InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Makai ❯ Going Home ( Chapter 27 )

Chapter Twenty-Seven: Going Home

 

 

 

Sesshoumaru rose, Makai cradled in his arms and surveyed the group before him. Each person had tears running down their face. Inuyasha hugged Kagome to his form trying to comfort his mate as well as he could. Miroku knelt over a hunched Sango, whispering words of comfort to the distraught woman. Kouga held Ayame to him bridal style because of an injury as the female demon released great racking sobs. Sesshoumaru finally understood how much she had affected those around her. His mate had been a wonderful woman. Tears still tickling down his face, he turned to leave when a flash to his right stopped him.

 

Turning, he saw that damn necklace start to glow again. Floating up from the ground until it was eye level with everyone, a bright light burst forth. As it dimmed, the wispy form of a female came into view. She had waist length wavy hair. She wore an outfit much like the one Makai had fought in. She was also very beautiful. Smiling gently, she turned toward the demon lord.

 

“Sesshoumaru,” she trilled, laughter cloaking her every move. The obvious glee of the woman before him elicited a growl from the demon lord. How dare she be happy when he held his dead mate in his arms?

 

“What do you want,” he snarled.

 

“Now is that anyway to treat the woman who can give you the one thing you want most,” she admonished, feigning hurt pride. Her answer, though, piqued his interest. Gazing searchingly at the woman, he relaxed his stance slightly.

 

“That's better,” she laughed, “I am going to give you a gift, Sesshoumaru. I will restore this woman's life. Your confession has proved to me you deserve another chance.”

 

“Another chance for what,” he ground out. He wished she would just spit out what she meant.

 

“The chance to love her. You broke her heart, you know. Even after that, she was still willing to sacrifice her life to save yours because she loved you,” she said, a hint of the anger and sadness she felt for her sister in magic creeping through.

 

“You can really bring her back,” he asked, the hope he felt evident in his voice, though his face remained impassive.

 

“Yes I can. But listen carefully Sesshoumaru. If you continue to treat her as you did and deny your love for her, I will not bring her back should she ever perish in the future.”

 

“I swear I will try to cause her no more pain by denying my feelings. Please bring her back,” he pleaded. The woman stared at him a long time before nodding her head slightly. Smiling softly, she called forth the power that resided in the ancient relic Makai had possessed.

 

Makai was lifted from Sesshoumaru's arms, as if my invisible hands. Her hair once again blew with an invisible wind while she floated above the ground, still cradled bridal style, her body limp. The strings of light gently wrapped around her body, cloaking her in brightness. Then a beam of light entered her mouth, rushing through her body and spilling out of her pores. Her wound healed itself, making everyone gasp in disbelief. The beam of light pulsed, eliciting a great intake of breath from the once lifeless girl.

 

The woman gently dispersed into mist, a mischievous smile on her face. The necklace wrapped its chain once more around the sleeping woman's throat. Gently she floated back into her mate's arms, her head pillowed on his chest.

 

Sesshoumaru looked at the woman in his arms, hardly daring to believe she was breathing. Slowly, her eyes fluttered open, connecting with his amber ones. She brought a hand to her head, cradling it for a second before she took a cautious look around her. Seeing all of her friends staring at her, she brought her questioning eyes back to her mate.

 

“I thought I died.”

 

“You did,” he whispered, hugging the confused girl to him.

 

“I'm so sorry, Makai. Watching your life fade before my eyes, I never want to see that again,” he said raggedly, nuzzling her hair.

 

“I don't understand. If I was dead, than why am I alive now,” she said confused. The demon lord laughed, startling everyone. No one had heard him laugh before, not even her.

 

“I'll explain it to you sometime. Right now, I need to tell you something,” he said, his face suddenly growing serious. Makai stared at him with apprehension. Had he not wanted her to come back?

 

“I love you,” he said, causing her eyes to well with tears. Throwing her arms around his neck, she hugged him happily. Laughing, he pulled away from her to look at the rest of the group.

 

“You are welcome to stay in my castle as long as you want,” he stated in his usual emotionless voice. They each looked at one another before coming to a silent agreement.

 

“Actually, we would like to stay a little bit. We're all tired from the fight today,” Kagome said.

 

“Good because that's where I sent Kohaku,” Makai said, watching as Sango's face lit up. They all immediately headed west toward Sesshoumaru's lands. He sped ahead of the group with Makai, wanting to get her home, and in his bed as soon as possible.

 

When he finally arrived home, he carried Makai directly up to their room. Closing the door behind him, he carried her over to the bed before gently depositing her on it. He met her eyes, daring her to look away as he slowly stripped. Standing naked before her, painfully erect, he watched as she removed her own garments.

 

“I will try not to hurt you,” he said softly.

 

“Sesshoumaru, don't give me that shit. I like it when you're rough,” she said heatedly, earning a surprised stare from her mate.

 

“You want to know my favorite time with you, besides the first one? I liked those two days before the battle. Sometimes you were an animal, other times we worshipped each other. I like making love, but a good fuck to go with it is always nice,” she said with a sly grin.

 

“Well far be it for me to deny you what you want,” he smirked evilly. Crawling over her, he positioned himself at her entrance before burying himself inside her. He set a hard pace, releasing their pent up emotions in one heated moment. He supported himself on his elbows, watching the play of expressions on his mate's face as he continued to thrust into her. Feeling his release coming, he reached between their joined bodies, roughly massaging her clit, making her climax. Her walls clamped down around him, bringing his own release. Thrusting in to the hilt, he froze as his seed emptied inside her. Panting, he rolled to the side.

 

“Now that was great,” she gasped. Rising, she bent over to pick up something from the nightstand when he entered her again. Moaning, she braced herself against the table, as he held her hips firmly with his hands. Each thrust caused her feet to leave the ground for a second. Wrapping an arm around her waist, he picked her up and placed her on the bed, kneeling over her and never breaking his pace.

 

He leaned back slightly, bringing her up with him, sweeping her hair to the side. One hand held her hip as he continued to thrust into her while the other reached around under her arms to cup a firm breast in his hand. Leaning her over slightly for better leverage, he released her hip and turned her upper body to the side, claiming her mouth possessively. Feeling himself reaching his peak again, he sat her back on hip lap, both hands reaching around to cup her breasts, her walls clamping around him. Giving two more powerful thrusts, he fell to the side as he emptied himself into her. Pulling out, he cradled her sweaty body against his own, a smile lighting his features as they both fell asleep.

 

Sesshoumaru didn't let her out of their room for a week. They took breaks only to bathe and eat, too engrossed in exploring each others bodies, hearts, and minds. They would talk for hours about their lives, gradually becoming familiar with their mate. That was also the week that Makai became pregnant with their son. And that is how the two lovers fulfilled their destiny.