Hello readers welcome to another story.

This story will be told in sparotic chapters, having to rhyme or reason to length or prompt. I am just going with the flow. Fair warning. I really am not a fan of Kikiyo and never have been. I can never seem to paint her in an enchanting light so do not expect me to start here.

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Siren's Song

Chapter 1: Enraptured

He had come following the sound of the sirens voice. Sesshomaru had been on patrol, the visage of white and silver streaked along his border.

Then he heard her sing. His body had catapulted forward to find the source.

His silver hair settled onto his back as he suddenly stood still in the field. His eyes of gold narrowed onto a small back clad in miko garb and her beautiful voice occupied his every sense.

She was picking herbs and music flowed freely past her lips as she worked. Her dark mane of hair shone in the sunlight and her tanned hands plucked stems gently.

Her own music seemed to take her as the young woman stood abruptly and spun in the otherwise secluded area.

She was a beautiful human and her voice was even more precious. Then her eyes shot open and her voice died off. In place was her simmering blue eyes and a gasp. The fear that surrounded the girl was fleeting as she fell back in surprise.

In the quickest moment Sesshomaru watched as his siren ran off toward what must have been her human settlement.

He followed her scent and surrounded the borders of his sirens home among his lands.

She had scurried into a home on the edge of the village. Far from the others in the village. By a well.

His siren seemed to be an outcast.

A rare smile settled onto his features. This would be most advantageous.

The Young miko for her part was unsure what to do.

From the moment of her puberty she was scorned. Her father had been a traveling person of astounding spiritual capabilities.

Her mother could not resist his charms, even though he was not very much liked by the village. Born from the pair were three girls and one son. Kikiyo was well liked and brought into the fold of the villagers due to her pale beauty and close resemblance to their mother.

Kaede had been kindly welcomed into the neighboring temple, which suited the youngest just fine. Her brother, Souta, had become a traveller much like their father whom had long since past onto another world.

With the awakening of her powers and the site of her unique and rare beauty Kagome was shunned, be it by jealousy, or fear. Once Kagome's mother had too past on to follow their father in the afterlife Kagome was ostracized.

Kaede, and Souta had they known would have held back and stayed with their kind hearted sister. Kagome had refused to give any sign that something was amiss. Kikiyo all but ignored her twin Kagome and settled into her life in the village.

Kagome was trained as a miko long before her powers truly settled in and once they did, the head miko was so jealous of the vastness and purity far surpassing her very own tha Kagome was thrown out and told to find a new way of life.

Though the village was protected more from Kagome than their own miko, they only fleetingly gave into any indulgence of dealing with the young woman.

Many of the women were jealous of the astonishing beauty of the young woman. They envied her something fierce. The men saw Kagome as untouchable and since they couldn't have her, they all concluded none could have her.

Kagome had not much interaction with others. So she had been very startled when seeing a regal looking demon staring intently at her. Though she was strong, and controlled, Kagome truly didn't want to kill any and all demons. Some were kind passersby, others just looking for help for they had lost their own bearing.

Her fear came from the fact that someone had heard her sing. Kikiyo had always lashed out at the miko for singing and Kagome grew, fearful of another hearing her. If her own twin could not stand the sound of her own voice she must be a pain to hear in passing.

She didn't know who that beautiful demon was, but she doubted she would ever see him again.

Kagome could only be aghast at the demon before her. He was the same regal demon from just the week prior. Kagome had taken to keeping herself clean compared to the villagers. That was one of the few pleasures that she could enjoy without interruption. For none save her knew of the location of this hot spring so near their settlement.

So she had taken to singing while in her own space away from the scorn, away from the jealousy away from it all.

What she was unprepared for was the lurking luminous demon pale, of silvers and golds to be watching her solo performance.

What was worse for she was he had so earnestly decided to hear her singing not from beyond the tree line a safe distance away from her sight, no. He had the audacity to join her in the waters of her own hidden spring.

Too shocked to make a noise Kagome was unsure if screaming to nobody, fainting or running away would be the most useful in this situation.

"You may continue miko." A dark flush rose to the face of Kagome at the demons non comical expression seemed to inspire a rush of indignation.

Though she was frozen in place due to her own nakedness. She could not barrel against the demon for fear of him seeing what none save she had seen to this day. Her nakedness.

Sesshomaru was amused by this human. She called to him with her voice time and time again. He had been keeping his distance only allowing himself moments to faintly listen to her soft heartbroken singing of loneliness, sorrow, loss, and recently longing.

During his week of distance he had found all the information of the miko as only one such as he could. He wished to capture such a siren and listen daily to his most favored possession, instead of having to travel daily from his home to do such.

"Sing for this one human." Sesshomaru spoke and in her shocked stupor she began.

Every hum, every utterance of her voice made his body sooth from his many stresses. There had never been anything before to fully hold him, to make him feel at ease than her melodious voice.

Though this situation was odd, Kagome hadn't had any interactions with another in almost a month now. She hunted, and grew her own sustinece. She knew how to mend her own things and never sought for anything other than what she had.

So she hadn't gone into the village for some time. Not that it would make a difference. Most refused to look at her let alone talk to her. This interaction though for just a moment, Kagome was leeching at the attention. Something she had been starved for.

When his singer finally sang her final note Sesshomaru was relaxed.

"Hnn, this one wonders how your talents had yet been discovered. Though it is gracious for this one to be privy to that astounding voice." Sesshomaru spoke his golden gaze lazily staring at his soon to be claimed prize.

Her speaking voice was soft and breathy, almost as is unused and unsure of herself. "I have nowhere else to go." Her head turned away and the mist and mineral of the waters kept his gaze from exploring what else the miko had to offer.

"You may come to this one's home. So long as you sing at my command, you will be cared for,allowed to be free, to speak, interact or dally with anyone you seek." Sesshomaru spoke noting the dark flush on her cheeks. Her speaking voice was just as calming as her singing.

If his miko so chose, she could have a mate, but Sesshomaru would be the first in her regard. Many demons would be happy to share their mate with one such as he.

Kagome contemplated his offer.

It was so tempting, to be spirited away by this demon. Taken in with promises of a better life. A life of fulfillment and the chance to live away from scrutiny.

Yet, to also be trapped to this demon before her, till he is bored of her entertainment. "Who are you?" The siren asked the stranger.

"This one is Sesshomaru, ruler of the western lands. First Son of the great Inutashio." At his words the miko shot up in shock. Greedily the demon lord looked over his future prize. High, round, pert breasts. Dusty pink nipples and a long body. His gaze settled onto the small shorn patch of curls nestled between her thighs.

Dog demons such as he were renowned for their indulgences of lust. Though it was the first time Sesshomaru had ever been tempted by a human.

Her voice play in part of his enchantment, but her eyes kept him locked onto attention. Her body ignited his almost forgone lust.

This girl, who long to be taken away from her pain, her sorrow wanted someone to make her a woman. Her songs spoke of such. Taking his moment to entrance her Sesshomaru needed her to be a willing sing song bird for him.

Seduction.

In a movement that made the miko shiver the demon lord was before her his tongue lapping at the beads of water upon her skin. A shiver of pleasure shook her and his clawed hands gripped her. Easing her to sit onto the ledge of the hotsprings with her now slick folds spread wide before his hungry gaze.

Kagome had always wanted this. Had dreamt of it, longed for it. She didn't want to deny herself her possibly only opportunity. A breathy moan escaped the miko as sweet lips tasted the siren.

Her moans were soft, her voice quivered. She wantonly begged for completion and ignoring his own need Sesshomaru pulled back right before she could fall into completion.

Tears were lined along her brilliant blue gaze. Deliriously desperate in her wants, in her lust. "Come with me, be mine miko and all I have to offer may yet become your own. Become my singing bird my siren. Do as this Sesshomaru bids and I will release you of your frustrations." He knew her virginal body would be no match.

Her body ached and she longed for more than what she was offered in her village. So desperately, in both lust and loneliness she breathily replied "Yes, please yes."

Elation at having his newest possession his tongue sought out his sirens sweet pearl and sucked. Licked and Swallowed down her first orgasm. Her virginity he would save for a special occasion.

He enjoyed swallowing down her sweet juices far to much to indulge himself. For her breathy moans and quiet utterances of his name were what nearly drove him to completion.

They had sealed their contract in their sweat, in her juices, in his seed that with the help of her innocent gaze and hesitant hands was written all over her scent.

In her tired haze Sesshoumaru boud her fully with a sip of his blood.

Soon they would find if she regretted it or embraced all that was to come.

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