Kagome wakes up in a strange place and realizes she's been gifted to someone she never met before. How long will she be able to hold their interest lest she be discarded?

One: Cupid's Syringe

At first, Kagome thought she was watching television.

"Oh, Inuyasha, she's absolutely perfect!"

The couple were the kind of beautiful that would have made her stop and stare in real life, but they were right in their element on the screen. Silky, long, impossibly black hair cascaded down the woman's back, blending in with her satin black robe that seemed hastily tied, exposing a line of pale flesh that was alluringly indecent.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Kikyo. I love you."

The man had a wild and effortless sort of beauty which contrasted with his partner's elegant attractiveness. He was some kind of demon, which was made obvious by his unusual yellow eyes and sharp claws and animal ears. They began to kiss with the obvious intent of going further. When he tore the robe from the woman's body, she figured she was watching HBO or something. There was a pleasant tingling in her nether regions as she watched the man squeeze her breast and suck on her neck. Kikyo's mouth was open and she was panting, eyes half-lidded. They wandered over to the camera, and she looked directly into it, which Kagome thought to be very unprofessional.

"She's awake!"

All fun stopped when Inuyasha turned his eyes on the camera as well. He smirked and came closer.

"She still looks pretty fuckin' out of it."

"Inuyasha! Don't curse in front of my pet!"

The demon poked Kagome between the eyes and that was when she realized this situation was a whole lot more than what she thought it was. The couple were bickering about something and she wondered why her thoughts were so sluggish, her mind so foggy. What had happened? Was this a dream? But she wasn't supposed to be sleeping. She was supposed to be at practice.

Kikyo sat down next to her, completely nude and unselfconscious about it. How enviable. Her slim fingers ran up and down Kagome's inner thigh.

"Hello, sweet girl," she cooed. "Welcome home."

Kagome tried to tell her she needed to be at practice, but she couldn't. Something was in her mouth and she couldn't make words.

"You want me to take out the gag?"

Kikyo rolled her eyes. "It's not like anyone can hear her scream. Why do you even do that anymore?"

The demon scowled as he lifted her head up surprisingly gently and began to untie the cloth that was preventing her from speaking.

"Maybe I like the way they look with their panties stuffed in their mouth, okay?"

"You don't need to like the way my present looks."

"She is your pet, but just remember who went out and got it for you."

"Fine. You can play with her tonight, but that's it."

He snorted. "Who's gonna be the one taking care of her once you get bored? Me. I'll do whatever I fucking want with her whenever I fucking want."

"Inuyasha! Language!"

"Where am I?" Her voice was hoarse, but at least her mind was clearing.

Their attention turned to her in immediate unison.

Kikyo smiled almost maternally and went back to stroking her thigh. "You're home, remember? You're my new pet, my present. My husband knew I wanted to adopt again and so he surprised me, and I must say, you're the best one yet!"

This was hands down the weirdest dream she had ever had.

"Look at her, she's still fuckin' loopy. It's gonna take a fuckin' while for it to wear off."

"Now you're just doing it on purpose!"

Inuyasha smiled like he'd been caught. "Are you gonna unwrap her or should I?" The way his eyes traveled over Kagome made her shudder.

His wife waved him away. "I'll do it. I don't even want to know what she's going to look like after you're done with her the first time."

He began to undress, holding her eyes as he drew off his gloves. The way he was looking at her reminded her of something and she wished she had full control of her brain so she could figure out exactly what it was. The memory was right there, almost in reach, and if she had more strength she knew she could have grasped it.

Kikyo knelt between her thighs and stared at Kagome, her eyes traveling over her prone form as she touched herself, first with just a brush of her fingertips over her breasts, biting her lip. Eyes aglow, her self-play turned from teasing touches to plunging two fingers deep inside herself, sighing and whispering the name of her new pet and her husband at intervals as she rocked her hips with tiny, sensual movements. When she was turned on enough that the thrusts of her fingers were audible, she stopped.

Drawing her dripping fingers up the center of Kagome's stomach, she pulled a red ribbon bow off each of her breasts. How had those gotten there? Now that her nipples were free, she could see they were very hard, though the room didn't feel cold. There was a bigger bow over her mons, and that was taken away as well.

"Oh, Inuyasha. She's shining wet." There was a moan lurking in her tone. "Soaking. So hot."

Inuyasha laid down on the bed next to Kagome, propped up on an elbow and resting his head on his hand as his eyes roamed her now naked body.

"She should be. I had a vibrator on her clit the whole way over."

"She must taste fantastic."

"You tell me."

Leaning down, Kikyo brought her face to Kagome's most private area and licked her from top to bottom, flicking the tip of her tongue on her clit. The touch brought something out in her and she moaned aloud, shocked at the sound of her own voice. Well, it was a dream, wasn't it? No one could hear her. She might as well enjoy it.

"Like honey," Kikyo purred against her.

No sooner did she finish her words than she started back in on Kagome's snatch, her movements slow and languid. It was terribly arousing and her stomach was in coils. Never had she ever dreamed of being with another woman like this before. Was her subconscious trying to tell her something? Those thoughts were pushed away when Inuyasha took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, examining her face.

"She does kind of look like you."

"That's what we both like, isn't it?"

He continued to look at her, and soon the curiosity in his eyes changed into something darker, deeper. Their lips met, and he kissed her exactly the way Kikyo was eating her out, slow and seductive. Explorative. She moved to pull him closer, to run her fingers through his hair, to feel him before he slipped away with the rest of her dream. To her surprise, she was restrained and couldn't move more than an inch.

That was what finally triggered her memory.

She had been on her way to the university for volleyball practice. As a senior, she probably should have quit the team or something to concentrate on her finals, as her grandfather had suggested (or rather demanded). Maybe she was just exceptionally self-centered, but she felt like if she didn't show up to every single practice and play in every single game, the team just wouldn't work well. It wasn't like she was the best player or the most popular, but she did contribute. After all, she was the one who brought in the fans.

For the past couple weeks, her teammates had been teasing her even more than usual about her "stalkers". Kagome didn't think she was the most attractive girl on the team, but she did agree that there was something about her that just brought out the creeps. She was a freak magnet and she'd known since middle school. Her mother attributed it to her simply looking approachable. Kagome was pretty, but not in an intimidating way. She had friends, but not too many. She dressed well, but she was modest. Add on to that being a good listener and non-confrontational, and she was doomed. It wasn't a question of if but of when.

The latest addition to the group of older men and high school boys (because guys her age hardly even noticed her) was a particularly interesting one. An actual half-demon in their small town? So exotic, and she was suddenly exotic by association. The captain of the men's volleyball team had even begun to show interest in her, and she had a date with him on Saturday. Kagome was thrilled. She and her friends had been crushing on Hojo since freshman year. They'd met several times at parties, but he had never remembered her name until the stranger showed up.

The stranger was, well, strange. Kagome quickened her steps just thinking about him, the wind at her back suddenly feeling oppressive. Unlike the other guys who watched her games, he didn't sit in the front. He didn't bring a book or a newspaper or a friend, pretending to be there for some reason other than watching her. He didn't come up to her afterward with a bottle of water or a protein bar. He never congratulated her even when her team lost. No, he was different from the rest. No lies.

He just sat there in the back and stared.

His unusual golden eyes followed her every movement. He came early, sat down, leaned forward with elbows on his knees and chin resting on his fists, and he stared. It was so straightforward and obvious that it felt vulgar. The only thing keeping her from telling security was that he was handsome and it did seem to seriously raise her stock. Usually her "admirers" made her nervous, but he was the only one that made her nervous enough to be bad at the only sport she'd ever been kind of good at. The smirk on his face after she'd jumped for the ball and missed when it had been mere inches from her fingertips still made her blood boil. It was like he enjoyed seeing her frustrated and helpless.

Goosebumps rose all over her body and that was how she knew he was there. Turning around so quickly her hair whipped in the wind, she saw him a short distance behind her, leaning against a brand new BMW parked in a way that would have obstructed traffic had there been any traffic.

"Hey."

Kagome didn't know what to do. He'd never spoken to her before.

"Uh, hey."

"You're late for your game. Let me give you a ride."

She wanted to laugh. Seriously? "No thanks." She turned around and continued on her way. For some reason, she was disappointed. He was supposed to be better than that. Try harder. Do something. Not like the other—

Kagome didn't make it more than a few steps before she was violently yanked back. A scream automatically ripped from her, but no sooner did she open her mouth than it was stuffed with something, muffling the sound. Arms like iron bands were circled around her middle, preventing her from striking out with anything but her legs, but even when her kicks landed, they had no effect. The half-demon threw her into the backseat and leaned over her, breathing hard not with effort but anticipation. The light in his eyes made her go completely still, like prey before a predator.

His inhuman speed ensured she barely even realized he was tying her up with rope until she was completely subdued. "The cameras on this street have one blind spot and you just had to walk this way every single day. Lucky me."

She started to cry.

"Aw," he said with a smirk, wiping her tears away. "How cute. I fucking love it. Keep it up."

That only made her sobs turn to screams, which seemed to offend him.

"I am not in any kind of mood to deal with your bullshit. Try and stay on my good side, because Kikyo's going to throw you away by March and then you'll be all mine."

The fact that he said that while filling up a syringe with mystery liquid from a vial didn't really help. Again, she tried to get away from him, praying for a miracle. Wasn't she a shrine girl? Didn't that make the gods take a special interest in her? With an exaggerated sigh, he turned her over and plunged the needle straight into her ass. Kagome screamed and screamed even though it didn't really hurt. Panic and humiliation and dread combined and she needed to get away but she couldn't, she never could.

His hands caressed her ass and she thought she even felt him place a kiss and then a Band-Aid on top of where he'd punctured her skin. But she could have just been imagining things. Her brain was starting to feel a little fuzzy.

"I didn't just pick you for her. I picked you for me. Does that mean you're a bad gift? Gods, is she going to bitch to her dumbass friends that I got her a gift that I wanted instead of something she wanted? We'll just have to try and keep her from finding out, right?" His touches turned into something more than playful just as her eyes began to droop. "You won't tell, will you, pretty girl? So pretty... She doesn't deserve you. We're going to have to have some fun before I wrap you up."

And then she woke up here.

There was no time for her to think, only time for her to scream. She screamed and screamed and struggled as much as she could. The woman above her looked first concerned and then annoyed.

"Shut her up, Inuyasha! Holy hell, she's loud."

The half-demon was snickering as he stuffed her panties back in her mouth. "Looks like she remembered how she got here."

Kikyo rolled her eyes. "Make her how she was before."

"I don't know, it's kind of hot when she screams and tries to get away. She doesn't know where she is or who we are or—"

"She's mine," Kikyo hissed, and something in her face must have scared him into action, because his entire demeanor changed.

Taking Kagome's chin between forefinger and thumb once again, he growled in her face, making her go completely still.

"Listen up, bitch. You are not going to ruin my wife's romantic evening. I spent fucking months planning this so you are going to lay there and shut up and let her fuck you. Unless you'd rather take your chances with me in the basement."

Kagome shook her head frantically, trying to promise without words that she'd be good, she'd be an obedient pet.

He stared her down for a few seconds for good measure before continuing, "No one can hear you scream, anyway. You're nowhere near anyone but us. And the rest of the pets, of course, but they'd sooner tear you apart than help you. Are you ready to be good?"

She nodded, a whimper escaping her throat when his claws glinted in the firelight as he removed the gag. When she didn't immediately start screaming her head off again, Kikyo smiled and kissed her husband. Her hands began to wander and Inuyasha groaned when she brushed against his still-clothed cock, the bulge emphasized by the way the dim light fell on the satiny boxers he wore. The half-demon's eyes were closed and his face reflected how absolutely lost he was to his desire, but his fingers still found their way between Kagome's legs.

The jolt that ran through her at the contact had her more aware of what was going on with her body. Damn it all, but she was so sensitive. She could hear how wet she was. And having the gorgeous couple kiss each other in front of and on top of her wasn't helping her hold on to her control. When she was just about to come from the slow thrust of his fingers and the show they were putting on, they stopped playing with each other and with her. Inuyasha looked at her and licked his fingers up and down, sticking them in his mouth. His eyes told her it wasn't the first time he'd had a taste of her and that she better keep that to herself.

"Now tell Kikyo you're sorry. And that she's beautiful."

Kagome just gaped at them. Was this a joke?

"Inuyasha, I'm getting bored. Maybe we should just dope her up again while I open my other presents."

"I'm sorry!" She nearly screeched. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry for, uh, for everything. And you're very beautiful." Kagome looked to Inuyasha for approval without realizing what she was doing, her muscles relaxing only when he nodded.

The sly smile that twisted Kikyo's mouth made her shudder. "Such nice and pretty words from a nice and pretty mouth. I know another way to make me feel good." Moving until she was kneeling over her captive's face, she spread her lips apart using her first two fingers. Her swollen, red clit and the giant diamond of her wedding ring glistened. "Inuyasha said you were in college. Haven't you experimented before?"

Fighting down the nervous bile in her throat, she shook her head. Maybe she wouldn't want a pathetic virgin. Maybe neither of them would and she could convince them to—

Kikyo's face lit up and she slammed herself down on Kagome.

Sure, she'd seen videos before. Lots of them. Men and women, men and men, women and women, men and women and women, men and women and men. All of it. It wasn't like she didn't know, in theory, what to do. She'd kissed a few boys before, too. Wouldn't this be kind of like that?

Tentatively, she began to lick her, just a few quick swipes, trying out what she thought would feel good.

Kikyo laughed and ground down on her hard enough that she squeaked.

"Gods, you kind of suck at this."

"I don't think she's ever done it before. Or even had it done to her before today." Inuyasha crawled between her legs. "Just do what I do."

That first touch of his tongue to her pussy lips was the beginning of her insanity. Her hips jerked and her whole body shivered. This wasn't like when Kikyo had been tonguing her, this was something different. Something bestial. There was no possible way she could replicate the particular roughness of his demonic tongue and the rasp of his fangs, but she tried, nibbling the woman on top of her, sucking her clit as she flicked it with her tongue. After a while, Kikyo stopped grinding and just moved with her, moaning a little here and there.

"Oooh, Inuyasha, touch me," Kikyo said breathily.

Mouth still working on torturing Kagome, he reached up and pinched a nipple, hard, from the sounds of it. His wife's orgasm coincided with her shriek of pain and soon Kagome's face was entirely wet. Kikyo got off of her and knelt on the bed.

"Not too bad," she said, running her thumb over Kagome's swollen lower lip, collecting her own wetness. She forced her thumb in Kagome's mouth and the girl sucked on it, horny and scared. "Nothing earth-shattering, though. I think I'd prefer something more experienced next time, Inuyasha."

He didn't respond. His tongue was so deep inside Kagome, farther than even her fingers had ever reached. Every so often, he switched places with his fingers, so sometimes he'd be rubbing her clit and stabbing his tongue in her passage and other times tonguing her clit and fingering her tunnel.

"Inuyasha!" Kikyo yanked his ear hard and dragged him away from her and Kagome had never hated someone so much in her life. "She doesn't get to come when she was so bad. I'm going to take a shower." Her voice turned sultry. "Stick the bitch in the basement and come join me."

For a second, he looked torn, glancing at her with his mouth shining with her juices and then back at his naked wife's outstretched hand.

"We can play with her later, Inuyasha. Come on! It's Valentine's Day, and I am your wife, you know."

That seemed to decide things and suddenly she was free of her bonds. Still, her legs were too jellylike for her to make a run for it. Her male captor seemed to sense this and instead of even attempting to force her to walk caught her up in his arms and flung her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Kagome didn't know why she was offended that he didn't carry her in his arms so they could see one another's faces. It's not like that would have made any real difference in the situation.

Every step they took jostled her and made the yearning in her pussy that much worse. How was she supposed to go about asking for her kidnapper to get her off? It seemed like something he should just do himself without any input from her, just like the rest of this situation. It was all too much and she started to cry.

"Don't give me that shit," he groaned. "I'm already trying my best not to fuck you right here and that's making it so much more difficult to hold back."

She tried to quiet her sobs, not sure whether she really wanted to or not.

The basement was large and featured stacked rows of big cages, all of which were filled with a person. Human, demon, man, woman. The only thing they all had in common was their blank eyes and their silent stillness. When she heard the sound of him opening one of the cages, the panic hit her full force.

"No, no, please, I'll do anything!" she said, voice growing louder with each syllable. "I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, I'll get better, I'll be better, just please don't leave me down here!"

"Shut up and get some sleep while you can." He shoved her inside and slammed the cage shut, locking it.

She opened her mouth to scream but he hit the bars and made them rattle, shocking her into silence.

"Don't make noise. It'll disturb the other pets and they'll just take it out on you when you're all together in one of Kikyo's games."

And he left.

After that, she was too scared to get any sleep. It was cold and she was naked, anyway, so even if she had chosen to be here, it would have been impossible. The basement smelled like rot and bodily fluids and something she was fervently hoping was not death, all of it barely covered up by harsh chemical scents. The others didn't make a sound other than light breathing which only became audible after an indeterminate but very long time down there in the silence. No talking, no snoring, no coughing, no screams of terror. Nothing.

Afraid to make any noise, she cried softly, trying not to choke on her sobs. She was still the loudest thing the room had ever seen.

Hours later, he returned.

"Are you ready to be good?"

She nodded enthusiastically, still too scared to be at all verbal. Maybe that's what was wrong with the others, too.

"Crawl up the stairs then, good girl." It was freezing cold where her bare skin made contact with the uncarpeted floors. All that would have been fine, however, in comparison to the feeling of his gaze on her humiliating herself. It was like a physical touch and her skin crawled, flesh revolting in fear. "I think this might be my favorite view."

When they reached the top of the basement stairs, he walked in front of her, leading her to a room on the first story that could be nothing other than an office. It was old-fashioned and expensive, the kind of place she could easily picture Sherlock playing violin in. She wondered what kind of work he did, if any, since the house and all its contents were very, very nice. Maybe when it was time for him to go and Kikyo was otherwise occupied, she could escape. Sure, she didn't know where she was and she had no clothes and it was a pretty bad winter, but anything would be better than what this half-demon and his crazy wife had in store for her, of that she was sure.

"It's time for me to go to work." Her heart leapt at the news and she tried not to look too excited. He smirked. "Relax, I work from home. Lay down on the rug in front of the fire. Stretch out. Get comfortable. I want to look at you." Again, that intense gaze that made her feel sick inside. "Are you still all horned up from before? You could touch yourself if you want. I don't mind."

Kagome didn't know what she had done in this life or the last one to deserve this. Turning on her side to face the fire, she laid completely still until she heard him start typing. At least it was warm here. Not like down there…

It didn't feel like sleeping. Melting into the warmth like never before, she swore she was awake the entire time, listening to the crackle of the fire and his fingers moving over the keys. But it took a little while before she felt the tickle on her shoulder and when she turned onto her back and opened her eyes, she screamed at the sight.

Inuyasha was hovering over her on hands and knees. His stare was as intense as it had been back at her volleyball games. Silver hair brushed against her bare skin and she shivered in fear. What was he going to do to her?

The half-demon cut off her scream with a savage kiss, slamming her wrists down to the floor hard.

"I thought you promised to be good," he murmured, voice low and hoarse.

Remembering her situation, she nodded as best as she could in her position. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! it's just, you just, I was startled. I won't do it again, I swear, just please don't put me down in the basement. I'll do anything!"

He smiled, and it was somehow more unnerving than waking up to find him on top of her. "The rest of the pets like it down there. It's like a vacation for them."

"It scares me. It's like… It's like I'm alone even though I know I'm not. It's worse than being alone."

Blazing eyes studied her face for a moment. "Get up. We're going outside."

The sudden loss of his heat was shocking to her, even though she still had the warmth the fire provided. When she just continued to blink up at him in a daze, he grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her to her feet, pulling her behind him. At the moment, she was just grateful he wasn't making her crawl. That is, until he pulled her straight out the door and into the snow.

Kagome grabbed onto the doorframe and resisted leaving the porch. "But it's freezing out!" It didn't need saying that she was also naked and very much ill-equipped to handle such weather.

His eyes assessed her, lingering on the parts they had always lingered on. Half-smirk on his face warning her, he pushed her on both shoulders until she walked backwards and back through the door. Going to a hall closet, he turned his back to her and started rummaging through it. Briefly, she thought of ways to escape and get back home. But in the brief glimpse she had of the outdoors, there was nothing she recognized. In addition to that, there was just nothing. No other houses she could see, no paved roads. Just one gigantic yard the size of a stadium green with a forest of dark and threatening trees surrounding it. In addition to that, there was her lack of clothing, and the snow would serve as a blank canvas, making her easily visible to those that would pursue her, as well as possibly even kill her before she could get too far. Things weren't quite extreme enough for her to be that desperate, and so she waited.

"Here," he said, shoving a pair of men's snow boots at her as he shut the closet. When she continued to stare at him expectantly, he went on, "Well, put 'em on. The work out will keep the rest of you warm."

Just having those eyes on her made it so he didn't need to force her to stick her feet inside them and follow him outside. A blanket of white everywhere she looked. Gods, but she was cold. She had shoes now. Should she run? Inuyasha walked over to a slim metal pole she had not noticed before due to the glare. Grabbing something from the ground and shaking the snow off of it, he stretched it all the way across to the other pole.

Of all things, it was a volleyball court.

"Here." A ball came flying at her and she just barely managed to catch it with her hands rather than her face. "Serve."

And she did. Over and over again, she served the ball. He didn't play with her, didn't do anything but watch her, throwing the ball back and having her serve again. Watching her, he was always watching her. It was just so fucking weird. Kagome wanted to cry. It hurt to breath and she was shivering so much she could barely get the ball over the net, which really shouldn't have bothered her as much as it did.

After what felt like hours but was probably just shy of twenty minutes, he walked over to her. Kagome was so cold that she didn't even protest when Inuyasha took her into his arms, opening his coat and enveloping her within. Instead, she snuggled further inside, stealing his warmth.

"You looked like a snow fairy," he whispered into her hair. "Beautiful and delicate."

"I'm s-so c-c-cold," she said, teeth chattering. "Ins-side, p-please?"

"I can warm you up."

Before she could even wonder about what his words might entail, he tipped her back like men did to women in old movies, but instead of kissing her, his mouth went straight for her breasts. Taking her ice-cold nipples into his mouth, he sucked the hard peaks. Kagome gasped, beyond words. His tongue was so scorching hot on her and what he was doing went straight to her pussy like nothing ever had before. Had he not been holding her, she would have fallen into the snow from how weak in the knees he made her. She imagined herself cartoonishly melting the impression of a snow angel into the ground.

"Come on." He grabbed her hand this time and tugged gently. "Kikyo wants to play with you some more."

The mention of his wife had her remembering once more that this wasn't some strange tryst but rather a horrific nightmare. Once again appropriately afraid, she didn't realize how hard she was holding onto his hand.

"It's okay, Kagome," he said, squeezing her hand back. "I'll protect you."

That earned him some sideyeing from her. If she for a second believed it wouldn't have offended him and put her in harm's way, she would have yanked her hand out of his grasp. For fuck's sake, this monster had drugged and kidnapped and assaulted and imprisoned her! If he was hoping she'd come down with a bad case of Stockholm Syndrome, he was going to have to try a little harder than just holding her hand and saying what he thought she wanted to hear.

When they arrived upstairs, Kikyo met them at the bedroom door. The woman was done up like a dominatrix, red leather bustier and all, hair in a high ponytail. Her expression quickly changed from one of excitement and anticipation to one big scowl.

"What the hell did you do to her, Inuyasha!?"

"Nothing!" he replied defensively.

"Her lips are blue." Her eyes raked over her with distaste. "It's disgusting."

"You're right. I'll give her a warm bath."

She pouted and tossed the flogger on the bed. "Hurry back. Guess it's just you and me tonight." Kikyo didn't sound too happy about that.

The bathroom he led her to was down the hall and bigger than her room back home. Never before had she actually seen a sunken tub in real life. The theme seemed to be a hot spring, judging by the inlaid rock and tastefully placed flowering vines on the walls. Inuyasha turned the faucet on and the tub began to fill. He motioned for her to sit on the bench at the foot of the bath.

"What kinda scent do you like?" he asked, kneeling before her and untying her boots. "Kikyo prefers rose."

"Anything but rose."

He smirked, pouring a capful of essence into the flowing water. "You're like a jasmine flower. Tiny and sweet and perfect." He yanked her down and held her close, his face buried in her neck. "Deliciously fragrant and overpowering the night."

All she could feel was the heat of his lips on her neck. Everything else was totally numb.

"Mmm, fuck, you are cold," he grumbled. "Get in the tub. I'll fix it."

The water was the perfect temperature and there were enough bubbles so that she wouldn't be embarrassed. Sure, she had been naked in front of him pretty much this entire time, but something about being wet and naked just made it so much worse.

"Better?"

She nodded, feeling drowsy.

Inuyasha rolled up his sleeves. "I don't like Kikyo touching you." Grabbing one of the folded little wash cloths from a basket on the rim of the tub, he dunked it in the water, getting it soapy. When it made contact with her skin, she gasped. The feeling of him touching her, separated only by that one thin soaked cloth, did terrible things to her insides. She could feel his every finger. The scrape of his claws was tantalizing.

"She doesn't deserve you," he continued. The cloth made its way down her back and just barely ghosted against her ass. "She didn't put any work in with you. That was me. All me." Gliding over her neck and down her chest. Circling her nipples, tweaking them, rubbing against them. Touching her but not really actually fully touching her. "Sure, you were supposed to be her gift." His voice was hoarse now. Both their breaths quickened as he abandoned her breasts and drew circles over her taut stomach before finally arriving at where she burned for him, had burned since the first time she saw him. "But you're mine now," he murmured, finally brushing against her clit.

Kagome realized she was crying. "I'm sorry," she squeaked. "I won't cry again, I'll try, just don't put me back in the basement. Please!"

He shushed her and continued to play with her pussy. "I'm not like Kikyo. I don't like to pretend you're not my captive. I know what this is and I fucking love it." The way he kissed away her tears with enthusiasm just confirmed it.

"Inuyasha!" Kagome jumped, belatedly realizing Kikyo's voice was coming from down the hall. "Every minute you make me wait means I add another basement pet to our fun tonight."

The half-demon rolled his eyes. "Wait here." Regrettably, he withdrew his fingers from her. "Shouldn't be too long now that she wants the pets involved."

She waded to the edge and watched him go. "Don't take too long," she said, so quiet she could barely hear herself. Gods, but what was she saying? She was scared of him, oh she definitely was, but she'd sooner stick with him than take her chances with Kikyo. And she knew that was the kind of atmosphere he was trying to cultivate, except maybe she should go along with what he was trying. Just as a means to protect herself. Just play along, just a little…

Another half-smirk. "Relax. And don't finish yourself off. Not yet. I wanna watch."

Why was it so unbelievable to her that she was able to go through the motions of her routine, washing her hair and conditioning it with products that cost more than her monthly salary from her part-time job? A part of her could not process that she was functioning at all in such circumstances. But she must, and so she did. Then she waited. And waited. And waited until her fingers were pruney. The water stayed warm and she hit a random button and bubbles massaged her back.

Somehow, she fell asleep.

When she awoke, Inuyasha was draining the tub, a fluffy robe at the ready.

"I put it in the dryer for you," he beamed at her.

Kagome shrugged into it. That was such a mom thing to do. It made everything all the stranger.

"Are you going to put me in the basement again?"

He stared at her, slit pupils conveying nothing. "Depends. You said you'd do anything, remember?"

She nodded, stomach sinking. Yeah, she'd do anything to stay alive and not go back into that eerie pit of despair. But what was this sick bastard planning?

"Then come on."

He led her to a room on the third floor, as far away from the basement as one could get. When he opened the door, she stifled a gasp.

What the actual hell was this?

"This is anything." His eyes blazed at her and he shut the door behind her, locking it. "The turret room."

The little room looked like it had been designed for a teenage girl. Well, she was a teenage girl, but an adult one, and this was a little, well, girly. Kagome liked to consider herself more the studious type, occasionally sporty with her volleyball, but this? Puke.

He walked over to the white wardrobe with floral engraving. "Here." Holding out a white nightgown, he beckoned for her. "Put it on and get on the bed."

There was really no choice for her in the matter, so she did it. Why she bothered turning her back to him, she didn't know. Her heart was beating so fast, so hard. The gown barely came to the top of her thighs. Thin enough to be see-through, her nipples poked at the fabric, their color clearly discernable through the flimsiness. Kagome crawled on the bed, jostling the carefully arranged stuffed animals. Kneeling, she tugged the bottom of the nightie down, inadvertently exposing more of her breasts, almost to the areola.

"What do you want me to do?" Her voice shook.

"Enjoy the room." He sat down at the foot of the bed and even though he was feet away she had never felt more caged in. "Earn your keep."

Tears rushed to her eyes again. He was going to… He was about to…

No. If she was going to be a prisoner, she wasn't going to cry about it. Coach Sango always said to treat every loss as an opportunity to show the world you were something, to prove them wrong and blow them away next time. And Kagome was something, all right. This was her opportunity to take back some power. He had been watching her for weeks, maybe longer. If he liked watching so much, she was really going to give him something to watch this time.

Grabbing the closest stuffed animal, a large teddy bear, she decided to get right into it. Leaning back against the rest of the fluffy herd, she spread her legs wide and bent them at the knee, feeling goosebumps rise on her skin when Inuyasha's eyes widened and his gaze went right to her bare pussy. She let her eyes drift closed halfway. This wasn't anything new, there was no need for her to be nervous. Twice a day she did this, on waking and on going to sleep. Sometimes more. Maybe she had a problem. She didn't care enough to ask.

Kagome kissed the bear's rainbow nose and dragged the toy down her body, allowing the bodice of the gown to be pulled to fully expose her breasts. Positioning the bear so it's protruding snout with the hard sewn rainbow nose was right up against where it felt the best, she moved her hips. Oh but fuck, that felt good. Ever since she had first seen him, she had imagined something like this. Him watching her closer. The circumstances weren't ideal, but she'd take what she could get. Gods, she was so wet now. She had been waiting and waiting for him to touch her, wanting it and not wanting it, hating him and not hating him. She drew the rainbow in circles around her clit while her fingers from her other hand plucked at a nipple. Kagome wished it was his mouth.

Her orgasm was coming upon her so fast, even faster than usual. Panting, moaning, she tossed her head back, damp tresses partially obscuring their silent stuffed witnesses. The second she closed her eyes, the bear was yanked out of her grasp and she cried out at the loss of stimulation.

She didn't have to wait for long.

Inuyasha was in her arms and in that instant she knew they would always feel empty without him. His mouth crashed into hers and their kiss was frantic, all their attraction and pent-up longing finally on the verge of fulfillment. He had already half-unbuttoned his shirt and she tore it open the rest of the way, vaguely registering the sounds of the buttons skittering across the hardwood floors. His hands were on her ass, squeezing and grabbing. On her breasts, cupping and pinching and pulling and tweaking. Then his fingers found their way inside her.

"You like my fingers inside you, don't you, my naughty little princess."

"I love them. Fuck me," she finished in as close to a growl as she could muster.

His chuckle was hoarse. "Oh fuck," he said, pulling himself from his jeans. "I knew you were the one."

When he began to force his way inside her, he groaned. It was a tight fit and they were both feeling it. Once the journey was about half-finished, he grabbed her behind the knees and slammed the rest of the way home without warning. Her mouth opened in a silent howl and he began to fuck her in earnest. Suddenly she was grateful for the creepy toys because had it not been for them her skull surely would have gone through the headboard. The legs of the bed screeched across the floor but Kagome barely noticed it over the sounds of her own keening wails and Inuyasha's grunts.

Her nails dragged down his back and she dug in as hard as she dared, knowing he was a demon and could take it. A hiss of pleasure left his mouth at the feeling and his slit pupils narrowed. Never had he looked less human to her. That demanding gaze, that powerful gaze, one that took and by so doing gave, was what did her in, and then she was coming around him, coming on her first ever real live cock. Her clawing calmed and then she was rubbing his back, his shoulders, silently urging him to finish inside her. Kagome's fingers drifted up to his ears, those delicate twitching treasures, and she treated herself to a quick rub. Inuyasha's head pushed into her fingers, seeking the pleasure she gave him there just as his cock hammered inside her uncontrollably. With a few more manic, jerky thrusts, he spilled his load inside her, filling her up and then some.

Sweating, he collapsed on top of her with a low moan, hips still twitching erratically. Kagome felt like she was glowing from the inside out. Dreamily, she twirled a tendril of his hair around her finger.

"I always wanted a princess room."

Inuyasha kissed her breast, becoming preoccupied with her nipple and drawing it into his mouth. "Now you've got it. You're my princess, locked in my tower."

"Does that make you a prince?"

He gyrated against her, fang pricking against her nipple and teasing it. "Fuck that. I'm the king."

For a while, they lay like that, peaceful and carefree. She could almost forget that he was married with a basement full of stolen slaves and he had kidnapped her as a gift for his wife. Almost, but not quite.

"Does Kikyo know?" she whispered. What was Kikyo doing now? How had she not heard them with the racket they'd made?

"Nope." He popped the "p" and went back to kissing her throat, tonguing the side of her neck and sucking it. "You're mine. Only mine. To love and to breed."

She froze. "What?"

Inuyasha shrugged as best he could in the position he was in. "Kikyo doesn't like kids." He said it as though that made what he was attempting to do okay. "I mean, like, she's okay with them and all, but she doesn't want kids. Especially not my kids." He frowned. "That wasn't part of our deal."

"Did you… Did you take her, too?"

He laughed. "This was all Kikyo's idea from the start. And I'll admit, it was fun for a while. But her shit got real old, real fast." Inuyasha's eyes narrowed. "I drugged her up like I did you. Put her in the basement in the cage she would have kept you in and unlocked the other ones. We'll see how long she lasts."

Kagome shuddered. Though she was hardly around Kikyo and the little she experienced of the woman didn't exactly endear her to her, such a fate was horrifying.

Claws lightly trailing down her ribs made her shiver. In lust or fear, she wasn't quite sure. Probably both.

"I have needs, Kagome," he drawled, leaving wet kisses down her chest and stomach. "Satisfy me and I won't ever turn on you."

The heat between her legs grew and she whimpered as he neared her yearning pussy. "The same goes for you."

A dark chuckle left his lips and that wicked inhumanly long tongue of his darted around her slit that still oozed with his cum. "My little mouse is a tigress. I wouldn't have it any other way."

And as he savagely entered her yet again, making her back arch and her head fold the neck of a stuffed giraffe in two, she couldn't help but agree.

Note: And so begins our V-Day Shot Week. This one was originally Christmas-themed and intended for that failed SW, but I made some changes and here it is. I hope you guys like it! These little one-shots were written super fast, like only taking a day or sometimes a day and a half on each, so they're not exactly edited and they're like really bad, but that's what SW is about, so yeah. And damn character count cut me off, so here's the full description (like barely anything more):

In the fourth edition of shot week, we have: a husband going out of his way to give his wife the perfect gift, a desperate girl willing to do anything for a paycheck, a blast from the past who doesn't want to stay there, a visit from family shaking things up, a love that cannot be tamed or extinguished, a couple that really wants a very illegal piece of property, and a bully with unclear motives accepting a bribe.