The first few thrusts were excruciating.

Kagome’s hands flew to Sesshoumaru’s in a panic, her fingers hooking desperately through his own. It felt like he was carving her out from the inside. Her spine went rigid. She tried to scoot away, to retreat from him, but the claws curved at her breasts prevented it.

Mewling pitifully, she gazed up at him in watery hurt, his heated golden eyes staring back down at her, unmoved. She really had no choice but to lie there and take it–and strangely enough, as she resigned herself to this knowledge and did just that, the acute, grating agony began to soften and smooth.

Her stiff spine relaxed, her pangs of discomfort mellowing into something else entirely. Seeming to sense this change, Sesshoumaru increased the span and pace of his thrusts. Her core rippled at the plunging sensation, dull waves of pleasure coursing through her along the path of his striving sex.

She moaned, her fingers only limply threaded through his now. Her hands slipped listlessly to her chest as his claws withdrew, scratching down her body on their way to her hips. With a guttural growl, he hauled her lower half over the end of the ledge, Kagome gasping sharply as the full front of his pelvis crushed against her.

Her eyes fluttered shut, one furled hand rising to her mouth as she reveled in the crash of his hips. Each jarring stroke sent shockwaves through her backside and groin, her peaked breasts rocking with the motion as she bit down on a knuckle and opened her eyes again.

His own golden gaze was riveted on her, devouring her reactions as he shifted his hips and arced into her, striking a point within her that she didn’t even know existed. Her back bowed with a cry, pleasure spiking through her. Her heels dug into the edge of the stone platform, trying to gain some additional leverage, trying to open herself to him even more.

Mesmerized, she watched the clench of his ripped abs as he drove into her, veins standing out on his powerful arms as he clutched her at the waist and thigh. His skewed bangs dipped jaggedly into his roiling eyes, his jaw locked tight with what she could only assume was iron-clad restraint. The slight, frayed broadening of his markings was the only indication that he was on the cusp of surrendering to his baser instincts once again.

The thought filled Kagome with sudden, primal need. Cupping a heaving breast in her palm, she bent her nails into the tender swell for purchase and rasped out his name on a plea.

“Sesshoumaru…”

His eyes narrowed at her plaintive tone, the claws at her waist curling forbiddingly against her. He probably thought she was going to beg him to ease up, but nothing could be further from the truth.

“…Harder,” she panted out instead.

He stilled, his gaze darkening. She had time to glimpse a flash of red before he ripped her from the ledge and threw her face down onto the bed of furs. She made a sound of protest at her sudden emptiness–the sound abruptly dying in her throat as his flaring youki hit her like a whip-crack.

“On your knees,” he snarled, already dragging her up by the hips.

Kagome’s heart skittered as her palms flew out to brace her. His dark desire wreathed around her, stoking her own, even as she felt a distinct thrill of fear at being in such a vulnerable position. It was nerve-wracking, not being able to gauge his expression as he drew flush against her, his torrid hardness laid like a brand across the length of her prone, needy sex.

A clawed hand to the middle of her back forced her down into an arch. “So,” he seethed, his claws sliding forward and fisting in her hair, “you wish for this Sesshoumaru to rut you like a bitch in heat.”

He sounded coldly furious–and maybe on some level he was–but Kagome could feel his anticipation rising along with his body as he stabbed into her to the hilt, making her flinch and whine. His grip tightened in her hair, his whole intimidating weight leaning into her as his tail wedged beneath, lifting her up so high against him that her knees almost left the pelts.

…If someone had told Kagome when she’d first crossed paths with Inuyasha’s stone cold killer of an older brother, that a mere two years from then she’d be having wild, animalistic intercourse with him, she would have laughed out loud because clearly that person was off their rocker.

But it was clear now that the only person out of their mind was Kagome herself–all of Sesshoumaru’s dirty talk and rough handling driving her right out of her senses. He hadn’t phrased rutting her as a question, but Kagome nodded eagerly beneath his grip all the same as she reared boldly back against him.

The daiyoukai hissed in a breath as he wrenched her up by the nape, his ruby red eyes boring into hers. “Careful, girl, or I will break you.”

Flushed and drunk with longing, she lowered her lashes at him in invitation. “That’s fine.”

His lip curled, a low chuckle escaping him as he forced her back down and began to pound into her in earnest. Kagome’s breath was knocked from her lungs, little choked sounds of pained pleasure escaping her. She buried her white-knuckled fingers into his tail, trying not to bite her tongue as he slammed into her harder and harder, making her buck and shout and wonder if he might really break her after all.

“Ah! Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru–”

Each time she yelled out his name, he seemed to become a little more unhinged. His feral claws cut into her as he growled, his tight heavy balls smashing punishingly–exquisitely–against her teeming bundle of nerves. Her backside and thighs were red-hot and stinging, but she registered this only distantly as an almost unbearable pleasure built within her. Her whole body quaked with it, her weak forearms going out from underneath her, his name leaving her as less of a cry now and more of a whimpered prayer.

But dealing with a demon, she should have known better, because it was at that moment when she felt her whole sane universe on the verge of collapsing into a chaos of senseless bliss, that Sesshoumaru pulled out of her completely.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Lol this is becoming like the Lord of the Rings of sexcapades… 😉