Sesshoumaru knelt down as she slid her slick fingers through his hair, going back for more shampoo several times as she worked her way from root to tip. Smooth and dark and gleaming, his long tresses flowed through her hands, the rich lather turning the strands butter-soft as she piled them atop his shoulder. A few stray locks trailed down into the water before him, fine bits of foam swirling off onto the water’s surface and eddying away with the steam.

“Are all humans so clean in your era?” he asked, rubbing a soapy tendril between his claws.

“For the most part,” Kagome answered, massaging a little more shampoo into the ends. “There are some exceptions though…”

“How strange,” the daiyoukai mused aloud. “The humans of this era are such filthy creatures, scratching out an existence from the dirt as they do.”

The miko glowered, scrubbing his scalp a little more roughly than required. “Well, times change, I guess.”

He made a noncommittal sound, claws snaking back around her thigh. Kagome’s breasts crushed against his slippery skin as he drew her into him.

“Keep doing that,” he ordered, her nipples hardening against him at the low rumble of his voice.

She dug her nails in a bit more as Sesshoumaru’s hand rose between her legs, the tips of his claws just barely dusting the outer fringes of her sex. Shifting slightly, she tried to focus on the task at hand. She had saved his bangs for last, her fingers smoothing over his brow as she combed through them—surprised at the extra heat radiating from the crescent mark on his forehead.

Absently, she traced over it again, Sesshoumaru stiffening against her. Thinking she’d made him uncomfortable, she drew back, her thumb grazing accidentally over the delicate point of an ear.

“Sorry, I—”

Quick as lightning, he seized her wrist and brought it forward, clenching her hand around his rigid length. Breathing sharply, he worked her over and around him with bruising force, the shampoo on her fingers cutting the friction until the glaze of his own lubricant replaced it. Barring her arm across his shoulders, Kagome braced herself as best she could, holding on for dear life as he drove her along at an increasingly furious pace.

“You take such liberties, miko,” he said savagely, her finger bones grinding in his brutal grip, making her hiss in pain even as she clenched her throbbing thighs together.

“Only because you let me,” she said softly after a moment, her tongue gliding irresistibly along that same sensitive point of his ear.

Sesshoumaru growled as she took it between her teeth. His hand released hers, wedging between his back and her front, prising open her legs as she continued to pump him, her thumb sweeping over his tip as he stroked her nub in turn.

It wasn’t long before her knees were growing dangerously weak. Kagome whimpered as the pressure built feverishly within her, a harsh pinch to her most sensitive spot shocking her back to her senses.

“Not yet,” Sesshoumaru seethed. “Not until I tell you to, human.”

Supremely agitated—in more ways than one, Kagome grit her teeth. “My name,” she said fiercely, reiki channeling to her palm, “is Kagome.”

She squeezed down on him as hard as she could, heat simmering just beneath her hand. Sesshoumaru half-snarled, half-groaned, twisting from her hold as he whipped her around to face him, bringing her needy center flush against his shaft. Panting, she watched the red recede from his eyes as he ground her against him.

She could feel the pleasure rising between them as he moved, his erection jabbing into her belly like a sword. Trembling once more, she waited with baited breath for that finishing stroke. He leaned in as he delivered it to them both, speaking her name into her open mouth.

Euphoria washed over her like never before. As Kagome surrendered to his demanding kiss, she imagined she could still taste her name on his tongue. Strong arms held her fast to him, his thick seed pulsing into the slim cavity between their bodies, her own much thinner fluids glossing the base of his shaft.

“5 to 3,” she sighed when he let her breathe at last, her expression turning sheepish as he fixed her with a sharp look. “…Er, it’s nothing.”

Some of the shampoo from his hair had transferred to her during this latest round of intimacy. Clawed fingers glided almost gently through a streak of lather on her chest—a moment before he plunged her entire body beneath the surface of the spring.

“Once—again,” Kagome rasped out angrily as she rose, water-logged and red in the face, “totally—uncalled for!”

But of course, Sesshoumaru was now underwater himself—heedless of her tirade and oblivious to her indignation. Briskly washing herself off for what would hopefully be the last time today, Kagome pulled herself up out of the pool and retrieved her towel.

Balled up as it had been, the terrycloth was still pretty damp from her hair washing earlier that afternoon. Teeth chattering, she cast a sly, appraising glance at the self-heated pelt lying close by. Sure enough, it was delightfully warm when she picked it up, pressing the stretch of downy fur to her chest.

Surprisingly absorbent, too, Kagome thought admiringly, drops of water wicking away from her breasts at once.

Humming to herself, she dried her arms and shoulders. As she brought the pelt low again, rubbing it over her stomach, the furry length moved of its own accord—curving deliberately  between her thighs.

“KYAAAHH!” Kagome screamed, flinging the lecherous pelt away from her.

“Miko,” Sesshoumaru said sternly from behind her.

Kagome turned to him at once, pointing accusingly at the now-listless train of fur. “That thing is a pervert—it’s official!”

“That thing,” the daiyoukai replied in a warning tone, “is the tail of this Sesshoumaru.”

“Y-your tail?”

The very end of said tail gave a decisive flick. Well—now it makes sense, Kagome thought flatly.

She was just reaching for her harmless human towel again when she felt a familiar presence approaching from above, Entei landing before her with the faintest clack of hooves a moment later. Straightening, Kagome planted her hands on her hips.

“And where in Kami’s name have you been?” she asked him narrowly.

The horse youkai gave her a decidedly withering look. Blushing, Kagome’s eyes flicked from her bare chest to the still stark-naked demon lord standing behind her.

…Somehow, he seemed even more intimidating without the clothes and armor on. As if reading her mind, Sesshoumaru smirked, Kagome tearing her eyes away from him with a huff. No need to stroke that huge ego of his—or anything else for that matter—any more than she already had.

“…Fair enough,” she muttered to Entei, slipping behind him as she looked around for her missing bra.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Lol couldn’t resist one last round for the road. 😉

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