But as the hours dragged on, the night remained as calm as ever.

From the open window, the last cold, dry gasp of winter rattled through the slats of the shutters. Turning over onto her side in the plush futon, Kagome scowled. Her fingers drummed impatiently on the tatami beside her bed, as she wondered what in the gods’ names was taking so damn long.

Surely every demon in the region had felt that barrier go down. Even if most human eyes couldn’t see it, Edo fortress was as blatantly exposed as if she’d ripped the skirt right off it. After so many months of holding the whole city out of reach of them, these youkai should be chomping at the bit to barge in and wreak havoc. It was like dangling a carrot before a horse.

So then, why weren’t they taking the bait?

Maybe, Kagome considered as she stewed, they were simply afraid to. Wary—she could believe it of the smarter ones, but as for the rest? Most youkai were base, aggressive creatures. Beasts without reason, fueled by bloodlust, hatred and greed. But even the lowest of animals could learn where not to tread, she supposed.

Once, Kagome would have been proud of driving them out, but now all she felt was remorse. It grieved her, the thought of what she was undertaking to do, by inviting demons into this holy place. This great sanctuary of Edo, which was in so many ways the shrine of her regrets.

To tear down any part of what she had suffered to raise up seemed wrong to her, deeply wrong—yet it seemed even worse to let all of Edo be taken from her and twisted into something else. Already that process had begun, and she was to blame for it. She had acted out of desperation, inviting in a man like Ren. That had been her mistake. Now, like excising a cancerous growth, the only right thing she could do was to remove him, painful and messy though it would be.

Quashing the last pangs of her conscience, Kagome set her mind to the task at hand.

She needed another diversion. To rile these demons into attacking, she would have to get riled-up herself.

The guard was still with her, still watching. He liked to watch her—this Kagome sensed. Moistening her lips, she reached across the space between her bed and the reed mat beside it, and gave its dozing occupant a shake.

“Kanako-chan? Kanako-chan…”

“…Kagome-sama?” the waif whispered back, smothering a yawn behind her hand. “Is something the matter?”

Scooting over, Kagome made a place for her on the futon and patted. “Come here. Lie next to me.”

“Are you cold, Kagome-sama?” Kanako asked, as she slipped into the bed beside her with a shiver.

Kagome could feel the cool graze of Kanako’s bare leg against hers, the meager warmth emanating from her closeness. “…A little.”

There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Kanako’s skinny frame—if anyone should be feeling cold in this room, it should be her. And maybe she did. Because as she inched closer, Kagome could feel the hard tiny points of those girlish breasts chafing against her. In the slim space between them on the silken pillow, their breaths mingled together, balmy and dense.

Mayuri’s breath had been sweet, but Kanako’s smelled like nothing at all. Mayuri’s mouth had been lush, full-lipped and tender. The line of Kanako’s lips was spare and firm, yet it yielded beneath Kagome just the same, as she pressed the girl down into the mattress and wedged a knee between hers.

“…Kagome-sama!” Kanako gasped out, breathy and faint, when Kagome’s mouth parted briefly from hers. “Oh, Kagome-sama, please…please, kiss me again…”

Spindly fingers clutched at her, tangled in the waves of her fallen hair. The miko’s eyes slid aside in the darkened room, as she heard the sound of armored joints subtly shifting. She crushed her lips to Kanako’s again, and the girl arched into her like an alley cat, keening low in her throat.

Kagome screwed her eyes shut, willed herself to forget the thin watery taste on her tongue. In her mind, the mouth beneath hers was rich and dusky like wine. The breasts pillowed against her were full and soft; the hips urging up into hers ample, womanly. It was a pair of smooth, creamy thighs that parted so voluptuously beneath the upward slide of her own. The hot slick core that opened against her skin was the one she ached to fill with her questing fingers, ached to taste as she sucked the wet honeyed tips of them into her mouth without breaking their lips completely.

The brand of a heated stare bore into Kagome’s back. But the one watching them from the shadows was not the guard. The one whose armor was shifting so he could grasp at his cock—this was not a man at all. Those heated eyes were golden, tingeing red with a fervor that raised gooseflesh on her arms.

“…Kagome-sama…Oh, Kagome-sama, please…”

The miko’s brow creased. Was it a dream or a memory?—the memory of a dream? Whatever it was, she decided it didn’t matter. The yearning she felt was urgent and real.

“‘Kagome’…” she murmured against that luscious mouth. “Just call me ‘Kagome,’ okay?”

The steam from the hot bath misted their bodies, flecked them with diamond droplets that melded with the sweat beading on their flushed naked skin. Sprawled out on the stone floor beneath her, Mayuri smiled up at her, decadent and slow.

“…Kagome.” Brown eyes the color of cinnamon held hers, heavy-lidded and glazed with longing. As Kagome caressed her again, they seemed to darken further. “Ah, that feels so—so good…don’t stop, Kagome…please, don’t stop…”

Passion boiled in her blood, steeped low in her belly. “Oh, Mayuri…promise me…promise me you’ll come with me…”

“I promise…”

“…I want that more than anything.”

“I want it, too…”

Kagome wanted to possess her in earnest, wanted to fuck her senseless. The frustration she felt that she couldn’t do so was burning her up, driving her to madness as she hauled them both upright. Threading her legs through Mayuri’s, she pulled them flush together, devoured that sweet open mouth as the swollen peaks of their mounds collided—slipping, grinding, stoking them both into a frenzy of reckless need…

An aura of lust so violent and strong it radiated outward, setting fire to all it touched.

From the shadows she could sense it, that unbridled sear of youki spiking in response, flaring up all around them as Mayuri seized her around the shoulders, as Kagome gripped her back by the nape while her vision tunneled and her breath drew short and the whole world thundered and shook like it was caving in around them—

“KYAAAAAAH!” Kanako screamed, her expression torn between rapture and terror.

Panting in exertion, Kagome whipped her head around toward the window so fast she felt faint. She could feel it even before she heard or saw it—the horde of youkai that had descended upon Edo fortress.

Above the roaring in her ears, there was the clang of swords from outside, the shouts of panicked soldiers, the howl and screech of demoniacal rage and glee—

Kagome’s eyes flashed to the guard who’d righted his groin plate in a rush and was now hastening to draw his sword. Glancing between her and the door, he stood frozen, his features screwed up in clear deliberation as to whether he should stay or go.

“KAGOME-SAMA SAVE ME!” Kanako wailed again, burying her face in the miko’s neck as the floor beneath them gave a dreadful, portentous quake.

Gritting her teeth at the surge of youki racing toward them, Kagome deflected its course just before impact. In a shower of earth and splintered wood, the floorboards beyond them exploded upward like a bomb had gone off from below. Bits of shrapnel scored across the arm Kagome had lifted to shield her face. Lowering it, she eyed the demon that had blasted into view. Dripping thick with slime, the massive grub-like youkai towered over her, crazed and hissing poison through its rings of concentric fangs.

Miko... it seemed to seethe, as it reared back like a striking snake.

Turning the glob of liquid venom on her shoulder into mist, Kagome raised a hand as the demon came plunging down upon her. Light flared along the paths of her extended fingers. The demon screeched in agony as it met this constellation of radiance head-on, reiki coursing down the length of its body like fire down a line of kerosene.

Reduced to a thick coil of ash, the youkai corpse fell sluggishly, collapsing into the pit it had created and filling the room with a dense, grimy haze. Kanako whimpered, wheezing. Coughing against her sleeve, Kagome pulled her skewed robe back over her heaving breasts.

After a moment, the haze began to clear. On trembling legs, the miko stood. Wiping the trickle of blood from her nose, she frowned toward the guard, who lay still and crumpled by the doorway, a spear of broken wood impaling him through the chest.

“K-Kagome-sama…” Kanako said faintly, gripping Kagome by the sash of her robe. “…I am so frightened…”

“You’ll be fine, Kanako-chan. Just stay close to me.” Steepling her hands to her chest, the miko masked her presence as she looked to the busted, tottering door. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

I was originally gonna split this one into two posts, but I didn’t see a good midpoint to pause at in this scene – next week’s posts may come a little later as a result, but hopefully y’all enjoyed the longer update <3 Have a great weekend!

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