'

She had great power, but she knew the heavy burden of responsibility that accompanied it, and the pain of remorse for what her hand had been forced into.

'We all do what we must.'

'To stay alive?' That was what she fought for, for her life as well as those innocents who could not.

'To really live.'

What did he know of battle if he could so easily dismiss the lives lost to it? 'It's hard to believe an Assassin would care about life.'

'It is hard to believe a miko would not.'

'How dare he?!' 'What makes you so sure you know what a miko would and wouldn't do?'

'I once knew a miko.'

Kagome froze, reading that one passage over and over again. Her fingers were shaky as she typed in her next question. 'Once?'

'It was long ago. She is dead now.'

'I'm sorry.' She really was. For him, and for the hope he stole from her with those words. 'I once knew an assassin,' she told him. But to think of such things only made her heart heavy. To try and lighten it, she added, 'He was a real ass, but boy, was he ever fun to look at!'

'Are you pretending I am he? Is it his voice you hear when you read my words?'

'No...' she answered slowly. 'Why would I do that?'

'I hear her voice when you speak to me, miko. I remember her face, the color of her eyes, her scent filling my senses and driving the beast mad with desire.'

"Ok," Kagome had come to a conclusion. "This guy is totally nutz!"

'Seriously, buddy. What's your damage?'

'Don't you want to know what it's like? Don't you want to pretend he is speaking to you, touching you, heating your blood as his body becomes yours to explore and yours his to ravish?'

'No!'

Ok, so that was a lie. Who wouldn't want to imagine the Aristocratic Assassin, the Silver Kami, the Killing Perfection; having his carnal way with you? She might have, possibly, perhaps, have thought of it a time or two. But that didn't mean she was about to share that kind of personal info with this online pervert!

'I can smell your lie, miko.'

"Oh, come on! No you can't!"

'I think you're full of yourself.'

Kagome sat back in satisfaction. "There," she congratulated herself. "Take that!"

'I would rather be filling you with my hard cock.'

Her jaw dropped open in absolute horror. 'He did not just say that!'

'Pervert.' It wasn't an accusation. It was a fact. 'I don't have to sit here and listen to this.'

'Perhaps not. And yet, you are still here, aren't you? Admit it, miko. You are curious. You are probably already getting wet for me, wanting to know the feeling of my hard dick stretching you, making you quiver with delight.'

Kagome shifted uncomfortably. 'Did it just get hotter in here or something?'

'In your dreams, sicko.'

'Yes, my dreams. Make my dreams come true, miko; as I shall for you. Let me taste you, make you hot and wet; and then when you're ready, let me fill you so that we can cum together.'

'Excuse me?' Really, what do you say to something like that? 'I don't think so!'

'Oh, but I do. I want you.'

Now that was lie, one Kagome knew all too well. 'You don't want me. You want her.'

'So what if I do? Do you not want him? I can be whoever you want me to be, miko. Just close your eyes and see him, hear his voice whispering to you. In fantasy, there is nothing you can not do. Be her for me. Be my fantasy. And you will have all of yours come true.'

Suddenly, and for no obvious reason of course, Kagome's mouth felt very dry. 'This is hardly one of my fantasies.'

'It could be. I could be.'

'Why am I still talking to this guy?!' Kagome was desperately trying to figure out why she just couldn't move the mouse to close out the screen. 'He's a pervert! He thinks I'm going to have sex with him online! I mean, ewww! No way! Not going to happen!'

And yet, still her fingers found their way back to the keys. 'You think you're so good, don't you?'

'I don't think I am. I know I am.'

'Damn him!' She could practically see that all-superior, condescending, 'I'm so much better than every single one of you, bow down to my greatness' smirk that would always grace his lips. It didn't help at all that it was probably the sexiest thing she had ever seen a man do...err...demon.

'What am I doing?' she asked herself in horror. Was she really comparing this guy to Sesshomaru? Was she really falling into this wack-job's perverted game? "No way!" she told herself firmly. "Not going to happen!"

'Yeah, well, too bad for you, buddy. This is one miko you are not going to get a chance to impress...if you ever could.'

'What's the matter, miko? Are you scared? Afraid I might hurt you?'

'That egotistical, pompous, arrogant, son of a...'

'I have seen horrors you couldn't even imagine, been hurt in ways that no one should ever know. Don't you talk to me about fear. You don't know fear until you are looking it in the eyes, and you would never know the courage it takes to stand anyways and fight for your future.'

'You have no idea how hot you are making me. I'm throbbing. I can't take it anymore. My pants are too tight. I have to feel what you are doing to me. Yes...So hard. Would you feel it too? Would you touch me? Take my pain away, miko. Give me your blessing.'

Kagome decided that there definitely was something wrong with the furnace, because the temperature in her room had just gone up by about a hundred degrees.

'Not going to happen, you sick fuck. I'm leaving.'

Why she stayed, she would never know.

'Then just let me imagine it is you touching me while I pump against my shaft that aches to feel you. And tell me that you are touching yourself, slipping your fingers into your hot, slick passage, giving yourself pleasure for me.'

Kagome gulped. Hard. Somehow, the heat that was rising in her bedroom had suddenly found its way into the lowest pits of her stomach.

A pulse from deep within her that sent shivers dancing across her skin had her moaning. "Oh man, what's he doing to me?"

It was indulgent, depraved, completely amoral; she knew this. And yet, somehow, she found her fingers moving to find the keys once more.

'What makes you think I'd do something like that?'

'Because I want you, and you want me. We can give each other pleasure. Oh, such pleasure, miko. Let me make you wet. Let me drive my tongue into your hot pussy to taste your divine nectar. Let me touch you. Let me feel your pleasure. Let me have you.'

'This is ridiculous!' Kagome chastised herself harshly. 'I shouldn't even be listening to him!'

And yet, his words had made it difficult for her to breathe. 'Because I want you...' she could almost hear his velvet voice whispering to her.

"No!" She shook her head sharply. She couldn't do this, couldn't imagine it was him. It was wrong. In so many ways it was wrong!

'I can't. I won't.'

'You can, miko. Haven't you ever fantasized? Haven't you ever touched yourself and imagined that it was someone else touching you? Haven't you ever pushed yourself to orgasm and called out a name even though you were alone? Imagine it, and it will be. Let my words give fuel to your fires of lust and passion. Let me help you to give yourself pleasure.'

Again she wondered why it was she couldn't bring herself to simply close the screen; and again she was mortified to find that her fingers had made their way back to the keys.

'I don't need your help to give myself pleasure.'

'Mmmm...I am touching myself now, imagining it is your hand wrapped around me, stroking so gently. Doesn't that make you hot, make you throb with need as well? Don't you want to touch yourself to make the ache go away? Do it. Slip your hand between your thighs, rub against it, feel the aching throb be replaced by only pleasure.'

Kagome shifted again in discomfort. All this talk about throbbing things was seriously making it difficult to ignore said throbbing. Of course, she wasn't about to give into his demands...No sir!

But...She smirked a little to herself. Why not make him think she was? What else would he do? What else would he say?

The temptation to discover things unknown and unsanctioned was simply too great.

'Mmmm...It feels so good.'

'Lol.' How was it that even when he used the common slang for laughter she could hear him mocking her with his mirthless chuckling? 'Too easy, miko. But perhaps now you will be more participatory in our little game. Tell me, where are you right now?'

Kagome looked blankly at the screen for a moment in confusion. Surely he didn't think she was stupid enough to actually tell him where she was? 'Pft!' Snorting mentally, she went to the keys to give him her sarcastic reply.

'In my bedroom.'

'Perfect.' Apparently what she had thought was sarcasm wasn't. 'Go to the door then, and lock it. Let us not be disturbed. I will wait. For you, miko, I would wait for centuries.'

'The door?' Of course, it wasn't because he had suggested it that she found herself looking apprehensively towards her bedroom door. No. It was simply that whatever was being said between them, she was certain her mother would have a hear attack if she saw it. 'Just in case,' she told herself as she got up to lock it. For her mother's sake, of course.

And, since she was there anyways, she figured that turning off the lights wouldn't be such a bad idea. Her family would think she had gone to bed, right? Besides, the computer gave off enough of a glow for her to see the keyboard. It had nothing to do with her wanting the darkness and the shadows it brought. No. Not at all.

'Alright,' she told him once she had returned to her computer. 'It's locked.'

'Good girl. Now tell me what you are wearing.'

She scowled a bit at him giving out orders to her in such a way. Still, she found herself looking down and seeing her most unappealing tank-top and sleeping shorts. Drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, she worried it a little as she thought up a better answer. Finding it, her eyes gleamed with wickedness as she reached for the keys to give her reply.

'Nothing.'

'Lies do not become you, miko. Tell me what you are wearing.'

Releasing a huff of frustrated breath, she finally relented to his demand. 'A tank-top and flannel shorts.'

'A bra? Panties?'

'I can't believe I'm doing this!' But even so, she answered.

'Yes. Both.'

'I want you to take off your bra. But not right now. Let me guide you through it. Let yourself feel everything as I tell you what I would do to you.'

She was hesitant to reply. For some ridiculous reason – and it was ridiculous – she had this feeling that if she said yes, she might actually end up doing so.

But her hesitations were somehow forgotten by her hands as they moved to type her reply. 'Alright.'

'First, slide your hands behind your back, making sure you feel how hot your skin has become. Take hold of the clasp, and break it, let it hang loose to give you more freedom. But don't take it off yet. No. Slide your hands around to your front, take your breasts in your hands and squeeze them roughly, your hands becoming mine to show you my hunger and my need.'

She wasn't doing it because he had told her to. No, she just had to massage her poor breasts after having them confined in that tight binding all day. Yes, that had to be it. "Ohhhh," she moaned softly. Then why did it feel so good? Why were her nipples so hard? Why, with every hard squeeze against the tender mounds, could she almost feel his hands giving her pleasure?

'Yes, feel it. So hard, so rough, and yet my claws would never harm you, my little miko. No, not you. I want to touch every part of you, my need so consuming you can feel it. You gasp for air, the pleasure so exquisite.'

She did gasp, though she told herself it was because he had admitted to having claws rather than the fact she could almost feel them scraping so delicately across her skin as he, with all his perfect control, managed to be gentle even when he was handling her so roughly.

'But you need more, don't you?'

Without thinking, she had replied, typing one word with only one hand, 'Yes.'

'Then take it off. Slide your shirt over your head and throw them both to the floor.'

Groaning, she complied. It was too hot in there anyways. But the moment her shirt was pulled over her head, her whole body shook with a trembling shiver.

'So cold,' she told him.

'Then let me warm you. Feel my body settling over you, sharing with you my warmth. Slide your hands across your skin, and feel my skin on yours. Can you feel it, miko? Can you feel the heat that my touch brings you?'

She was feeling something alright. Either it was whatever he was doing, or she had to have a serious discussion with her grandfather about the proper settings of the thermostat. A tiny whimper of need leaving her lips, she decided she might as well accept the fact that it had been his words that caused her skin to lift in shivering delight, and the thought of his perfectly-toned body settling down against her that had her moaning with desire.

'Answer, miko.'

'Just keep you pants on!' It just felt too good. She didn't want to stop.

But she did, her hands pulling reluctantly away from her own skin; and she gave him an answer. 'I can feel it. My skin is too hot. It burns to touch, but I can't stop.'

'Do you want more?'

'Yes.'

'I could give it to you. I could give you your pleasure. But you would have to promise me pleasure in return. Would you do that for me, miko? Would you give me pleasure as I would for you? Would you touch me, make me feel it? Would you wrap your hot mouth around my throbbing cock and suck me until I cum?'

It took a great deal of effort, far more than she thought healthy, to be able to clamp her jaw back shut after it had, completely against her wishes, fallen slack as she read his words. She swallowed thickly. She couldn't do what he was asking, could she? Could she pretend to be touching him, like he was imagining to be touching her and making her feel as though he really were? Could she do what he asked, make him believe, even though she didn't know how, would never find the words?

'I don't think I can.' She almost regretted saying those words. And she was embarrassed by her own inexperience in having to admit that, 'I've never...never done something like that.'

'Your innocence is all the more compelling, miko. Then I should take my time with you, go slowly as to not frighten you away. I can be gentle. For you, I could be anything. Just tell me you will try for me. Tell me you want to touch me as I was touching you. Tell me, miko, and I will give you more.'

For a moment, just a moment, she closed her eyes, remembering how heated that touch had been. Though she knew it had been her own hands sliding over her skin, her own touch that had made that coil in her belly tighten with pleasure; there was a part of her that had felt his strong hands, that had almost believed that he was the one with her giving her such unmatched pleasure.

She could feel the heat pooling within her, feel the throb from her centre that simply wouldn't be ignored. So hot. She ached to find her release.

Then why not let him give it to her? Why not indulge in this fantasy? Why not let his words guide her hands, and let it be his voice that she heard?

Taking in a deep breath, she moved her fingers over the keyboards again. 'Alright. I will try.'

'Your promise makes me throb in anticipation. It is painful, miko, what you do to me. I'm so hard. I want you so bad. Making me wait is slow torture, but torture I will gladly endure for a taste of you.'

She shivered as a strong pulse from within her had her inner muscles clamping down against nothing and making her yearning to be filled grow with desperate need. She whimpered quietly to herself, shifting in her seat to try and relieve some of the painful pressure.

'What do I do?' She didn't care anymore that she didn't know. She just wanted to feel what he was doing to her, have him give her the release she needed from the building pressure in her core.

'Do nothing, miko. Not yet. Just sit back. Relax. Read my words. Let me touch you, feel you, taste you. And follow my instructions as you touch yourself to bring you pleasure you have never known. Are you ready? Should I begin?'

'Yes.' She couldn't have been more ready.

'You must be cold, miko. Bring your hands to your breasts to warm them. Squeeze them. Feel the hard pucker of your nipples. They are so perfect. I want to take them in my mouth and suckle on them, roll my tongue around them, bite down with my fangs until you cry out to me. You know what to do, don't you. With your fingers, pinch yourself hard and imagine you can feel my mouth pulling against your breasts, my teeth tugging so greedily against such delicate and sensitive peaks.'

"Oh Kami," she panted breathlessly. What was he doing to her? How did he know exactly what to say? How could she feel everything he told her as though it were happening?

'But it's just not enough, is it, miko? You need more. So let your hands move away from your breasts, sliding down the planes of your stomach. Caress yourself; as it is my hands moving over your skin, feeling your curves, knowing them only by touch. You are so hot, your skin flushed with your rushing blood. Moan for me, miko, as my hands move lower, making you shiver in delight because you know what is coming.'

Yes, she knew. Oh, she knew. "Mmmm..." She couldn't form words, could scarcely even breathe.

'Slide your hand under the waistline of your shorts, but don't invade your panties just yet. No, let your fingers explore the fabric covering you, let the barrier tease you as you feel yourself. Can you feel it, miko? Are you hot? Are you wet? Tell me. Let me know that I have brought you pleasure.'

A tiny whimper of loss left her lips as she read his words. He would make her stop now to answer? It was so hard to stop herself, to pull away from the heat, the friction, the pressure against her aching, throbbing, needy core. Oh, why did he have to stop?

But no more words appeared on the screen, and she knew that no more would until she answered him.

'I can feel it,' she replied, though her fingers shook as she moved them over the keys. 'My panties are soaked. I'm so wet. So hot. I'm swollen, tender. I want more. I want to press my fingers into that heat, release the pressure, have something to hold within me.'

'And you shall, miko. But be patient, for I am not done with you yet. Are you ready for more? Are you ready to let me taste you, to let my tongue move against your swollen lips and my mouth clamp down over your perfect clit?'

'Yes. '

'Then stand up, and pull your shorts down over your hips. Do it slowly, feel the brush of my hands against your skin. I want to touch you, to caress those long, slender legs. So long I've wanted to touch you, to bring you pleasure in this way. I can feel you shake with anticipation, feel the tremors racing across your skin in response to my touch. It is my pride and pleasure to know I can do this to you. It makes me want you all the more. Now your underwear. Take them off. Step out of them and stand before me in all your naked glory. You are so beautiful. So perfect. Hungrily, I take in the sight of you. My eyes devour your image, burning it into my memory. Can you see me? Can you?'

What she saw was golden eyes lit from within by crimson fires. She saw his hunger, his lust; and she knew it was for her. 'Yes. I can see you.'

'I want you, miko. I have waited for you for far too long. Let me taste you. Sit back down. Spread your legs to invite me in.'

Her legs felt weak as she lowered herself back down to her chair. She was shaking, her breathing erratic, her heart pounding in her chest. But still, she followed his directions, leaning back and spreading her legs wide as though she were waiting for him to settle down between them.

'Are you ready?'

'Yes.'

'Cup your hand around your sex. Press firmly against it, but do not let your fingers slide past your lips. Feel the pressure and the heat, and know that it is my mouth you feel against you. You are so wet. Your juices coat my lips and I am purring with pleasure. I want to taste you. I slip my tongue deep into your folds, pulling back slowly, saving every moment of your divinity. Can you feel it? Have you slipped a finger into your slick folds, pretending that it is me, that you can feel my tongue pressing into you? Answer...'

Using only her free hand, unwilling to take away from her own pleasure, she replied, 'Yes. Oh, yes, I feel it.'

'Do you want more?'

'Yes.'

'Tell me what you want.'

'I want...' She stopped typing, a long moan spilling from her lips as she rubbed against herself again. Wetting her lips against the dryness there, she forced herself to focus again. 'I want you to lick my clit, make it bud as your tongue moves over it. I want to cum into your mouth.'

'Mmmm...You are learning quickly, miko. I would love to eat you until you cum into my mouth, feeling your muscles quivering and contracting around my tongue as I thrust it into you to pull out every last drop. But it is our first time. We should cum together. Let me tease you with my mouth, but only enough to make you ready for my cock. I'm aching to fill you, to stretch you out to take my heavy girth. Will you allow me this? Can you hold out that long?'

'I will try.' And she would for him. 'But, ohhh, I'm so hot and so wet. I need more. Give me your mouth again. Let my fingers tease my clit as you tease me with your words.'

'Very well, miko. Your wish is my command. Wet your fingers in your mouth. Roll your tongue around them, between them. Suck on them, like you will soon be sucking on my hard cock. Close your eyes and imagine it, for soon it will be your words teasing me as I touch myself to feel you.'

She could taste herself on her fingers, salty sweet and oh so tempting, letting her know of her desire and of her need. She did as she was told, closing her eyes to imagine she wasn't holding her fingers in her mouth, but his heavy cock. Her tongue lulled lazily around her fingers, brushing them with soft strokes, imagining she could hear his breath hitch every time she stopped to suck back the moisture and pull him deeper into her heat.

He wouldn't moan or groan. No, not him. He was far too controlled, far too restrained. But she could make him pant for more as his breaths came in short and hastily. She could feel the quiver of his muscles as they strained to hold back from thrusting against her hot mouth. And she could taste him, know that forbidden spice that was his and his alone.

'That is enough, miko. You will have your turn soon enough. For now, I will taste you again. Bring your hand down, let your fingers, slick with moisture, rub against your swollen clit. Soft at first, feel the tender way I would move my tongue against you. Talk to me, miko. Let me hear your voice. Let me know of your pleasure.'

'I...can't...' She could barely see the keys through the haze in her vision. And she couldn't take her fingers away from their oft brushing against her swollen clit. '...Ahhh...it feels too good to stop...'

'Don't stop, for I have not. It is still my tongue you feel flicking over your swollen bud. It is still my mouth that gives you your pleasure. But I want to hear you pant and moan. I want to know your pleasure as my pace quickens, as my soft strokes become harder, more determined, as I show you only a fraction of my hunger for you as I eat your hot pussy.'

'Mmmm...yes...do it harder...ohhhh...I can feel you...so hot....so good...'

'Can you feel yourself growing closer? Can you feel the tightening in you belly that tells you you will cum soon? Can you feel yourself swelling and throbbing with need to have me fill you?'

'Yes...so close now...just a little more...oh please...give it me...'

'No.'

Her pleasure was shattered, the fire flowing in her veins brushed by ice, and her body whimpering in distress as she read that one single word.

'No?'

'I told you, miko. You shall not cum yet, not until you have given to me as I have given to you.'

Anger is a marvelous emotion; it clouds over any and all others to bring itself forefront. It was anger she felt as she typed her next words, anger over his teasing of her and having been denied.

'Maybe I should just leave you wanting. Maybe I'll turn off my computer right now and simply pleasure myself.'

'Do that, and you shall never know the feeling of having me enter you, never know the pleasure only I can give you. Your fantasy will be incomplete. You will never have him as I could give him to you. You would deny yourself more than you deny me. And you, miko, will have broken your promise to me.'

With a long groan, Kagome pulled her legs up and hugged them to her chest. She was shaking with the cold left to her after having been denied the heat of passion, but she could feel only her own humility. She had done this, had let him do this to her. And she...She had promised him the same. She had told him she would give him pleasure, because he...because he had given her a feeling so incredible it had no words.

And she could not deny that she wanted more. She could not deny that she wanted to know the things he made her feel, the things only he had ever made her feel.

She bit her lip to stop its trembling, and, though still reluctant, she reached out for the keys. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.'

'I know, miko. It is in your nature to be obstinate. I could forgive you for it, but I would much prefer you convince me that I should.'

'I...I don't know how.'

'I think you do. But I will help you to get started. I am naked, bare to your touch. You can see me, see my hand stroking against my hard cock, knowing that it is because I want you. Doesn't that make you want to touch me? Don't you want to place your hands on my skin, feel the hardness of my muscles; and then, as you grow bolder, slip your fingers around my aching shaft, squeezing and pulling to make me groan in pleasure?'

'No.' If she was going to do this, then she would have it done right. 'Don't groan. He wouldn't; not until he was almost at his peak, and then he would howl out his pleasure because even he hasn't the strength to contain it.'

'You would have me howl? Am I to be some sort of animal for your pleasure, miko?'

'No.' Not an animal. 'A youkai.'

'You would give yourself to a youkai, miko?'

In her fantasy... 'I would give myself to him.'

'Then I am he, miko. I am your youkai lover. What is it you would do to me?'

'I can see your desire for me in your eyes, and it is they I look to as I kneel before you. My hands reach out to touch your chest, to feel the sculpted muscles I have only dreamt about. The rise and fall of your chest beneath my fingers causes your muscles to flex, and I tremble with exhilaration. So strong. So perfect. And yet, now you are mine.'

'Yes. I am yours, miko. Give me more of your sweet touch. Let me feel your hands on my cock.'

Kagome smirked as she read his response. No, if he would make her beg for it, then she would have him begging for her as well. 'You're so hard, aren't you? You want me so bad that your hand is all that can relieve the pressure as you move it along your hardened length. You bite your lip to keep the sound of your need from escaping you. I see it, and I understand. But still I would deny you, and still I would touch your skin, setting it on fire as you have done to me. Can you feel it?' She asked the same question he had asked her. 'Can you feel me touching you?'

'Yes, my sweet miko, my temptress, my seductress. I can feel you.'

Her eyes gleamed as they caught the light from the monitor, and she bit her lip to keep the wicked smile from spreading on her lips and the sound of satisfaction from leaving her. The heat that coursed through her veins was inescapable, and yet she found she could tame its wild rush with the knowledge that now he was the one that was weak to her touch, and he the one yearning for the pleasure only she could give.

'I slip my hands up, over your shoulders to run down the full length of your arms, feeling your strength that will soon hold me to you. I take care as I trace along the markings of your heritage, knowing them as a symbol of danger, but never once feeling the fear they should provoke. I can feel the tight clenching of your muscles as your hand works steadily to pull against your aching need. With my touch, your pulls have only grown stronger, your need only grown. But it still isn't enough, is it?'

'No. It's never enough. Give me more. Touch me, miko. Let me feel you.'

'My hands wrap around yours, holding your hand as you hold your cock, moving with you as you pump up and down against your shaft. You show me the rhythm; guide my hands to squeeze you where you want it, where it feels the best. But I can feel your hardness, feel your pulsing heat beneath my hands; and I know how much pleasure you receive from my touch. I grow bolder. I push your hand away so that mine can take over. I keep your rhythm: hard, firm, because you would want nothing less. But still, it isn't enough, is it? You want more.'

'Yes. I want more. Give it to me, miko.'

'Tell me what you want.'

'I want you to kiss and lick me. I want to feel your hot mouth wrapping around my cock. I want you to suck me.'

'I am timid, uncertain. I have never this before.'

'It only makes it better, miko. Take me in your mouth.'

'I want to taste you first, know your hot spice. My tongue slides over the tip of your arousal, a long, sinful drawl that makes you shudder. But you would not make a sound, so I would make you. I take you into my mouth, let you feel only a fraction of the heat I could give you. My tongue moves against you slowly, rolling seductively as I begin to draw against you.'

'You have me at your mercy. Of their own accord, my hips thrust upwards to feel more of your decedent heat. Take me deeper, miko. Let me have more.'

'My hand slides down your shaft, pushing your hips to settle back. I am in control now. Submit to me.'

'To you, my miko. Only to you.'

'Then feel the heat of my mouth wrapping around you, sliding down to take more of you into me, to give you more pleasure. I draw against you as I pull back, sucking hard to make you shudder. Now you would groan for me, letting me know of your desire as your head fills with the pressure and the heat. I hear you, my lover, and I give you what you want. I take you deeply again, giving you the heat that has driven you to this, that has made you so weak under my touch.'

'You are too good, miko. Far too good. Even better than my fantasies. You have me so hot, so hard, so close. I need you now. I can't wait any longer. Give yourself to me. Let me take you. Let me fill you and make you feel what you have done to me. Let me take you with my hard cock and pump myself into you until we both reach our peaks.'

This was it, the big finish. And oh, she was so hot for it, aching with need, pulsing with desire. She wanted him, needed him.

'Take me. Fill me. Let me have you.'

'Lie back. Look up and see me, as I see you beneath me. Feel my weight settling down on top of you, the heat of my body pressing against yours. Can you feel me?'

'Yes. You are with me, and I am with you.'

'Take your hand and place it over your sex. Probe your fingers against your swollen lips. Do it, and feel not your touch, but the hard pressing of my cock as I set it against you, feeling your slick heat for the first time. You ache for me, I can tell. You lift your hips to invite me in. But I must take care. For you, my little miko, I must take care. Slowly, oh, so slowly, I press forwards, slipping inch by inch into your dripping core.'

'Mmmm...yes...I can feel you in me. I fight to hold you there, my muscles clamping down around you as they quiver in delight.'

'So hot. So tight. It is so hard to stay still. I need to move. I need to feel more of you. I pull back, but only to press forwards again, to dive deeper into your sinful heat. You clamp down around me again, and it's hard to breathe. But I fight through it, break away from your hold, and I begin to move. My strength holds you still while I thrust into you. With a deep, steady rhythm I pump myself into you. Do you like it miko? Do you like the way I fuck you? Tell me...'

'Yes! Oh, yes I like it! But give me more. Go deeper, faster. Let yourself go. Give yourself over to your need. I can take it. For you, I can take it.'

'You are my goddess. You know my every need. I could never resist you. Take it then. Take my cock as I slam it into you, feel how hard I am as I slide against your trembling walls, how reckless with desire I can be as the beast is let loose. So close, miko. I'm so close.'

'Then pull back. Give me room to rub my fingers over my clit as you pound into my dripping core. Oh, I can feel you inside of me. I want to cum all over your hard cock and make you spill your release within me. '

'Oh fuck yes. Touch yourself to add to my pleasure. Cum all over my cock as I fill you with it. Cum for me, miko.'

'Ahhh...so...close...I can feel it coming...just a little more.'

'I can see you writhing beneath me. I hear your blood pounding through your veins, smell your climax on the heavy air. You are so tight around me. So tight as I pound into you. You want me. You need me. You are mine. Say it!'

'I...am yours.'

'Always mine. My miko. Yes. Cum for me, with me.'

'Yes...I'm cumming...yes....ohhhh!'

'Say my name, bitch! Say it!'

It was so hard to focus, so hard to even breathe. She was so close, teetering just on the edge of an explosive release. But with shaky fingers, she managed to find the keys one last time, typing out the name of her secret lover. And as if giving him a name made it all that much more real, everything she felt became so much more. She could feel him with her, feel the brush of his powers against hers, know the two of them combined as one.

Her fingers worked against her centre, but it was not her touch she felt. It was him. He was with her, inside of her giving her pleasure, bringing her to her peak.

She threw her head back, muffling her scream of ecstasy as she was finally thrown over the edge.

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He closed his eyes. What name she wrote wouldn't matter, it never did. He would always hear her voice calling his name as she reached her peak, and it would be that which would send him over the edge and beyond. His sweet, beautiful miko; it was she who he would have touching him, she he would feel as he entered her, she who held every part of his fantasies.

And when she came for him, her slick passage made so hot by her release as it washed over his aching cock; that was when he would finally find his.

His head fell back, a strangled snarl ripping from his lips as he felt himself explode with rapture. And still he kept pumping his hand against his shaft, milking every drop of his release from his spent cock. A long, low groan left him as he felt the hot, sticky liquid spreading over his skin; and he would imagine it being spread over hers, seeing her covered in the evidence of his passion and his pleasure.

His strokes had slowed, his grip becoming lax as he came down from his high. It was incredible. She had been exquisite, giving him a release of such power that he could hardly remember the last time he had felt such satisfaction.

A barely visible smirk lifted on his lips. He knew she had enjoyed it. They always did. But maybe he would actually invite this one back, give her pleasure again so that she might do the same for him.

With his decision made, he slowly straightened himself, wiping his hands against the blankets of his bed before he reached for his laptop again.

His fingers had just settled over the keys to begin to type, but he found he could not. He was frozen in place, even his sharp mind unable to process what he was seeing. It was impossible, and yet, it was right there in front of him.

Written in black upon the white backdrop of the screen, it might as well have been written in blood. Because the name he saw, the name of the one who she had fantasized would bring her such pleasure, was his own.

'Sesshomaru...'

His eyes wide in shocked disbelief, he tried to find the answer of how she would know a name of a creature that had died hundreds of years ago. He tried to rationalize it, tried to tell himself it wasn't so; but for all his efforts, it was her words that kept coming back to him..

'Youkai can regenerate lost limbs. I've seen one do it. Reincarnation isn't all it's cracked up to be. You don't want me. You want her. I once knew an assassin. A youkai. Don't groan. He wouldn't. I trace along the markings of your heritage, knowing them as a symbol of danger, but never once feeling the fear they should provoke. Sesshomaru...'

He hadn't realized his fingers had moved, hadn't known that the word he typed was one that he had forbidden; but it appeared before his eyes anyways.

'Kagome?'

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This story is my gift to BustedAss (seriously, bud, you need a better name). Were it not for his sad attempts at enticing me – and I do mean sad. The poor guy thought he could play with the big boys...err...Shadows :P – and his miserable failure, I would never have been able to use him as my muse to write this erotic tale. So, Busted, here's to you. And I hope you've learned a thing or two. If not...well...then maybe just copy and paste? Lol because, seriously, you need something to pick up your game!

Special thanks goes out to ChaosWingDragon for helping me with the daunting task of making all the proper formatting modifications needed to go with this piece. And, of course, I couldn't be the Hentai that I am without her everlasting support ;P You rock baby!

Lol, and since I just have to say this...I really did have a dream once where I was a starfish ;) It was one of those cartoon kinds that you see in the Care Bears XD I don't know why I thought to bring it up, but it's a fun Shadow fact for you all to chew on.

Lastly, I just needed to put this out there. If anyone followed my little instructions in this piece, I really would like to know. Leave an anonymous review (wouldn't want everyone knowing who you are...or maybe you do...) But I'm really curious to see if it works ;P What? Oh, come on! I know someone thought about doing it! Hell, I thought about doing it and I wrote the damn thing!

Right...anyways, I've got to wrap this up. I'm in serious need of a very stiff drink, a cold shower, then a bath in ice, and then, since that still probably won't be enough to cool the fire in my veins, I might rape the next guy I see just for fun XD

Later all. And happy fantasies!

Shadow