A part of Kagome was downright terrified at the prospect of what he had in store for her. This was unknown territory—an act she’d never engaged in with Inuyasha, nor could even imagine engaging in with him. A frown creased her features at the thought. Her body shied away in reservation.

Releasing her hair, Sesshoumaru eased his hand down her spine and caught her twisting waist. “Lie still,” he spoke against the side of her throat.

His hips flexed forward slightly to breach her. Kagome whined in discomfort, even as the well of heat in her belly redoubled at the invasion. Slowly he eased the head of his erection inside her tight channel. A sharp gasp escaped her as her wet rim closed around the ridge in his flesh. She could feel her heartbeat pulsing around his buried tip. His low growl reverberated through her as he nuzzled the base of her neck before pushing on.

After every incremental advance, he paused to let her acclimate, but when he reached a point of resistance within her, Kagome went rigid. Her breath hissed out at the intense burning sensation. She struggled to keep her reiki under control as he pressed relentlessly on.

“No,” she grit out, starting to drag herself up and away. “This isn’t going to work.”

He was too big. She was too small. Whichever anatomical reason was more to blame, it had seemed—and now undeniably felt—physically impossible to undertake.

Catching her by the shoulder, Sesshoumaru halted his forward progress as he urged her back down. Breathing shallowly in aggravation and unease, Kagome curled her hands beneath her as he skimmed his palm along her back and sides. When he continued to remain still and only partially sheathed within her, she relaxed. Beneath the soothing warmth of his touch, her frozen muscles melted with a sigh.

Before she even realized it, she was grinding faintly back against him. Her hot open core wetted anew, her sexual appetite rekindling with a fervor. She wanted to feel him deeper now—needed to feel him deeper. But as she bore down on him, the burning returned—milder, but still decidedly unpleasant. Kagome whimpered in frustration.

“Are you in such a hurry?” he rumbled against her jawline, nipping her there. “Calm yourself.”

Calm was about the furthest thing from what she felt, when her whole body was aching to have him in her. Seeming to sense this, Sesshoumaru wedged his hand beneath her stomach. She had a fuzzy moment to wonder, before his touch met the sopping bit of flesh she was unconsciously rubbing against the floor. Kagome moaned in relief as his deft fingers caressed her, dipping into her front passage to coat her and stroke her around the sensitive periphery of her slit.

Soothed and absorbed by the pleasure of his touch, she scarcely noticed when the contracted ring of muscle in her rear relaxed, allowing him entry at last. It was only as her walls began to quiver around him that she realized just how deeply buried in her he was.

“Yes—oh, yes!” she gasped, spasming again as his girth compressed her from within.

Sparks of pleasure were igniting behind her open eyes, sending shockwaves through both her channels. A sound somewhere between a groan and a growl escaped Sesshoumaru as his hips came flush against her cheeks. Her orgasm thundered through her at the knowledge, at the sensation of being so wholly and intimately filled by him.

He was throttling her, and she was throttling him. His breath frayed to a ragged pant as the waves of her release rocked through him. Both of their pulses pounded inside her—a dissonant, erratic tattoo. When he pulled back against her gripping suction, she cried out. The bite of his fangs braced them both as he began to thrust in earnest.

Against that forbidden tightness, his first few shallow plunges were brutal, agonizing. Just as she started to think she could take no more of it, the grating pain mellowed. A mewl of relief escaped her.

It was a surreal sensation—a penetration far deeper than any she had ever felt before. As Sesshoumaru’s circuit lengthened, as his pace increased, she felt a tingling near-numbness overtake her. The echo of his thrusts against the anterior wall of her sex made her core flutter and weep all over again.

“Sesshoumaru…” she breathed out almost fearfully as he rammed into her. Her cheeks tensed at the indescribable flood of feeling. “Sesshoumaru!”

Snarling in response, he slammed his hips against her harder, wringing a high-pitched moan from her lips. Her back arched as he continued to pound her rear channel as hard as he’d pounded her sex, hollowing her out a little more with each thrust.

“Scream it,” he commanded her on a rough, strained growl. Kagome yelped as he steepened his angle within her. “Scream my name.”

As his name ripped from her throat, scalding heat flooded her insides. The sheer torrent of his release swept her over the edge once again. Tears streamed down her face as he continued to spend himself ferociously inside her. Her whole body shook, wracked with pain and pleasure both.

His brow fell to her throat. His arms banded around her as he stilled his hips. Keeping the brunt of his weight off her with his knees and elbows, he embraced her tightly until his breathing steadied and the pulses of his sex subsided. She whimpered as he pulled out of her—afraid now that the sexual high had faded that she would be left bleeding and torn.

But apart from a slight discomfort as he cleared her, she felt remarkably unscathed. Sighing tremulously, she rolled over as he dismounted her. She was listless as a doll when he gathered her to him and carried her with him out of the hut.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 9/16/22