Kagome’s hands flew out before her as she was pushed against a smooth wall of stone, her skin heating reflexively—ready to purify the life out of her would-be assailant. As the claws around her arms tightened in a familiar grip, her initial shock cleared, and she quickly reined her power in.

“What made you think,” Sesshoumaru snarled into her ear, “that you could go off on your own?”

“I-I’m sorry,” she whispered in conciliation, her bare shoulder blades chilling against his armor as she melted into him. “I wasn’t thinking.”

A bit of his hostility eased at the gesture, his now-unmasked youki still pulsing from him in angry waves. Guiltily, Kagome considered his point of view, suspecting that his concern for her was at the root of that anger—her guilt promptly intensifying as desire bloomed within her at the thought.

“You foolish girl,” he said lowly, his hands sliding down the sides of her wet, flushed body in perfect slowness. “I should have known better than to let you out of my sight.”

Kagome nodded faintly in agreement as his claws settled at last, curving possessively around her hips. She arched needfully back into him, her burning heat pressing against the cool, upraised surface of his lower plate.

“Miko,” he rumbled in reproach, even as he spread and pulled her further into him, “you are dampening my armor.”

She nodded again, gliding a little higher up along the plate. Sesshoumaru growled as he shoved her back against the stone, the sound of his armor clanging against the ledge making her start.

Crooking her knee, he forced her leg up against the wall before her, his fangs biting into the swell of her hind cheek. Kagome gasped at the stab of pain and arousal that lanced through her, her lower half throbbing as his nose skirted the inside of her thigh, his hot breath fanning over her exposed sex.

“This,” he murmured just above her dripping core, her whole body shuddering as he tasted her in one long, lingering stroke, “is what I have craved.”

Kagome whimpered, his other hand holding her still at the hip as he licked her slowly again. In her entire seventeen years on this earth, she’d never felt anything remotely as good as what he did to her with his mouth. Her fingers curled fruitlessly against the worn rock when his tongue thrust inside her, grating deliciously along her slickened walls. She strove just as fruitlessly to bear down on him, desperate to take that rough probing muscle of his as far into her as possible.

“Oh, Sesshoumaru…” she groaned, the one leg she was still standing on beginning to tremble. “I’ve been craving this, too…”

He growled into her, both hands supporting her from below as he buried his face between her parted thighs. He settled her firmly over his open mouth, his fangs pricking into her sensitive skin, his lips and tongue roving hungrily against her, assaulting her with pleasure. Biting down on her thumb, she braced herself against the wall, her nipples as hard as the rock they grazed.

Her thighs were tensing in his claws, the muscles in her stomach and groin drawing ominously tight. She moaned low in her throat as he focused increasingly on the pulsating nub at her forefront, the mad, animalistic circuit he’d been running from there to her brimming entrance coming to a close. Ruthlessly, he rolled and flicked that firm tender bud of flesh, her lungs depleting, her toes curling at the sensation.

“Sesshoumaru…I…I’m going to come!” she cried breathlessly as he brought her abruptly to completion, pure electric bliss spiking through her veins more strongly than even the most potent surge of reiki.

She writhed and whimpered when he continued to lave at her, tiny beads of blood trailing down her skin at the nick of his claws. As her feet returned fully to the ground, she felt him rise behind her, the parting trail of his tongue between her cheeks making her spasm. Her breathing, which had been struggling to even out post-orgasm, hitched again at the sound of him aggressively divesting himself of his clothes.

Crushing his hard naked chest against her back, he wedged her knees apart with his, the head of his erection jabbing at her soaked, swollen folds. One clawed hand seized both of her own, her palms pressing flat against the stone above her head. His mouth bent to her neck, hot and slick with her wetness, his other hand tracing the distended curve of her trapped breast.

“Is this what you want, Kagome?” he asked darkly, a choked breath escaping her as he entered her barely.

The pressure was intense–her entrance stretching and straining just to take the tip of him. He was so much harder, so much larger than he’d been last time. Her spine went rigid at the effort of accommodating him, her sluggishly tight womanhood struggling to catch up with the rest of her–which was now so impatient to have him inside her that she felt the visceral ache of his absence all the way down to her bones.

“Yes,” she whispered helplessly as he pushed in another agonizing inch.

He was breathing as heavily as she was, his hips shifting as the hand at her breast fell between them. She felt the brush of his knuckles against her entrance as his fingers wrapped around his massive length, halting his forward progress. A small sound of protest escaped her, his fangs nipping her in rebuke.

“You don’t deserve it,” he rumbled, withdrawing and re-sheathing himself into her partway, making her shamelessly moan. “You don’t deserve my seed.”

She could feel the immense tension in him, imagine the death-grip he was exerting on his manhood as he prevented himself from taking her all the way. Despite his harsh words, his restraint turned her on even more, her hips urging desperately against his, coaxing him deeper as he moved. She wanted to break that iron-clad restraint. She wanted him to lose control on her, to make her his in that truest, most primal sense. And she knew…she knew that deep-down, regardless of his reservations about her being human, he wanted this, too.

She knew it even as he withdrew from her completely, his claws jerking her gaze back to his by their clutch in her hair. His voice was ragged, his golden eyes tinged with red.

“But this Sesshoumaru will give it to you, anyway,” he declared, forcing her to the ground.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi