Forced Submission by ShadowsWeaver1

Forced Submission

Forced Submission

"SESSHOMARU!!!"

The shrill command had been shouted from across the battlefield, and with it, giving only the barest of warnings, came the sharp sound of a bowstring release. He had only an instant to pull back from his mark, only an instant before her arrow would have hit hers.

Throwing the bloodied hanyou ruthlessly to the ground that bore him more forgiveness than his claws ever would, he only just managed to dodge the arrow. It embedded itself in the ground at his feet, still surging with wave after wave of pulsing magic.

'That little bitch...'

Crimson fury burned just beneath the flashing gold of his eyes as he lifted them to where the young miko held her ground. Just away from where the skirmish between himself and his halfling disgrace of a brother was taking place, she had set her stance; hard and unyielding against him, she had already pulled another arrow from her quiver to direct it at his person. Her eyes were locked on to his, deep cobalt, her anger fueling her strength and never once allowing her to falter. And around her, thrown into a chaotic dance by the surging currents of her power, her dark hair danced in the moonlight, black ink lit with crystal light.

By the Gods, she was a vision; and oh how he hated her for it.

"Stay out of this, Kagome!" The hanyou struggled with his words as he struggled equally to raise himself from the ground.

But the miko paid him no heed, her eyes never breaking away from his own, and he knew why. She had become too powerful. Not even the hanyou could outmatch her now. She knew it, and she was counting on him knowing it as well.

"You've proven your point, Sesshomaru," her voice called out to him again. "But enough is enough!"

Who was she to be giving him orders? Who was she to determine how he showed his own wretched brother his place?

"I said stay out of this, Kagome!!" Again the hanyou spoke, but again his words were unheeded.

The answers were in her eyes, in that steady confidence, the unwavering determination. She knew very well what she was, what place she had in his family; and he hated her for it all the more.

He had no mate, no bitch standing at his side. And that meant, no matter how revolting the very idea, that the lowly, shameful, dirty, half-breed's woman was the closest thing his family had to an Alpha Bitch.

And she knew it. And she stood now, her resolve never wavering, her confidence complete, demanding that his display of dominance come to an end.

He could hear the hanyou preparing himself for another attack, but his decision had already been made. He streaked by the boy in a flash of demon speed, his course set directly towards the miko bitch that dared interfere in his battles.

Yes, the time had come for her to be shown her true place. The time had come for her to submit.

Before her lesser reflexes could even register his movement enough to allow her to release the tension in her bowstring, he had her in his claws. She would have screamed had he not been pressing so powerfully against her vocal cords, but even still she struggled against him. She would never have to power to release his grip. She knew it, as he did. But still she struggled, still she refused to submit.

But he would make her.

The scent of her fear overpowered all others, a thick, rich flavor that only made it that much more gratifying. It would be his pleasure to see this bitch break, to have her stubborn will bent and molded by the strength of his own. His anticipation for it was dangerous, and he let her know this by the wicked smirk that lifted on his lips, the only thing she saw before her tightened his grip on her and took to the skies.

"You won't get away with this."

Her words were nothing more than a whisper, her throat still held so precariously by his claws. Her struggles had ceased, knowing how useless they were and how dangerous it would become for her should he release his grip now that they were far beyond the relative safety of the ground. He could feel the tight hold she had taken over his wrist, and he knew it to be her distrust of him to hold her steady.

It was almost laughable. 'Foolish miko. You think I would let you fall now? I have not even begun showing you your place.'

He didn't give a reply. She wasn't worthy of one anyways. Besides, she was wrong. There was nothing he couldn't get away with if he wanted it bad enough; and at the moment, there was nothing he wanted more than having her submit to his will.

Far enough, he decided. The hanyou would need some time to reach her from this distance, not like it would matter. He would have what he wanted from her, and there was nothing that could stop him.

Touching down in a small sheltering of trees, he finally gave the miko a reprieve from the chocking hold he had placed her in when he threw her roughly to the ground. She sprawled carelessly, chocking and sputtering to regain her lost breath.

How pathetic. Such a weak creature she was. How dare she ever think herself worthy to stand against one such as himself?

Never again. No, this bitch would be shown her place. She would know how weak she was against him, and she would never stand in his way again.

Without waiting for her to completely recover herself, he reached down, taking hold of her shoulder and spinning her harshly to her back. Her fight was immediate, her arms and legs thrashing wildly to try and break away from him. But he would not let her escape. He trapped her body beneath his, using his weight and size to subdue her struggles.

The wild beat of her heart as adrenaline began pumping through her veins to give her new strength and new fight was a melody all its own. Her scent spiked, fear being taken over by sheer terror; and he reveled in it. A low growl broke from his chest, sending a pulsing shiver of dread surging through her tiny frame. He felt it, and was exhilarated by it. This was her place, shaking in fear beneath him, knowing how helpless she was against his strength.

She cried out when his hands took hold of hers and pinned them against the ground at her head, the sound only another measure of her will, her refusal to be put down. But soon he would have her voice calling for him, and it would be then she knew that she had never been in control.

Salt marred the air, making its taste bitter against the sweet flavor of her. He pulled one hand back, catching her chin and forcefully stilling her thrashing to make her look at him, to let him see her tears. They sparkled against the sapphire of her eyes, flowing in hot paths along her cheeks flushed by her rushing blood. She looked at him as the prey does the hunter, eyes wide and filled with the knowledge of their fate.

She knew. But still he could see her defiance, feel the way her powers were spiking, trying to surface to be brought to her aid.

It would end now.

"I will not lower myself to rut a worthless ningen wench," he told her with the supremacy only one in his position could ever attain. "But I will have your submission." His hand tightened against her face, his razor claws pinching dangerously against her fragile mortal flesh. Leaning in to her, so close that they were only held separate by an invisible layer of breath, he gave her his order. "Scream my name, bitch."

And still she would be bold, still she would defy him. "Fuck you, Sesshomaru," she spit out venomously.

His eyes gleamed, wicked golden lights cutting through the shadows of the night. 'All the better then, bitch. It will be my pleasure to make you.'

Shifting sharply above her, he ripped his claws down her front, shredding away her meager coverings. She cried out in start, her struggles renewed to find herself so exposed and so vulnerable under his power. But he held her firm; his left hand holding both of hers pined to the ground as he shifted again, driving his right knee between her thighs and forcing them to part.

She screamed at him to stop, her voice tight and panicked, and she finally found the leverage to lift her legs, kicking futilely against his iron hold. But her movements had only opened her further to his demands, and he didn't waste a moment.

Releasing her hands so abruptly she would hardly have recognized her freedom, he brought both of his hands to her hips, lifting them roughly to drag her hot centre to his mouth. With no regard for her continued struggles, he forced his tongue deep within her, twisting and lapping it against her delicate inner walls. For every attempt she made to pull away, he would only drive deeper, his hold on her becoming more and more complete.

Her panicked breaths had become even more strained, her chest heaving as she fought for the strength to force her body to move. But she was fighting a loosing battle. Her body was already reacting, submitting to his will. He could feel the tight clenching of her inner muscles, taste the molten sweetness that flowed over his tongue as he thrust deeper to demand more.

Her screams were dying away with her struggles, being replaced by soft whimpers and whines; and he knew that she understood. Her struggles were useless. She couldn't fight back when her own body would betray her. She was weak to what he would do to her. She was helpless, her fate in his hands.

But he would have more. He would have her subdued. He would have her know how little control she truly had.

He would have her scream for him.

Hungry for it, he devoured her, giving her no reprieve from the pressure, the heat, and the endless vibrations that pushed past his lips into her velvet passage. And still she fought; tensing, clenching, pouring everything she had into denying sensation.

She would fail. His will would overcome.

With one last hard draw against her, her will was shattered along with the stillness of the night as her voice rose up to scream out her release.

Her body shook against him as he plundered her ruthlessly for every last drop. And finally, finally, she went limp in his hold; her submission complete as she whimpered her soft pleas, knowing she had lost.

A snarl tore from his lips as he ripped himself away from her. He could still taste her essence, and it was revolting.

But it didn't matter, because this was what he wanted, seeing her in her place, the way she scrambled back from him, shaking with fear, not meeting his eyes. Subdued, her fight gone from her, her defiance and willful displays finally brought to their end; she finally knew her place.

Satisfied, he turned, leaving her there with her shame and her weakness. But even as he went, her scent lingered, playing in his senses, calling to his most carnal urges. It disgusted him to know that he would become aroused by a filthy ningen whore, and he forced himself back, forced the beast's urges back behind their restraints as he cooled his blood by expending more power, gaining more speed.

It was finished.

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Three days had passed, and still the fool hanyou had yet to challenge him. He had been expecting the fight, looking forward to it even; knowing that she would be there, that he would be able to scent her fear, and watch as she stood helplessly by as her beloved hanyou fell under his claws.

But three days had passed, and still the hanyou had not come. Was the whelp such a waste of flesh that he hadn't even the courage to stand for his bitch's honor? Or was it that he finally realized that he stood no chance of defeating his Alpha? Perhaps. Unlikely, but possible. The wretched half-breed never did what he was supposed to anyways.

Then again, neither did she...

Curiosity and morbid fascination was what found him hunting for the small group that followed his mongrel brother and his miko bitch. He caught the foul stench of the halfling easily, following it to within close range of the camp they had set up for the night. Still winds and long shadows kept him from detection as he cloaked himself in the night's embrace to stalk his prey.

He could hear their voices rising up on the still air as they talked in hushed tones around the campfire. Their scents, though masked somewhat by the smoke, he could detect as well. All of them, all except hers.

"Sesshomaru..."

It was a whisper upon the breeze, something so soft and gentle that only his ears would ever detect it. And he knew without a doubt that it was her voice calling to him. She was not with her companions. She was somewhere else, close, but far enough that even her hanyou could not hear her voice should she call out to him.

Why? Why would she be calling for him? Why would she leave herself exposed and vulnerable again? How had she even detected him in the first place?

Determined to find answers to his questions, he turned, following the sound of her voice. Her scent still eluded him, but as he moved closer to where she was waiting, he understood why.

Mist clung to the heavy air, thick and hot from the spring waters.

Another sound broke through the stillness, a soft moan thick with desire; and he knew it to be her. She was there, somewhere within the concealing fog.

He found himself hesitant to move closer. Something disturbed him about this whole situation. Instinct warned him of a present danger. But he refused to heed those warnings, refused to be intimidated by a lowly mortal priestess. He moved forward, stalking into the mist in search of his prey.

A tiny whimper of need reached his ears, and he found that with every step he took it was becoming harder and harder to repress his urges. He knew what caused her to make such sounds, had drawn them from her himself. And the thought of another doing the same made his blood boil with fury.

"Sesshomaru..."

Hearing his name again flow from her lips, and he found it hard to focus on the path ahead. He could smell her now, her arousal hanging so heavily on the blanket of moisture clinging to the air. She was alone, and she called his name as though she were begging him to come to her, to give her what only he ever could.

The mist blocking his vision finally cleared, and she was revealed to him. There, lying on the rocks surrounding the spring, she was laid bare before him. Her legs were spread wide, open and inviting, spreading the full flavor of her scent from her core as her fingers worked against those tender lips to draw out more moans and sighs.

"Please..."

Her tiny whimper came just before she pressed hard into herself with two full fingers, stretching her slick passage open until she was moaning in ecstasy.

He just barely managed to contain the low growl of lust that wanted to break out of him. She didn't know he was there. She couldn't. She was doing this to pleasure herself, giving her fantasies his name and his face.

It was disgusting. No mortal wench would ever find pleasure in him. Especially not her.

No. He would show her what it meant to be savaged by the beast he was. She would never again find pleasure in such depraved fantasies, such repulsive acts.

Driven by his anger, compelled by his need to have the filthy whore's voice ripped by anguish instead of softened by pleasure, he hastily rid himself of his armor and clothing. She would have no one to blame but for herself when she got exactly what she was asking for.

Making quick work of the task, he set his sights back to his prey.

In the time it took him to realize that she was no longer there, she had already gained the advantage. The sharp release of her bowstring cracked through the heavy air, but he could not determine its direction, or its mark.

He should have known.

The impact hit him hard in the left shoulder, the searing burn of pure energies forcing him back. Then again, this time finding its mark to lame his right leg under the effects of her sealing spell. A furious roar left him when the third impact hit and he felt his right shoulder go numb as it was pinned against the surface of one of the mighty trees giving shelter to the little spring. But still she wasn't done. The fourth she would have hit his left arm, already numbed from her first attack, now it was useless as it too was pinned to the tree at his back.

"Enjoy the show, Sesshomaru?" She lifted her voice, tight with distain, above the ripping snarls he was releasing. Stepping free from the concealing mists, heedless of her still naked form, she met the savage crimson burning in his eyes with her hard stare. "I put it on just for you, you know." Pausing, she let her eyes scan over his body, the darkened blues glinting with satisfaction to see how exposed he had left himself. Her lips were twisted into a foul, mocking grin when she finally met his eyes again. "It sure looks like you were enjoying it. Would you care for an encore?"

He wouldn't deign her with an answer, would lower himself to play along in her game. She thought to trap him, thought she could gain the upper hand. But she was wrong. She would loose her nerve, falter in her conviction, give him just an inch too much; and then he would make her pay for this outrage.

"Oh, wait, I forget myself. I have no need for your participation, or your consent. After all, it is now you at my mercy isn't it?"

She stepped closer, and he growled lowly in warning. Just one wrong move, just one wrong step; and her life would be his. His arms were useless under the weight of her sealing spells, his right leg lost as well; but he didn't need arms or legs to take that bitch's throat in his fangs and bleed the life out of her wretched mortal flesh.

She was tapping an arrow against the palm of her hand, letting him see it, letting him know what more she was capable of as she gradually charged it with more and more energy. "Do you know how quickly a sacred arrow tears through youkai flesh?" she asked as she stepped closer again.

When his answer was lacking, she only smirked deviously. Taking a firm hold of the shaft of the arrow, she lifted it to point directly at his heart. His eyes narrowed in challenge. He knew she didn't have it in her. She was no killer.

But the smirk never fell from her lips, and he knew instantly his error.

She had been distracting him, letting him think she was making idle threats just to keep his from realizing her true directive. While her right hand held the arrow tip above his heart, her left had reached down to wrap firmly around the length of his rigid cock.

She squeezed him even harder when he snarled at her touch, adding a strong pull just for emphasis as she spoke again. "I wouldn't do anything brash if I were you. Purification tends to leave permanent scars. No growing it back this time, Sesshomaru."

She pulled against him again, making sure to allow the faintest traces of her powers to collect in the palm of her hand as she ran it the full length of his shaft.

He clenched his jaw tightly, his fangs biting down hard on each other to keep him from giving anything away. Just an inch. He just needed an inch to lean forwards and catch her throat. She would be dead before she knew what happened, let alone manage to make good on any kind of threat.

But she held her distance, never giving him the room he needed.

The fury in her eyes would have only been matched by his own when she narrowed them and spoke on last time.

"Scream for me."

Before he knew what she had done, she dropped down to her knees, leaning in to him and taking his heavy girth into her hot mouth. She drew against him hard, following every pass with a long pull with her hand.

'Fucking bitch...!' He slammed his head back against the tree, trying to break through the haze of lustful fever that threatened to take over his restraints. He forced himself to think of something else, anything else other than her hot mouth, those sinful pulls against his straining cock, and the pulsing need that was growing with every draw against him.

He tasted blood in his mouth, drawn by his own fangs as he bit his lips to keep his voice still. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of thinking even for an instant she could bring him pleasure.

But for all his efforts, his body betrayed him; his hips thrusting against her inviting heat of their own accord even as he strained to hold them still. He could feel the painful swell of his cock, knew it with every straining pulse, and ten times he knew it with every hard pull from her hand and deep intake from her mouth.

'No!' He wouldn't let himself go, refused to let her win like this He could hold it back. He could deny himself as he had so many times before. It was no different from some faceless rut that he wouldn't see heavy with his pups. He could hold it back.

But she had been expecting it. He was on the edge, but he could have held himself back. He could have, if she had not forced him beyond his restraints, beyond the reigns of his control.

Her free hand moved up to rake along the planes of his chest and stomach, her blunted human nails still tearing through his flesh as though it were nothing as she charged every touch and every motion with levels of sacred energy. And then, when she had had her fill of spilling his blood, she shifted, bringing her hand down to cup around his sac and squeezing it painfully, pouring more of her sharp currents of power to flow into him, pushing him beyond any boundaries he thought he possessed.

His control was broken, his restraint gone; and the beast howled out in pleasure as he exploded into her hot, inviting mouth.

And still she would pull against him, milking from his spent cock every last drop, feeling the way he sagged back in mindless euphoria. It was only when he was brought back to himself, where rationality found room to take over the haze that had clouded his mind and body, that she finally pulled back.

She stood before him, her eyes still dark with anger, and he could see the way her jaw worked to pull forward the offering that she had drawn from him against his will. Her lip lifted in a sneer of disgust before she spit it out at him, forcing him to feel the sting of his own poison as it entered the long gouges she had placed on his chest and stomach.

"I wouldn't lower myself to fuck you into submission." Her words were spit out with just as much distain.

And then she turned, leaving him there, bound and subdued under her will.

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"And where the fuck were you?"

Shrugging her shoulders passively at the hanyou boy, Kagome replied, "I had some things to take care of."

"What kind of things?" Inuyasha asked speculatively. He had tried scenting the girl to find out where she'd been, but all he got for the effort was a nose-full of her potent 'perfume' and mint-spiked 'toothpaste'.

"The kind that are none of your business," she replied with a finality in her tone that told him one more question and he'd be eating dirt for a midnight snack.

"Keh," he huffed, playing off his concern with annoyance. "Whatever. Like I give a flying fuck what you do, you..."

Stopping mid-insult, Inuyasha tensed as he scented the air. A low growl broke from his throat, and he spun round, taking a leaping step to place himself protectively in front of his group's camp. He drew Tetsusaiga, willing it to transform to its massive size and its full power as he waited.

"Inuyasha?" The slayer's voice called out to him as she too brought herself to arms. "What is it?"

The hanyou didn't look back to give his reply. In a low voice broken by an even lower growl, he answered, "Sesshomaru."

The group of friends watched as the Inu Lord walked forward to meet them, but all, all except one, were shocked to see that he stopped some distance back, making a show of releasing his sword from his sash and embedding it deeply in the earth before walking forward again.

"Inuyasha," Kagome called softly from the hanyou's side. "You don't need that. He's not here to fight."

"Fuck off, bitch," he returned sharply. "And no getting in my way this time."

Sighing, Kagome shook her head at the boy's stupidity. Really, sometimes it was just too much. "Inuyasha," she whispered quietly, "Sit boy."

Much to his chagrin, Inuyasha was subjugated by the full force of Kagome's charm, forced to submit to a human bitch right in front of his brother's contemptuous gaze. But unknown to the hanyou, and to all others present with exception of one, Sesshomaru had already come to respect that bitch's order.

Kagome walked past Inuyasha's prone form to meet with the Inu Lord.

"Lady Kagome?"

She understood the monk's concern, but she waved him off. This did not involve them. But that he had come now, knowing that she was surrounded by her friends, the ones that would fight even him to the death for her sake; she knew could only mean one thing: he was calling for a truce.

He approached her slowly, as she did him; but not out of guarded concern. It was respect he showed her by allowing his movements to be clearly seen, and she would give him the same. When they met, she waited for him to make the next move.

Slowly, so slowly she could have pulled away should she choose to, he lifted his hand to come to rest against her shoulder.

She didn't flinch, didn't pull away, not even as he leaned in to her neck, showing her as he drew closer the sharp glint of his fangs.

It was hardly a scratch, but she could feel the burn of his poison seeping from his fangs into the delicate skin of her neck. Still, she didn't pull away. She embraced the burning, felt it in more than her flesh as her powers surged to fight against the heavy vibrations of his aura as it rose up around him.

When it was done, he brought his mouth level with her ear, telling her in a voice so soft that no other could hear, "No one shall ever question your place again."

Stepping back, his eyes found hers one last time before he turned and started away.

Her hand lifted to the side of her neck, her fingers trailing delicately along the curved marking her had burned into her skin. She understood what he had done, knew that she now bore a mark of his pack; and she couldn't help but smile.

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"Sesshomaru?"

Her voice made him pause. He looked back, not understanding her smile, and even less the brightness in her eyes.

Had he not bore enough humility for one day?

Of course, he should have known that she would never do what he expected her to do. It was not humility she would instill upon him, but a new hunger for the hunt, and the anticipation of a new conquest.

"Does this mean that next time we play for keeps?"

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