As Kagome’s scattered wits slowly reassembled, the outside world drew into keener focus. She gazed up at the blue-grey sky, party obscured by the silvery granite overhang of the cliff they were on. She remembered the hot spring, its heavy steam wafting over them even now, her left side beading with condensation. There had been monkeys, she recalled, though the tiny primates seemed to have been chased off completely by Sesshoumaru’s thunderous arrival. And Entei–wait, where was Entei?

Propping herself up on her elbows as much as the hard body still on top of hers would allow, Kagome glanced around, but her equine compatriot was nowhere to be seen. Equal parts bothered and relieved by this, she fell back again, her hands going to Sesshoumaru’s shoulders. Damp claws caged her right breast, his fine silver hair tickling across the other as the arm wrapped around her back crushed her more firmly to him.

“…Sesshoumaru?” she ventured, shaking him slightly. “Ah!”

Kagome winced, arching, as sharp fangs bit at her nipple. Whimpering at the coarse, ensuing stroke of his tongue, she shook him again. With another vaguely chastising nip, he released her, his golden eyes snapping to hers in impatience.

“What is it?”

“Shouldn’t we, uh…shouldn’t we be getting back?”

Slowly, he raised himself up over her, the muscles of his arms and chest flexing sinuously. The hand at her back slid lower, cupping her full flesh as he angled her hips flush against his.

“Are you so eager to return?” he said lowly, his half-erect length splitting apart her folds.

A fresh wave of heat flooded her groin at the contact. Curling her nails against his skin, she rolled her hips helplessly into his–marveling at how hard he already was, or still was. Both possibilities were equally arousing.

“It would be easier for you, this way,” he rumbled, as if to himself, easing down and bringing the blunt head of his sex against her slim opening.

His eyes were reflective, as though he really had been considering her when deciding whether or not to take her on round two. Kagome was as touched as she was titillated. Well, perhaps not quite as much…

“Maybe I don’t want it to be easy,” she replied, the words tumbling out of her runaway, perverted mouth in one hasty breath.

Sesshoumaru’s eyes widened fractionally, a slight, wicked smile curving his lips. “Good.”

His mouth was on hers again, kissing her hungrily as he thrust into her anyway. Kagome jolted at the sensation of being filled by him, the pain of the intrusion warring viciously with the pleasure. Even at partial mast, he was too much for her to handle, tears seeping from the corners of her eyes as her thighs clamped around him with cramping tension.

“Sesshoumaru…” she pleaded weakly, meeting his gaze. “I…I can’t.”

His eyes were clouded, his lower lip bloodied beneath the bracing bite of a fang. As tense as she was, he was undeniably tenser, every muscle in him poised with ravaging intensity.

“You already have,” he informed her shortly, a piercing cry escaping her as he drew back and re-thrust.

Maybe it was demonic inner strength or sheer, steely force of will, but with that one, full inward course complete he withdrew from her entirely, Kagome now whimpering at the lack of him instead. Hauling her up to her knees along with him, he bent her head toward his glazed, gleaming length.

“We should clean off before we return,” he stated with truly exasperating coolness.

Kagome could take the rather forceful hint–not that she needed much persuading. As her lips closed around him, Sesshoumaru released the gravelly, pent-up groan she suspected he’d been repressing, his claws combing and clutching at her messy hair. At one particularly sharp tug, her hand slipped from its resting place on his marble thigh, her name tearing raggedly from his throat as her thumb swept accidentally over the arc of a testicle.

She wondered how Columbus must have felt when he’d first set foot upon the New World. Maybe it was something like the exhilaration she was currently experiencing at this discovery. She’d not really paid much attention to Sesshoumaru’s balls before–they were just kind of, well, there. But if merely touching them could make him moan her name like that, then neglecting them had been a major oversight.

Time to correct it, she decided, his stiff length popping from her mouth as she traced the point of her tongue along the path her thumb had just taken.

Sesshoumaru’s claws scraped her scalp, an actual full-body shiver spiking through him. Pausing, she glanced up at him, savoring the undisguised lust in his expression.

“Did you learn that from your ‘movies’, as well?” he asked huskily.

“No,” she said, the tip of her nose nuzzling his shaft as he jerked beneath the second, testing swipe of her tongue. “I learned it from you.”

She took her time exploring this new uncharted territory, his skewed knees widening further as she trailed over him with her lips and her tongue. Beneath her attentions, the loose, faintly wrinkled skin grew increasingly smooth and tight. When she attempted to suck in one of those swollen, heavy globes, he wrenched her back on a growl, shoving the head of his erection into her mouth instead.

He was more than half-hard at this point, Kagome’s lips straining to contain him as he urged her back and forth along the length of his shaft. Cupping his slick balls in her hand, she rolled and caressed them fluidly, the vise-like seize of his claws in her hair her only warning as he came inside her with a snarled curse.

Unprepared, Kagome gagged and spluttered, some of his seed going unfortunately down her windpipe as she struggled to swallow the rest. Hacking a little, she rocked back on her haunches, a trickle of ejaculate leaking from the corner of her mouth.

Leaning back in toward her, he lapped the escaping seed away, his hands already parting her open once again.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

…Will the sexcapades ever end? Who the hell knows. XD