In the soft darkness of early morning, Kagome stirred awake. The warm, solid body beneath hers shifted. Sliding out of her, Sesshoumaru started to rise. With a small, sleepy sound of protest, Kagome snagged at his hair. Detaching her tangled fingers from him, he draped her in his voluminous fur and pressed her back down to the mattress.

Mollified by the gesture, Kagome relaxed into the bedding as he continued on his way. At least if he was leaving his precious pelt with her, she knew for certain he would be coming back. As she burrowed deeper into the downy fluff, a surreal sensation of calm washed over her. In a few moments, she was slumbering once again.

Some hours later, her lashes fluttered open at the bright, mid-morning sunlight warming her face. The savory scents of food caused her waking stomach to grumble. Sitting up, she held Sesshoumaru’s pelt close around her as she glanced over. Yet another gratuitous breakfast spread had been laid out near the hearth. Her gaze touched to it briefly before settling on the one who’d procured it.

“Where do you keep getting this stuff from, anyway?” she mumbled.

She scratched idly at a flake of dried blood on her neck—surprised to find the scarred skin beneath it unbroken. Golden eyes considered her over the rim of a cup.

“A human castle, not far from this village,” Sesshoumaru replied. His colored lids descended as he took a drink. “The servants there have been most eager to oblige me.”

Kagome’s expression flattened. She could imagine…

His glinting eyes smoldered as he set the cup aside and extended a clawed hand toward her. “Come here, now, and join me.”

Kagome’s stomach fluttered at the faint, commanding rumble in his voice. Still clutching his fur about her—though it seemed to be more or less clinging to her of its own accord—she got up from the bedroll and padded over to him. Dressed but unarmored, he sat before the tiered, ornate trays with one leg bent and the other crossed casually beneath it. Refilling the cup, he handed it to her as she lowered herself to his side.

Hesitating a moment, she drank from his cup. The act struck an unbidden chord of memory within her. A prickle of unease accompanied it, as he watched her in obvious satisfaction.

Reddening a little under the intensity of his regard, Kagome directed her attention toward the assortment of dishes instead. She wasn’t particularly astonished to find the selection skewed toward the items she’d preferred from yesterday. Similarly struggling to find it a coincidence, she saw that her absolute favorites were positioned off to his far side—conveniently out of her reach. Kagome slanted him a glance, but as usual, he was cool and inscrutable as a sphinx. His lambent gold eyes followed her unblinking, as she picked up the first dish in front of her.

Eventually, she had no choice but to reach across him to get at the really good stuff. As she leaned over, he pulled her swiftly into his lap. The coils of fluff that had been preserving her modesty slipped traitorously from her to pool on the floor. Naked, she squirmed in his hold, stilling abruptly as he drew her back into him and she felt just how hard he was.

Her spine bowed at the insistent jab of him. Curved around her, his left hand grasped her by the swell of her hip. The claws of his right hand grazed tantalizingly across her chest. Slipping a chunk of roast chicken from a skewer, he pressed it to her lips. Kagome flushed from the tops of her breasts to the roots of her hair. Her pulse skittered as he pushed the meaty morsel into her mouth, making her teeth and tongue tug it free from the vise of his claws. Her nipples hardened as his slick fingers trailed down her chin. His clawtips caught against her lower lip before repeating the process all over again.

Arousal simmered low within her as he continued to feed her one lingering bite at a time. Pausing to let her lick his claws clean to the base, he smoothed his other hand from her hip to her mound. His claws scratched lightly through the dusting of her curls before cupping roughly around her. Kagome started at the harsh grab. The fingers in her mouth plunged deeper as he divided her lower lips and exposed her drooling core to the air.

“Are you thirsty, Kagome?” he rumbled, as her parched throat gasped for breath.

Her backside ground up against the unyielding beam of his cock, wetting him through the silk of his hakama. Pointedly ignoring her lower half’s desperate advances, he pulled his damp fingers out of her mouth and raised a cup of water to her dry lips instead. Tilting it back, he poured the contents slowly into her. Her throat worked carefully to swallow the water down without choking—a task made considerably more difficult when the hand not feeding her began to plumb her other wet end.

Kagome bucked, spluttering, as his thumb finally engaged her, mashing the needy little bud at her apex. Water spilled from the corner of her mouth, splashing down onto her chest as he steered her face toward his. As his tongue flicked out to rasp the thin stream away, she turned and caught his lips with hers. Fiercely, ravenously, she kissed him. The cup clattered to the floor as she knocked it aside in her furor and fit his empty palm to her dampened breast instead. Her fingers seized at the ones wedged between her thighs, urging them harder and faster over her starving nerves.

“Have you had your fill?” he asked her lowly when she paused to break for air. The wry shimmer of heat in his eyes made her want to skin him alive.

Growling in annoyance, she wrestled out of his lap. The empty breakfast dishes careened halfway across the room as she swept them aside—along with her nagging skepticism. She wasn’t sure what game he was playing at, and right now she didn’t care. But she was done being toyed with, just the same. Back to him still, she dropped down before him on all fours, showing him exactly which part of her hadn’t had its ‘fill.’

“No more teasing,” she panted out, glaring back at him. “No more innuendo.” Spreading her legs open wider, she cut straight to the heart of the matter. “Are you going to fuck me or not?”

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 9/13/22