Hand-in-hand, she walked with him through the twilit woods.

The air was an inky, brooding violet. A soft carpet of leaves blanketed the forest floor, whispering clandestinely at their approach. Skeins of mist chilled and wet the insides of her thighs, as though he had already kissed them there. Kagome moistened her lips in turn, anticipation pooling low in her belly as she glanced aside. Golden eyes held hers, the darkness mirrored in them sending a frission of primal arousal spiking through her.

As if of one mind, they drew to a stop in the moonlit clearing. She moaned into his mouth the moment his lips met hers, clawed hands pulling her into the solid warmth of his frame. Curling her fingers into his haori, she surrendered herself to him, her head lolling to the side as he fastened his mouth to the column of her throat. Heat flared into her collar. When he fit his fangs into the marking there, she gasped and arched against him.

Her hardened nipples chafed against the confines of her bra. Already his hands were beneath her skirt, his strong, sharp-tipped fingers cupping and squeezing. The thin crotch of her panties dampened, stretching deliciously taut. A short, panting breath stole from her as his thumb circled around and stroked the fleshy seam of her lower lips, his thick cock jabbing like a sword hilt into her stomach.

“Take these off,” he said gruffly, Kagome yelping as he yanked her underwear up at the front—the swollen folds of her sex spilling out around it.

Wetness smeared her inner thighs as she shucked her panties off. Trembling, she stood before him, her whole lower half pulsing with need.

“Get down on your knees,” he said.

Readily, she complied, a low growl leaving him as her lips brushed brazenly along his shaft in her descent. Inwardly, Kagome reveled at the sound, knowing the kind of rise this little act of rebellion would elicit in him. Her expression was contrite as his claws fisted in her hair, angling her face roughly up toward his. His features were shadowed, his amber eyes narrowed and searing.

Releasing her abruptly, he commanded, “Turn around and bend over.”

Kagome turned, scrambling over onto her hands and knees. With a little whimper, she offered herself wholly to him, a curl of wind licking against her exposed, teeming center. Youki thickened the air, electrified it. Her mouth went dry at his untamed power, the fine hairs on her arms standing on end. Her wet core gaped for him like a hungry mouth, the little pucker of flesh between her cheeks quivering as he spread them further apart. Which hole he would choose to take was anyone’s guess, and her stomach tightened with mingled lust and fear.

But it was her cunt he leveled the broad head of his sex against, air hissing through her teeth as he breached her there. The stretching discomfort of his invasion soon melted into pleasure. Groaning deep in her throat, she rocked back against him as he bottomed out within her. Her lips fell open, a feeling of indescribable fulfillment arresting her.

Her walls shivered around him as he gripped her hips and began to thrust. His demonic aura burned in her lungs, seared against her skin. Already she could feel herself peaking from the overwhelming flood of sensation, of violation—every instinct in her screaming that this was defilement, sacrilege.

Danger.

His thrusts grew wilder, rougher—sublime in their devastation. Her whole being was cinched hot and tight—a burning wire fit to snap. But she wanted more—needed more. Her power lashed against him, cutting whip-cords of reiki that had him snarling as they struck.

“Kagome…” he thundered in warning. “Kagome, stop.”

But she didn’t stop. Not even when his aura shifted, darkening to black. Adrenaline pounded like a drug through her veins. Years ago, before she had even known what real desire was, when she had looked upon him in his true demon form, she had felt it—this terrifying, exquisite thrill.

She felt it now as he roared behind her in bestial greed. Long razor claws cut into her, his ramming cock swelling inside her to the splitting point. Basking in the violence, the unchecked brutality, she rode the pain as hard as the pleasure—until she could bear no more, until her breath caught and her vision tunneled and she felt herself collapsing inward, spiraling in to that single point of absolute release.

She was almost there when his claws seized at her shoulders, driving her face-first toward the ground. Her pleasure broke as she crushed to the earth. She couldn’t breathe—she couldn’t even scream. Terror drowned her lungs as he held her there, his claws shearing deeply down her spine.

In her panic, reiki exploded from her—attempting to suppress him. But it was like throwing water on a wildfire. The storm of his aura smothered her own, as he was smothering her.

Blood flowed hot and fast down her sides, spilled out in a flood onto the ground below. Inside she was tearing, dissolving. With the last of her fading strength, she raised her head and looked back at her husband, horror widening her eyes at what she saw instead—

The feral, smirking form of the Beast himself.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi