Sesshoumaru snarled as his knees hit the floor. With a sharp shredding sound, Kagome’s chest bindings ripped down along with him. Only the last few slim strips of cotton remained banded to her chest. The rest dangled limply about the peaked, quivering spill of her breasts. From his kneeling position, Sesshoumaru stared up at her, his animosity diminishing rapidly at the sight.

Sliding back until her shoulder blades hit the wall behind her, Kagome crooked up her splayed legs and curled her toes along the table edge. In this position, her strained panties stretched tighter still over the cleft of her sex, the scant bottoms disappearing altogether into the gap between her split, pillowed cheeks. Sesshoumaru’s eyes trained upon her with a fixation that could almost be mistaken for reverence—if he wasn’t so clearly squeezing his fist around his cock.

“You can stand up again,” Kagome said huskily to him, relishing the voluptuous stricture of her underwear and the palpable tension of his regard.

Sesshoumaru stood. Bracing his hands on either side of her, he leaned over, a glistening bead of precum dripping onto the slant of her midriff. As soon as it landed, Kagome vaporized it with her power, while Sesshoumaru snaked his claws around her ankle in her distraction. Jerking her foot free with a jolt of reiki, the miko scowled.

“Touch me again,” she warned him, “and you’ll live to regret it.”

Shaking off his singed claws, Sesshoumaru scowled back as he wrapped them slowly, one-by-one around the base of his shaft and stroked, never breaking eye contact with her for an instant. Maintaining it just as intently, Kagome trailed her fingers from the hollow of her throat to the hardened tip of a breast. Circling it lightly, she flicked her eyes down at last as Sesshoumaru did the same.

For a while she watched the course of his hand—watched his thick rigid shaft distend like a warped beam beneath the grating pressure he was exerting upon it, watched his swollen cockhead well and trickle at its slim divide, as his fraying youki ebbed and flowed around them both.

“Do you like watching me?” he rumbled. “I like watching you.”

“Do you,” Kagome said absently, her thoughts far away.

As though sensing this, Sesshoumaru demanded, “What are you thinking about?”

The miko’s glazed eyes rose to his, her hand stilling at her breast as she considered him. She’d never voiced her lurid inner musings to Inuyasha—the mere idea would never even have occurred to her. But this wasn’t some loving, mutually respectful relationship she was engaging in: this was nothing more than selfish, base fulfillment.

“Where I’m from, there’s a town called Kabukichou,” she began, resuming her languid caress as she watched a glittering drop of sweat thread down his chiseled chest. “It’s a red-light district—people go there for sex. You can buy whatever you want there; whoever you want. The clubs post pictures of the hostesses outside so you can see what you’re buying beforehand. You can pick and choose the girls like cuts of meat, and the price depends on the sex act.” Kagome’s eyes flicked to Sesshoumaru’s to find that he was studying her keenly as she spoke. “It’s not a place for kids, obviously—but one time a group of us went there anyway, to see a play for school. I got separated, wound up outside of some seedy strip-club. There were girls dancing near-naked behind these walls of glass. I don’t know how long I stood there and watched them before my sensei found me and dragged me away.”

Kagome’s hand descended from her breast to finger at the waistband of her panties instead. Sesshoumaru wasn’t stroking himself anymore—every ounce of his heated focus was riveted on her instead.

“All these years later,” Kagome murmured, “I’ve never stopped thinking about those girls, dancing behind the glass.”

There wasn’t a threat in the world that could have stopped Sesshoumaru from grabbing at her, as she slipped her hand beneath that taut, sheer triangle of fabric and tested her wetness with the tip of a finger.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi