Take…him?

Eyes going wide at the thought, Kagome submitted to Sesshoumaru’s brisk, tantalizing ministrations. His claw tips skirted and spread through her wetness, his fangs scraping over her belly and breasts. Her whole front was streaked and scratched with red, the insides of her thighs hopelessly drenched as her desire for him continued to spool out unchecked.

As his soaked claws rose up toward her shoulders, so did he. His gaze was mostly golden now as he shoved her up onto the smooth stone ledge behind her, Kagome’s legs parting reflexively before him. Yanking off his clothes, he glanced down at the shimmering cleft in her thighs before returning his eyes to hers.

“This will be painful for you,” he said as he stepped out of his hakama and into the gap between her knees. Glistening, the head of his erection nudged against her stomach, his hot, heavy length looming in the space between them, the mere sight of it filling her with trepidation. “But you must bear it.”

Fearfully, she looked up at him, her heart pounding wildly. “I don’t know…I don’t know that I can.”

She had longed for this, dreamed of this. But confronted with the sheer reality of him–the sheer size of him–Kagome was terrified. He was big–much too big. Surely, he understood this after touching her just now…there was absolutely no way on the gods’ green earth her slim opening could accommodate something like that.

Taking both of her wrists in his claws, Sesshoumaru placed her palms on his shoulders before reaching down to angle her hips. “Hold on to me.”

Whimpering, she curled her fingers over the ridge of his muscles as he guided himself to her entrance. She bit her lip at the first blunt press of him against her. Kagome was now keenly grateful he’d distributed her wetness–what felt like her whole lower half was caving in around him as he breached her that first inch. She whined low in her throat, his lengthening thumbnails biting into her waist as his gaze tinged red once again.

“So tight,” he growled, his simmering eyes closing briefly. His broad chest swelled as he re-thrust the very tip of him into her, making her gasp. “I could finish from this alone.”

Trembling, Kagome swallowed dryly, her heels hooking around the backs of his muscular thighs. “Don’t, please–keep going.”

His crimson eyes snapped to hers. She must be crazy–certifiably insane. Already she felt stretched to the limit by him, the fringes of her sex sizzling with pain–but it was nothing compared to the raw, aching inferno he’d ignited deep inside her with that single thrust.

One set of claws detached from her hip, flattening against her stomach as he leaned closer, the corner of his lips rising. “There was never any question of that.”

She cried out as he speared into her another few inches, her abdominals seizing beneath his touch. This was the furthest she had ever taken him before, and he hadn’t been nearly so unforgivingly hard and thick at the time. The pressure was staggering, her slick channel choked to bursting at the girth of him.

Her fingers curled pleadingly around his bicep, tears pricking in her eyes. “W-wait, Sesshoumaru…I–I can’t. I can’t take anymore.”

His tongue sliced along the wicked point of a fang, some of the ferocious heat bleeding from his eyes in turn. The cut seemed to sober him as he eased his bruising hold on her hip, his tail slipping behind her. Soft fur cushioned her lower back, the warmth of it soothing some of her tension. After a few moments, she could feel her taut walls relaxing around him, her breathing evening out as the pain began to subside.

All she felt now was an intense fullness, the feeling only intensifying further as he resumed his relentless course, penetrating her inch by tortuous inch. Her hands returned to his shoulders, urging him in, her hazy eyes falling to the junction of their bodies. It was surreal, seeing her flushed folds parted like rose petals around him, the blood-darkened length of his erection now mostly buried within her. Her walls clenched again–not merely from the force of his intrusion, but from the pressure of her own consuming lust.

There was maybe an inch or so left of him that remained outside of her. She was lying nearly on her back now in order to receive him, but even still, she seemed to have reached the physical limit of what she could take. Her palms fell to his marble chest, trying to still him, but he continued to push into her all the same, his gaze lightening once more as he hovered above her. A small, desperate sound escaped her–if he kept going like this, she was certain he’d split her in two.

Dark gold eyes fixed raptly on her face as he brought the pad of his thumb to the very top of her sex. “Open for me, Kagome,” he commanded lowly, caressing her there.

Waves of pleasure washed through her, numbing her to the pain. Impossibly deep within her, he settled at last. His slippery thumb glided away, her swollen lower lips kissing the base of his shaft.

She shivered at the ecstasy of having him sheathed entirely within her, his claws tracing a meandering path from her stomach to her breasts. He seemed as lost in the moment as she was herself–his hooded, amber gaze holding her captive completely.

So rapturously, perfectly full of him, Kagome couldn’t imagine any sensation better than this.

Then, he moved against her.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi