“Tell me again why we had to waste time slaying that necromancer,” Inuyasha grumbled, brushing a few stubborn bone fragments from his long silver hair. “He didn’t even have a single Jewel shard on him…”

“It was the right thing to do, Inuyasha,” Kagome said righteously back. “He was praying on the innocent, turning their remains into puppets–how could we just stand by and let that happen?”

“Fine, fine,” he conceded irritably. “Lay off already.”

Raising her chin in the air, Kagome pedaled ahead. Behind her, Sango and Miroku laughed, attempting to placate their hanyou friend.

“Surely, Tessaiga’s edge is a little sharper than it was before,” Miroku observed dryly, “after whittling through skeleton after skeleton.”

“Hey!”

“It certainly did wonders for Hiraikotsu,” Sango joined, Kagome suppressing a grin as she felt Inuyasha’s hot temper threatening to boil over.

“You too?! Goddammit, I already said IT’S FINE!”

“Inuyasha is such a softy at heart,” Shippou chimed in conspiratorially, Kirara chirping in assent.

“SHUDDUP! I HATE YOU ALL!”

Full on giggling, the young miko led the way to the nearest village. As Miroku worked his wonders in securing lodgings for the evening, Kagome took inventory of her supplies, running through a mental checklist of what she would need to restock for the group on her return trip home.

“You’re leaving now?” Inuyasha complained, getting right up in her face as usual. “It’s almost dark!”

“Yes, I’m leaving now–I told you I have a test first thing in the morning, so I can’t be late. And besides, Kirara-chan will drop me off right at the well, won’t you?” Kagome asked warmly, stroking the purring firecat under the chin.

“And just when the hell are you coming back?” the irate hanyou demanded. “We can’t very well hunt for Jewel shards without you.”

“I’ll be back in three days,” Kagome answered placidly, already turning away with a light wave. “Mama needs my help with Souta’s costume for the school play, and I already promised her I’d help Jii-chan out at the shrine shop this weekend, since it’s a holiday.”

“Well aren’t you just the perfect daughter,” Inuyasha grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest. “Whatever. Go on home, then–we’ll be just fine whether you’re here or not!”

Kagome smiled back. “I’m sure you will.”

The hanyou’s ears flattened at her carefree response, and for a moment Kagome wondered if maybe she’d played her hand a little too openly. There was a time not so long ago when a remark like that from Inuyasha would have sent her blood pressure skyrocketing. Shrugging off her misgivings, she swung herself up onto Kirara’s back and took off toward the Bone-Eater’s well.

At the edge of the moonlit clearing, the neko youkai touched lightly down, Kagome sliding from her back with an affectionate pat. Readjusting the straps of her pack, she took off toward the well with a bright, cheery wave.

“Thanks, Kirara-chan–see you in three days!”

Growling heartily back, the firecat pushed off from the ground, Kagome watching as her bright form faded off into the dark, distant sky. Only when she was certain her youkai friend had vanished beyond detection did the young miko let her heavy school bag fall from her shoulders, her bow and quiver following suit as she took a few meandering steps toward the well.

She was maybe ten feet away from it when a shove from behind forced her to her knees.

As the tall, pale figure of her assailant circled slowly around her, Kagome’s wide blue eyes stared up at him in a show of fearful surprise. “…Sesshoumaru-sama?”

Golden eyes slanted down at her imperiously, his lips curving in a cold, thin smile. “Miko.”

At his predatory expression, a true shiver ran through her. Already peaked from the chill autumn air, her nipples chafed against the lacy confines of her bra, Sesshoumaru’s gaze lowering in clear recognition.

“How unwise,” he said as he stepped forward, his ivory claws carding through her bangs, “for a young girl such as yourself to be alone in the wilderness at this time of night.”

Timidly, Kagome nodded, the points of his nails scraping against her scalp as they curled. His free hand rose slowly to his chest. At the sound of his heavy armor thudding to the ground, she swallowed thickly in anticipation, her thighs clamping together like a vise.

“Please, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered, glancing up at him meekly through her lashes. “Have mercy…”

“Mercy,” he repeated lowly, slitting open the ties of his hakama with the edge of a claw. “…My mercy must be earned.”

Drawing her toward him by his grip in her hair, Sesshoumaru wrenched himself out of his clothes and pushed past her lips in a single fluid movement. Kagome gasped around him, the vibrations in her mouth making him growl as he urged her back and forth along his rapidly hardening length. Her lips stretched taut near the base of his shaft, her eyes watering up at him as she whimpered.

“Is that the deepest you can take me, priestess?” he demanded, his erection jerking as she grazed its smooth, sensitive underside with her tongue.

Breathing shallowly through her nose, Kagome inched closer, forcing him just past the back of her throat. Staring down at her in wicked satisfaction, Sesshoumaru joined both hands in her hair as he crushed her face to his groin, his massive erection thrusting halfway down her throat. Kagome gagged harshly, a thread of saliva trailing from her choking mouth as he released her a second later.

“Good,” he rumbled, swiping the pad of his thumb across her lips almost gently. “Such a good girl…”

She warmed at the praise, the slim crotch of her panties dampening further as he circled around her once more.

“…But so foolish,” he continued as he knelt behind her, his claws sliding up beneath the hem of her short green skirt. “To go about in this lewd attire…”

Kagome gasped as he pushed her forward onto her hands and knees, the crisp autumn air hitting her exposed hind cheeks. She knew the tiny red thong she was wearing was now on full display—what there was to display of it at any rate.

The whole forest seemed to still as she felt his searing eyes take in the sight of her less-than-wholesome undergarments. Cool strong fingers molded over her backside, the tips of his claws hooking into the bands of her G-string as he drew it partially back and released it, the elastic snapping sharply against the fleshy folds at her apex. Her dewy entrance, however, was fully exposed, and he wasted no time in pressing the damp, blunt head of his erection to it.

“Will you accept the consequences of your indiscretions?” he ground out, a needy groan escaping her as he breached her partway. “…This Sesshoumaru thinks that you will.”

That arrogant, third-person use of his name was the last straw. Kagome pushed back against him, taking him in another inch before he gripped her hips and rammed himself fully inside her. Her lips parted in a silent cry, her walls straining desperately to accommodate him.

“So eager…” he observed darkly. “Where is your sense of decorum, miko?” Pulling out of her almost entirely, he worked the tip of his erection just inside her weeping entrance. “…Where is the scent of your virgin blood?”

Kagome had to bite her tongue at that one, a full-body shudder of pleasure coursing through her as he continued to just barely tease open her slit. After weeks of exchanging heated glances with him during his confrontations with their group, she still remembered just how hot and demanding his mouth had felts on hers when he’d torn off her miko garments and taken her innocence on the floor of the village shrine.

Her clit throbbed even now at the memory.

She’d thought that would be the end of it–probably he had, too. But then it had happened again, while she was bathing alone in a wooded stream. And again after that. Slowly, their encounters went from random to organized, from rushed and wordless to unhurried and somewhat theatrical, each of them playing up their parts just to get a rise out of the other.

“Worry not, miko,” Sesshoumaru murmured as he bent over her, sheathing his entire length back inside her with tortuous slowness, “your dirty secret is safe with me.”

As Kagome shivered, he brushed her hair aside and caught the edge of her ear between his fangs. His claws were planted on the ground on either side of her, effectively trapping her in. It was only his grip there that anchored them both as his hips pistoned against her, hollowing her out just the way that she had come to crave.

Shamelessly, she moaned, feeling herself gush and flutter around him. She could only pray that she wasn’t being too loud in her enthusiasm. The idea of the villagers—of anyone—catching them rutting like this was horrifying.

But maybe that was part of the thrill for both of them. Sesshoumaru, a proud demon lord with a self-proclaimed disdain for humans, and Kagome, a priestess who was supposed to be pure and morally upstanding, going violently at it together right here out in the open.

“Ah—Sesshoumaru!” she cried out as he picked up the pace even more, her channel going almost numb from the force of his pounding. “Sesshoumaru, please...”

The low ache of pleasure within her deepened and spread, the stricture of her half-removed thong around her most swollen sensitive flesh becoming nearly unbearable. As she whimpered his name again in wanton supplication, it seemed she’d finally appealed to his sense of mercy after all. One set of claws detached from the grass, the pads of his fingers kneading her through the scrap of sodden fabric molded to her clit.

With a buck and a whine, she ignited in his hand, sheer euphoria undulating through her core, almost sweeping him over the edge along with her. His ragged breath drew sharply, his whole body tensing above her as his thrusts took on that familiar jagged edge.

“S-Sesshoumaru…” she panted out, a plaintive reminder that had him snarling as he withdrew from her at the last instant and emptied his seed out onto the ground beneath them.

Sagging a little, Kagome let out a relieved sigh. As much as she longed to feel the rush of his release inside her, pulling out was just the responsible thing to do. Risk of pregnancy aside, she couldn’t even begin to imagine greeting her family with his cum leaking out of her…

As Sesshoumaru’s heavy weight lifted from her at last, Kagome stood, adjusting her skirt primly after stripping off her soaking thong. Considering it for a moment, she stashed it away in a side pocket of her backpack and slipped on a modest pair of panties instead.

Of course, her hair was hopelessly mussed, her skin flushed and sweaty—but she could always just tell her mother that she’d been chased by a demon on her way back. It wasn’t technically untrue…

Feeling good about this excuse, Kagome hefted her school bag up over her shoulders and turned to Sesshoumaru. His clothes and armor were back in place once more as he stepped toward her.

“You are going home now?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she answered with a smile, “Mama and Jii-chan always wait up on nights they’re expecting me home, so I don’t want to keep them from their rest.”

“How considerate,” he replied, his arm snaking around her waist as he drew her to him. “When have you told Inuyasha and the others to expect you?”

A fresh blush stole across her cheeks at the proximity of his mouth to hers. “T-Three days…”

“And when,” he said, his lips now hovering just above hers, “do you intend to return?”

“…Two days,” she breathed out nervously, her fingers curling against the hard surface of his armor.

Sesshoumaru’s lips curved against her own, the kiss he pressed to them surprisingly chaste.

“…Good.”

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Just something quick n’ dirty 😉

Once again my job is putting me through the meat grinder, so I don’t know if I’ll be able to respond today to all of the lovely comments from yesterday – but just wanted to let y’all know that you guys are all WONDERFUL and say the kindest, most uplifting things! For a highly self-critical, depressive person like myself it really makes such a difference to my state of mind lol

So…Thanks again!! ❤️