Fairytale romances were overrated.

Kagome gasped in pure exhilaration as Sesshoumaru pulled her back to his chest, the hard evidence of his arousal already lancing into her from behind. Her whole body sparked at the contact, a simmer of heat wending its way between her clamped, tensing thighs. As his arms tightened around her, her nipples strained through the light silk of her dress, her left breast already on the verge of total exposure after her earlier attempts to disrobe.

Smoothing now across her bare collarbone, his claws traced up along the column of her throat and gripped her firmly beneath the chin. Tilting back her head, he buried his nose in her hair and scented her deeply, his furled claws denting her cheeks.

“Kagome,” he rumbled against her ear, his hand falling from her face and returning to her naked left shoulder. “Prepare yourself.”

She had time to feel a prickle of fear before both sets of his claws were ripping her dress open at the collar. A short cry escaped her as he wrenched the tight sheath of fabric down around her. Her breasts spilled out, the torn neck of her kimono binding her arms tightly to her sides. Sweeping back her thick, wavy tresses, Sesshoumaru crushed his burning lips to her neck, one hand easing down her chest as the other closed about her throat again.

“You will yield to me.” His thumbnail pricked her pulse as he seized her right breast, her full, fettered flesh squeezing through the gaps in his claws. “You will yield everything to me.”

“Ah!”

Sharp nails raked across her nipple as he turned her suddenly, his hot fanged mouth descending to her chest instead. Youki welled and surged around her, crackling darkly, headily, against her skin. Ruthlessly, he bit and tasted her, her nipples chafing at the scratch and pull of his teeth, her soft creamy flesh reddening beneath the relentless grating stroke of his tongue. Bright crimson bands formed around her arms from the stricture of her dress, her taut muscles bruising as she strove in vain to reach for him, to anchor herself somehow against the devastating onslaught of his lips and fangs and tongue.

But all she could do was tremble and moan, helplessly suspended in the pleasure he was unleashing upon her. In all their previous encounters, he had been holding back. She hadn’t fully realized it at the time, but now she knew–this was what it meant to be with a demon.

This was what it meant to be with Sesshoumaru.

Her core wept in bliss, another cry tearing from her lips as his fangs pierced the underside of her breast. He sucked greedily at the punctures, his claws hooking into the bunched front of her dress and shearing it through as he sank. He was on his knees before her now, but she was the one at his mercy.

Hot blood dribbled down her ribs, her hands grasping desperately at his shoulders as her lungs heaved and her tattered dress fell away from her at last. His lips gleamed red–his eyes as well. Meeting hers, they narrowed, the point of his tongue chasing a bead of blood to the crease of her inner thigh. She jerked at the friction against her delicate skin, Sesshoumaru’s claws digging into her hips even more fiercely to still her.

His ragged breath fanned lower still, stirring the soft curls dusting her sex. Her twitching fingers clutched at his hair, the silky strands twisting in her hold as his tongue rasped along the seam of her shuttered thighs. Roughly, he laved at her mound, Kagome trembling as her curls dampened and slicked back, his tongue wedging further in, grazing the hood of her swollen nub just barely through her cleft.

The urge to have that roving tongue inside of her was overwhelming. Whimpering, Kagome struggled to open her legs, but his tail had her snared shut, the long furred length coiled tightly around her from ankle to knee. He had her trapped precisely how he wanted her, and when she did part for him, it was only because his stony hands slid around her and opened her from behind.

“Sesshoumaru!” she yelped as the cool air hit her dripping sex, her body hunching against him.

As one hand held her backside elevated and split, the claws of his other tested her wetness. The pads of his fingers skated along the glazed seal of her outer lips, passing with brutal casualty over her teeming core. Agonized, Kagome tried to grind back against him, desperate to feel his touch within her, her efforts earning her a growl and a nip to the breast.

“Tonight,” he said darkly, his scintillating gaze pinning hers, “you will take me inside you first.”

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi