Kagome felt, rather than saw, Sesshoumaru’s shadow falling over her. Her spread sex tingled in anticipation as he settled behind her. Her breath hitched at the rustle of his silk clothes falling away. The unexpected draft of his breath over her exposed, dripping slit made her tense from her head to her toes.

“Is this what appeals to your nature, Kagome?” he murmured. His tongue flicked lightly—tortuously—over the satiny hood of her clit. His claws ghosted along her sides, smoothing to the center of her back. “…It appeals to mine.”

She barely had the breath to scream as he bowed her chest to the floor and drove into her to the hilt. White-hot pain lanced through her for a terrifying instant—then extinguished as abruptly as though she’d been doused in a river of ice. Shivering, she wondered dimly at this—wondered how she hadn’t been split in two by his battering ram of a cock. But all she could feel was the fullness, the exquisite pressure of him, as her body bent before him in steep, spine-curling submission.

“What else appeals to your nature?” he growled out as he pounded ruthlessly into her.

One set of his claws slid up from her back to part her stinging cheeks that much further. As the rough pad of his thumb swiped over her slickened little hole, Kagome groaned shamelessly. Her walls tightened around him in a perilous cinch. Arching her back somehow more, she thrust her ass up toward him, wordlessly begging for him to touch her there again.

“Another desire we share,” Sesshoumaru rumbled darkly as he pulled abruptly out of her and pinned her flat to the floor.

Kagome whimpered. Her heart hammered between her crushed breasts. Her whole lower half throbbed furiously from neglect. Wedging her legs roughly open at the knee, Sesshoumaru settled between them. Clawed fingers pulled her ass cheeks apart as he buried his face there and licked.

Kagome jerked. Her nails scrabbled for purchase against the worn wooden planks. Madly he laved at her rear entrance, the rough thrusting glide of his tongue spotting her vision as she trembled and moaned at the onslaught of almost unbearable pleasure. Wetness flowed freely from her core, beading at the swollen tip of her sex before stringing down to the floor.

Currents of youki surged, darkening the air. A true tendril of fear wended through her as the claws caging her hips lengthened and curved. His weight increased against her. His fangs grew along the insides of her split cheeks. Partially transformed, Sesshoumaru shoved his enlarged tongue within her, stretching her open as his thick, super-slick saliva coated her from the inside out.

As his youki withdrew and he returned to his human-like state, Kagome released a breath of tension she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding—a tension that returned ten-fold when he leaned over her and set the huge head of his erection against her heavily-lubricated hole.

“You are unclaimed here, are you not?” he demanded. Kagome shuddered as he began to press into her, his hand fisting in her hair. “Has my brother had you in this way?”

Whimpering, Kagome gave her head a tiny shake. The pressure at her back entrance was colossal, all-consuming. She writhed against it, uncertain if she liked it or hated it. Uncertain if she could bear for it to continue—

Or if she could bear for it to stop.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 9/16/22