Silver hair whispered over Kagome’s skin, catching against the stiff, dusky peaks of her nipples, threading through the damp thatch of curls at her mound. Tendrils of gleaming silk coalesced and retreated, as Sesshoumaru drew back along the length of her body and settled between the spread of her legs.

Around her and beneath her, coils of fur enfolded her snugly. The fine ends raised gooseflesh wherever they brushed. His fur, she realized with a shiver, as one loop caressed the delicate underside of her knee. Amber eyes pinned her with their hooded stare, as his claws smoothed in toward the junction of her thighs.

“How I have longed for this,” he murmured. She gasped as the pad of his thumb glided up along the path of her slit and pressed firmly to her exposed cluster of nerves. “Kagome.”

Recognition burned within her. This was the voice that spoke to her in her dreams, the deep resonant timbre that addressed her from the darkest recesses of her mind. Maybe even now she was dreaming. But when she bit down on her tongue at the pleasure coursing through her, the pain she felt was real.

Her trembling intensified. Her fingers clutched in his fur as he rolled his thumb against her. Moisture seeped from her in a helpless trickle. Her tense thighs strained futilely to shut as his knuckle tapped into her, smearing her tacky flesh to liquid smoothness once again. Trained upon on her sex, his heavy, half-lidded eyes slid to hers. The expression in them was hauntingly familiar.

“Whose child do you carry within you?” he asked her lowly—fiercely.

The palm of his free hand lay flat against her womb as he continued to knead and wet her. His question hit Kagome like a whip lash, jolting her out of her reverie. Stunned, she stared up at him, frozen in a paroxysm of agony and arousal and fear. His fur tightened its squeezing hold. His youki crashed around her like a storm. Her back arched in anguish as the full length of his thumb breached her.

“Whose?” he demanded again.

“Yours!” she rasped out. “…It’s yours.”

“Mine,” he said, seeming satisfied at last, as he fastened both hands to her hips and dragged her toward him.

Her backside slid up along the hard corded muscle of his thighs, toward the angled, waiting head of his erection. Precum welled, clear and glistening, beading from him in anticipation. Paralyzed still, Kagome watched as she encroached upon him. The world seemed to slow as she listened to the dull, leaden pounding of her heart. There was nothing she could do but watch—nothing she could say but to cry out his name as he brought her onto him in a single, coring thrust.

Her ripe ready flesh burst around him. Her head dropped listlessly to the side as he guided her back and forth along the thick stony pillar of his shaft. The shock of his entrance soon abated. Her inner walls relaxed at the familiar intrusion, coating him freely with her essence. She groaned in primal fulfillment. Her gaze clouded as it met his. Her fingers twitched toward him.

“Sesshoumaru…”

His voice fell to a husky growl. “Tell me what you need.”

“You,” she panted brokenly, curling her nails against the back of his hand. “Sesshoumaru…I need you.”

“Yes,” he said.

Lacing his fingers through hers, he pinned her hand to the floor and leaned forward, gripping her under the thigh. His chest met hers. His hips rocked into hers with the slightest rotation, making her flutter and moan. As his body ground against her, as his hard length stroked her from within, she clasped his cheek and caught his lips with hers. His satin markings scorched her palm. His fangs clashed with her own blunt teeth as he opened his mouth to her, inviting her wholly into damnation.

The moment she trespassed, Kagome knew that there was no going back. There was only the forward plunge of her tongue, only the adamant strive of his sex. There was only the searing advance of his hand along her stomach and breast, the white-hot friction of her heels jabbing into the backs of his thighs as she closed her eyes and let the fire of her lust for him consume her.

In the ashes, she lay naked and numb, warped beyond recognition. No longer a wife, no longer a miko. He had reduced her to nothing—left her with nothing but the skin over her bones and the new life growing inside her.

Pointless and excessive, even his seed spilled out of her, seeping into the bed of his fur as he withdrew and molded her limp, pliant body to his. In his arms, she was formless, faceless—just a woman who had succumbed to the base desires of her flesh.

Just a woman…

As his tongue trailed over the mark on her neck, as his fangs fit themselves perfectly into the faint indentations there, she wondered if this fall of hers had been inevitable from the start. Could she blame him, then, for taking advantage of her own inherent weakness? If resisting her attraction to him had been futile all along, could she really even blame herself?

Her thoughts were hopelessly muddled. Her emotions were wretchedly confused. So she silenced them both and gave herself over to the pleasure of his touch.

From the swell of her breast, his claws traced languidly to the curve of her hip, cupping her there and drawing her further into himself. Exultation hummed in his youki, rippled faintly in the fur that melded her to him. Already she could feel him hardening between the gap in her cheeks. He was tireless, and she was infinitely tired, and she yielded to him effortlessly as he bent her body to receive him once again.

Against the back of her shoulder, he promised her, “I will give you what you need.”

She was starting to believe he was the only one who could.

His hand eased across her collar, encircling her throat as he slid without resistance into her liquid heat. As he coaxed them both toward climax, she clung to his whispered assurance. Her vision spotted as his grip gradually tightened. Her own inner hold on him constricted in turn. Her lungs burned, her eyes wept. As his breathing grew stilted, her own ceased altogether. Ecstasy suffused her, smothering her away into dark and merciful oblivion.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 8/22/22