Kagome dug her nails into the rough, craggy tree bark. Holding her gaze all the while, Sesshoumaru plundered the girl’s open mouth, the points of his fangs glaring bone-white as he raked and thrust his tongue inside her. Wide brown eyes glistened in shock, the girl’s fists curling helplessly against his armored chest as she whimpered.

Even as a married woman, this oral onslaught struck Kagome as excessive and obscene. Tearing her eyes away from the gratuitous display, the miko ducked back behind the pine tree a moment to get her bearings. After taking a deep, steadying breath, she re-emerged to find that Sesshoumaru’s mouth had descended to the girl’s throat, and his searing eyes were thankfully closed once more.

It was a moment of relief that evaporated in quick succession—as he ripped open the front of the girl’s yukata and bared half her chest to the air. Clutching at his shoulders, the teenager released a short startled cry at this sudden exposure. Her nipple peaked between the squeezing cage of his claws, a high-pitched moan tearing from her throat as he dipped his head and rasped his tongue over her puckered flesh.

Kagome’s stomach clenched as his eyes met hers again, piercing and intent. Flicking the girl’s overwrought nipple once more, he sliced apart her obi, catching hold of her retreating hip as she shyly attempted to hide her naked sex from his view. Sesshoumaru freed the girl’s imprisoned breast as he released Kagome at last from his stare, scoring his claws lightly down the flinching plane of the teenager’s stomach before shoving her to the ground.

The miko pressed her palm briefly to her brow, shielding her eyes as she heavily breathed. This was proving harder to watch than she’d anticipated. Her shoulders tensed at the dampened sound of armor clanging to the needle-strewn earth, the girl’s anxious panting shaming Kagome back into action. Steeling herself, she dropped her hand from her face and resumed her wary vigil.

Naked from the waist up, Sesshoumaru had turned his partner so that her back was to Kagome—the miko’s path of vision perfectly aligned with the face he’d buried between the girl’s quivering thighs. Lying prone beneath him, she gasped and convulsed like a fish on land, straining against the claws that fixed her inescapably in place. The miko could see little more than the small dark thatch of her curls, but from the way her hips were bucking and jerking, Kagome had a pretty good idea of just what Sesshoumaru was doing to her—and where.

The girl’s eyes were misty and wild, a riot of confusion and arousal that Kagome recognized keenly. Brimming in that tumultuous look was a strange and new sort of terror, enticing and alarming all at once. She remembered her first time with Inuyasha—even slowed and softened by love, nothing could have prepared her for the raw, visceral shock of those sensations.

It was a profound mystery, how fear could turn to pleasure. Women in particular seemed wired for it. Riveted, Kagome watched this transformation unfold before her eyes, the girl’s frightened whines mellowing to breathy groans. The hips that had shirked from Sesshoumaru now began to seek him, to strive toward something that was still abstract and intangible in her mind. The barest shadow of an idea—a goal without form or substance, which became clear only by achieving it. But Kagome could see the comprehension dawning in her eyes, hear it in the hitch of her breath—as Sesshoumaru broke from her and dashed his claws against a sunken stone.

His deadly long nails blunted with a spark. Cupping her with one hand, he silenced her with the other, the girl’s eyes screwing shut as she was forced to swallow back her frustrated moans. Lips still gleaming wet with her juices, Sesshoumaru glared straight ahead as he bent and flexed his invading fingers, plying both women apart at the seams.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi