WARNING: Filthy, smutty shenanigans with just a smidge of plot 😉

 

Other than suggesting they take a bath, Hirokin had yet to say anything in response to Kagome’s heated confessions. She didn’t know what to make of that, except to figure he was plotting how best to twist her words to his advantage. Even if what she’d confessed unbidden to him was true, she couldn’t believe she’d given him that kind of leverage against her.

She’d have to think how to counteract this. How to crush him back down to size.

Through the warm fragrant water, he drew her to him. She scowled at the gloating aura emanating from him. Pointedly, she glared aside, trying her best to give him the cold shoulder. 

But this was difficult with the smooth hot planes of his torso crushing into her from behind. The filigree of jeweled scales at his groin chafed deliciously into her backside. The serpentine winding of his arms around her breasts and hips was as sultry as his youki coiling about them through the balmy water of the pool. The gossamer drift of his hair clung to her neck and shoulders like so many tendrils of ghostly, glowing silk.

Here, Hirokin was in his element. Every fiber of his being was electrified. Kagome had realized this peculiarity about him early on in their acquaintance. Despite his seemingly weak appearance for a daiyoukai, he could channel an ocean’s worth of power using his body as a sort of living conduit. That he’d maneuvered her here to play to his strong suit went without question. In the water he was practically invincible. 

Godlike, almost, and insufferable because of it. All the more reason for her to stand her ground here against him—so to speak, anyway. At her back she sensed him raring, metaphorically poised to strike. 

“If you love me, my lady,” he said against the side of her throat, “then that must mean you’ve forgiven me.”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, Hirokin.” Her eyes cut back to him with a warning flash. “It’s dangerous to jump to conclusions, you know.”

He smiled at a viperous slant, sliding his hand down her belly. “At some point one must make the leap, or be left holding his cock in his hand.”

“I thought that was your style,” Kagome said, squirming when he slipped his fingers between her thighs. 

“Evidently not.”

He peeled apart her puffy folds, sealed shut by his seed. His questing touch was so different from Sesshoumaru’s. Indolent in a way that Kagome found uniquely titillating. Aloof somehow, without the flames of lust to stoke it into the heated pawing she was accustomed to. Tracing over her hot inner lips, skirting the tender mouth of her sex, it was as if Hirokin was merely curious to test their heat and texture. Idly, he plumbed her sticky channel clean. One slender finger, then two. Then three, steepled together, stretching her experimentally wide and searching her inquisitively deep.

It was maddening.

“…What the fuck are you doing in there,” Kagome bit out, flushed and breathless, “mining for gold?”

When the pad of his thumb swirled over the hood of her clit, she hissed in a breath. Giving her teeming bundle of nerves another stroke, Hirokin chuckled.

“Simply wondering what else I can tease out of you…” Ribbonlike, his tongue flicked over the virulent green punctures at the base of her throat. “…Kagome-sama.”

Practically invincible, she reminded herself. At Hirokin’s provocation, Sesshoumaru’s youki roiled within her like a bottled storm.

Darkly, she murmured, “Do you want to know?”

Hirokin stilled. A bit warily, he said to her back, “Know what, my lady?”

“How it felt to be pierced by him.”

Hirokin was silent for a moment. Raptly silent. Kagome smiled to herself, knowing that she had him.

“Tell me,” he said. When she said nothing back, he added, slightly rasping, “Please.”

“Words are cheap. You of all people can appreciate that.” After a beat, just long enough for her to savor him writhing, she said, “So, you really want to know?”

“Gods fucking above,” Hirokin seethed, before he composed himself. “…Yes.”

Against her he was raging hard. The beam of his cock wedged hotly between her cheeks. If she scooted up a bit, she could be sitting on it. With the way he’d been riling her up, Kagome was sorely tempted. She turned in the circle of his arms instead. 

Meeting his slitted blue stare, she placed a hand to his stony chest. Her touch trailed down. His cock jumped against her wrist when her hand came to settle just above it, low on his smooth hard stomach. Maybe on some shred of suspicion, he grasped her by the hips—

Just as her reiki speared into him, pinning him to the ledge behind them.

Suddenly earthbound, he gaped at her. His slit pupils went childishly wide. Gutted, he struggled to reform around the spike of pure holy power running him through. With the turn of her hand, the glowing spike twisted in him. Ruthlessly, she scourged his insides, grating past muscle, viscera and bone. Assailing him deep at the core.

“Now you know,” she said, smiling ruefully when he gave a bloody gasp. “How it feels to be claimed by him.”

“…Kagome…” he choked out, as if it was the only word left to him.

“What.”

Hirokin shuddered, paling as he closed his eyes. Blood wept in a torrent from the gash she’d opened in him.

“…I…”

Kagome never would have believed it, if she hadn’t felt the hot spurting sear of him coming against her thigh. In her shock, her reiki dispelled. Threads of crimson spooled freely from Hirokin’s lips. He sagged, whether more from pain or pleasure who could say.

Kagome’s mouth twisted. “You,” she said, pushing away from him as he revived, “are sick in the head.” When he just gave a rusty, hacking laugh, she drifted back. “You really like that, being skewered like a worm?”

“More than that,” he said, catching and turning her so her back was to his chest again. “I love it. I love you, you sadistic cunt.” Feverishly, he kissed her throat, the side of her face. “Desecrate me, Kagome-sama. Pillage my flesh. Make me your bloody, gaping slut.”

“Ugh,” Kagome said, wriggling in his hold. “Lay off.”

“How could you have known? No, you couldn’t have.”

“What are you babbling about now? And stop pinching my clit so hard. It hurts.”

Soothing absently over her angry little nub, Hirokin murmured, “I was scarcely more than a boy, when he made me come like that. Do you want to hear how, my lady?” Before Kagome could even answer, he continued, “An altercation. He wanted my mother’s necklace, but I wouldn’t hand it over. He took it from me by force, of course.

“With the tines of its crystals he stabbed me through the chest, grinding so hard against the bone, the muscle of my heart. Such sublime tyranny. My cock bled out of its own accord. I couldn’t help it, I was overcome. I came for him so desperately, and he couldn’t have cared less.” Her ribs cracked audibly as Hirokin squeezed her around the middle. “With how keen his nose is, he must have known. But it was nothing to him. Nothing. All he said was for me to clean up the mess I’d made. Ha ha ha…”

“…Hirokin,” Kagome wheezed.

Loosening his grip on her, he said, “No, you could not have known, except by divine intuition. As if any more proof was needed that you are destined to be the doom of me.”

“For fuck’s sake,” Kagome muttered, catching her breath. “You’re exhausting. Chill out.”

Against her back, Hirokin seemed to sober. “I’ve displeased you.”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“Tired.” He hooked a hand beneath her thigh, pulling it up and open so that his cockhead pressed to her slick, exposed center. “I see, my lady. Well, that’s a shame.”

Kagome ground her teeth. “It’s been a long night.”

“Yes,” he said, easing into her, making her walls luxuriously stretch. “Such a long night.”

The water rippled around them, an enchanted tide. Waves of pleasure coursed through her, heady and warm. Tendrils of youki teased at her nipples, her clit, the insides of her thighs. Thick and tapered like the tip of a tail, a spectral watery appendage plied at the tiny hole between her cheeks. Letting her head loll back against his shoulder, she kept herself perfectly lax while he fucked her with a finesse that had her insides cinching from the start. In that same flowing rhythm, he pulled out of her, seamlessly re-sheathing into her readied rear entrance.

“But you see, my lady, I was hoping the night would last a little longer yet.”

Kagome moaned, spreading her legs for the thick coil of youki that now fucked her in time with his fluid thrusts into her ass. 

“What do you say, Kagome-sama?” Hirokin asked her, his voice like liquid sin. “Wouldn’t you like to try that other cock with me?”

“Mm,” Kagome managed, so gratuitously full and primed. “…Why not.”

Pulling out of her, Hirokin gathered her up and left the bath. Back in her sleeping chamber, the discarded cocks lay limp on the floor, shackled by the golden band that joined them together at the base. Setting her down, Hirokin knelt beside her. She gave the smooth, pale cock a furtive glance before Hirokin offered it to her, as he took the darker ridged one into his mouth. 

It was impressive how fast a youkai cock could spring to attention. Kagome had barely fit her lips around the tip of it when the harpoon-shaped length went rigid in her grasp. She felt the sharp edge of its riled youki, which her reiki dampened, keeping the barbs that had bloodied Hirokin safely sheathed away.

As deep as she could take it, she wet the tapered marble length with her mouth, her throat. Through watering eyes, she saw Hirokin wrangling with the massive bull cock he was deep-throating. His jaw detached very much like a snake’s as he devoured it in all its bitter, lustful vehemence.

His voice was bloodily raw as he withdrew the throbbing, gobbled bulk of it and said to her, “Ready, my lady?”

Kagome nodded to him, her sex drooling even more than her mouth. Hirokin gave a tug on the cock she’d swallowed. The big pale organ slid balefully from her throat. Turning around, she knelt on her hands and knees. She felt Hirokin rub the raging demonic cockhead against her sopping slit. Doused in her feminine arousal, the pale cock simmered with savage hunger. Bringing it up, Hirokin began feeding it into her tight flinching hole. 

Kagome’s teeth clenched at such hellish violation. Though Hirokin had amply prepared her, taking this strange youkai cock into such a forbidden place inside her made her insides churn and her reiki roil. Hirokin had to pause several times for her to adjust, acclimating her by degrees to the hooked cock’s unique brand of anal assault.

She was sweating, shaking. Viscerally choking by the time she felt the chill of the midpoint shackle come to rest between her cheeks. Heavily, she breathed, relishing how deeply the cock was buried in her. Her mottled breasts leaked milk freely at the ravishing pleasure of it. Her empty cunt dilated and contracted, maddened by the vicarious pressure of being so carnally filled from behind.

She felt a stir, a jostling within her. She knew Hirokin must be easing himself into place at the other end. That massive bull cock would’ve been too much for her. But there was no doubt in Kagome’s mind that Hirokin’s greedy ass could take it. 

Sure enough, in the matter of a small eternity, she felt his smooth cheeks graze against her own. Together, they trembled. A dizzying sense of dark, shared euphoria transcended them both at this new feeling of being so deeply and perversely conjoined.

Kagome couldn’t be sure who began to move first. But whether it was her or him, they were soon surging and retreating in concert, reaming themselves and each other out in a rapidly escalating crescendo. Kagome’s ass screamed at the exquisite grating of it. Her back bowed. Her clit throbbed as the cock buried in her hooked through that slim inner barrier to assault her feminine walls. 

She could only imagine the sort of havoc that bull cock was wreaking in Hirokin.

Her arms gave out as she choked on her dry, cracking moans. “Hirokin…Hirokin, I…” With her forehead crushed to her folded wrists, she whimpered, “Pound me out, Hirokin. Pound me out so hard I feel it in my fucking soul.”

A gravelly snarl broke from him. He went stock-still, which was shock enough—until she felt him wrestle her over somehow. His mists enfolded her, swiveling her around until she was underneath him, face to face. His handsome features were contorted, almost grotesquely so as he reared back. Still skewered ass-to-ass with her on the bent cocks curved between them, he shoved the swollen head of his sex into her needy core.

“Yes!” Kagome cried out. She arched like she’d been electrocuted, cupping and squeezing her heaving breasts in both hands. “Fuck me, Hirokin. Fill me up, make me explode.”

It was almost too much to process, having both channels stretched to bursting, feeling him ram so deep into her sex while she was so helplessly and completely pinioned from below. With each plunge, he was fucking himself in turn on the big mean bull cock rooted in him. Above her, she watched Hirokin grimace just like she was at the unbearable pleasure. She watched it fast overtaking him, just as surely and swiftly as it was overtaking her.

Gripping her by the cheek, he panted to her as his eyes glazed over, “…Let me feel it now, my beloved—the pale fire that is you.”

Kagome’s face flamed as she jerked in his grasp. “…You don’t know what you’re asking.”

“Just for a moment.”

“You’ll burn,” she gasped.

“Yes,” he said hoarsely, “I know.”

Because she was half mad with lust, because she was half mad for him, she opened her soul and let him feel it, the transcendent blaze within her. His eyes widened as he clutched at her, disintegrating. His irises shone deathly white in the glare. Yet by whatever fiber of his being wasn’t purely demonic, he managed to hold himself together.

An ecstasy of shared relief surged through them both. Hirokin groaned, shuddered, losing himself in it along with her. Together with her, consumed.

“Stay with me,” Kagome said to him after, and so he stayed. 

It didn’t seem like he’d been itching to leave in the first place. When Saitou started crying from the next room, Hirokin fetched him on a wave of mist. Kagome wasn’t sure how she felt about that, exposing her infant son so casually to another male’s youki. But Saitou never seemed to mind it.

Drowsily, he latched to her breast. Lying on her side with Hirokin at her back, she let her head loll while her baby nursed. Pain lines creased her brow as his milk fangs bit into her, drawing blood. Her breath hissed out unbidden, and then again when she felt Hirokin’s hand fit to her unoccupied breast. He squeezed her swollen flesh. He pinched her teeming nipple, rolled it between his knuckles. She moaned in raw relief as her milk dripped down to blot the sheets.

He slicked his damp fingers down her belly then. Giving the curls at her mound a sticky tug, he wedged his hand between her thighs and started to pet her there, where she was just as infernally hot and stiff and aching. 

As her stomach dropped, Kagome glared at him over her shoulder. “Stop that.”

“You don’t like it?”

“Not now,” she bit out. “Not while I’m nursing my son.”

He given her pulsing clit a flick. “No? That’s not what your little cock is telling me. Begging your pardon, my lady, but one of you is a fucking liar.”

“Stop it,” she said again, through gritted teeth.

Sulkily, Hirokin obeyed her. He was insolent to a fault, forever accustomed to wheedling his way. So she knew he was only biding his time when he settled tamely against her. His arm curled lightly around her waist as they watched her son nurse.

As Saitou began to drift off, she felt Hirokin growing hard against her entrance, which was dripping wet to her shame. With her son still at her breast, Hirokin nudged into her, baiting her with seemingly incidental prods of his cock.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she said, shaking her head.

“Pay no heed to me, my lady. Mind your son.”

“He’s not the one who needs minding,” she snapped, biting her lip against the assault to her sensitive periphery. “I should never have asked you to stay.”

“Tell me to leave, then.”

Kagome bit her lip again, so hard it bled. At her breast Saitou slept heedless. She felt guilty. But only so much. 

There was only so much guilt she could feel in this life she’d been consigned to. Which was why she’d taken to being so impulsive. Why she’d taken to Hirokin at all. Because it was her choice to be with him. Her prerogative to indulge herself with him, not just for the carnal pleasure of it, but for the autonomy it gave her.

Or the illusion of autonomy, at least.

She felt him breach her, and all her restraint capsized. With her son still at her breast, Hirokin penetrated her, slow and tortuous. Her lips parted at the feeling of being cored afresh. Depths as of yet untouched within her clamored to be stroked and filled.

“What’s gotten into you?” she panted, as he rubbed her front wall just the way she craved. “Don’t tell me breastfeeding is another kink of yours.”

Hirokin shrugged, pressing deeper into her. “It’s not so specific as that.”

“Me, then?” Kagome asked breathily, with a touch of scorn.

If Hirokin lusted for anything, it was that—the forbidden. Her being mated and human ought to be taboo enough. Infringing on her maternity was sheer gluttony in her mind.

“You,” he said, close to her ear, as he skated over that spot inside her again. She squeezed voluptuously around him, and he chuckled. “Let me nurse you, my lady.” He withdrew, so that the mouth of her sex just rimmed the head of his cock, a lewd parody of giving suck. “Let me feed you your fill.”

She bit back the ragged moan that threatened to tear from her as he slid into her, smooth and deep to the hilt. Her ass crushed to his groin as he churned the path to her womb. All the while Saitou dozed at her breast, as she shivered with the suppressed tension of staying as still and silent as she could.

She couldn’t keep from groaning in her throat when Hirokin butted at the pliant limit of her sex. Sesshoumaru’s youki crackled as her threshold warped and caved. Hirokin hissed at the sear. Skin misting against hers, he kept at it, urging relentlessly against the barrier to her womb. She bit her knuckle bloody from the burning, eclipsing pleasure wracking through her. Hirokin cursed against her, gravelly and low. He spilled out at her battered gate, bathing her insides in cold fire.

She was breathless as he slid silkily out of her. Taking the heavy cream that coated the head of his cock, he smeared it into her panting mouth. A metallic taste like blood glazed her tongue, though there was no blood in it. Mixed with her own thick, heady musk was the salty tang of his seed.

“One day,” he murmured, hushed and dark like a secret vow, “that child at your breast will be mine.”

“You’re delusional.”

“Open your womb to me, my lady,” he continued lushly to rave, “and I’ll see to the rest. There is nothing I can’t convince him of.”

But there was one thing at least, Kagome knew, as her lids grew heavy. One thing Hirokin had never convinced Sesshoumaru of, though he’d spent the bulk of his life trying.

As Hirokin returned Saitou to his room, Kagome’s exhaustion dragged her under at last.

Sometime around midnight she woke. There was the subtlest darkening of the air to warn her—and then Sesshoumaru was in her room, at the foot of her bed. His golden eyes roved over the sex-mussed mess of her, over the rumpled sheets and the discarded cocks. Over Hirokin whose blue eyes had cracked open warily.

Freezing him with a glance, Sesshoumaru reached for her. He grabbed her by the shoulder, hauled her upright onto her knees. Kagome grit her teeth as he shoved his face into hers. His breath was hot on her lips.

“I see you’ve had your fun, have you not?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Loads of fun.”

“Is that right?”

Her heart stuttered when he slanted his mouth hard across hers. Kagome groaned at the rake of his tongue, the prick of his fangs at her lower lip. She drew back, matching his sultry look of challenge with her own.

“Where were you,” she muttered, “when I needed a good dicking down? Nowhere to be found, of course.”

“Well, my love,” he said darkly, steering her over and around, onto her hands and knees, “I am here now.”

“Too little too late,” she goaded, even when she could feel how big and hard he was against her entrance. Hirokin’s eyes were alight with wicked amusement. “I don’t need you now.”

“Don’t you?” he said, pushing into her.

She curled her nails into the tatami when he really started to thrust, pounding her out in a way no one else ever could. As he plowed the path to her womb, the mating seal within her yielded her to him more deeply still. Her knees chafed, her stomach clenched. Her teeth snapped on her tongue from his quaking thrusts.

Through the glimmer of her tears, she saw Hirokin lying on his side in the bed, watching Sesshoumaru rail her like it was a television show. His cock was hard and in his hand. When his blue eye caught hers glaring at him, he smiled and gave himself an absent stroke.

Kagome wanted to throttle him right then and there.

As if following the searing line of her sight, Sesshoumaru drew her suddenly upright against him, her back to his chest. Kagome choked. Her head went light at the abrupt change in elevation. Still sheathed within her, Sesshoumaru surged his hips into hers, goring into her now from below. Kagome’s breath caught, like she’d taken a physical blow. Suspended in his arms, she trembled, her splayed sex on full, lurid display.

“Come here, Hirokin,” Sesshoumaru said, half-growling. When Hirokin started to rise from the bed, Sesshoumaru curled his claws into her breast and said, “Crawl.”

Hirokin crawled over, kneeling before them. His pearly cock stood quivering in his lap. His slitted blue eyes flicked over them both. Clearly he was hanging as in much suspense as she was, if not literally.

By some nonverbal cue Kagome could only guess at, Hirokin bent his mouth to her captive breast. Between the slats of Sesshoumaru’s claws, Hirokin took her nipple into his mouth. Sesshoumaru’s hips rolled up into hers as he did. Kagome’s eyes rolled back in her head from the combination of thrust and scrape. 

Sesshoumaru adjusted his grip, squeezing her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Big dewy drops of milk oozed onto Hirokin’s waiting tongue. Sesshoumaru’s cock probed languorously inside her.

“Suckle her,” he said, and Hirokin did, taking her welling peak between his lips again and giving greedy suck until Kagome’s stomach twisted up in knots. “Do you like milking my wife, Hirokin? Answer me.”

“Yes, my lord,” Hirokin rasped, taking Sesshoumaru’s pinching claws into his mouth as well.

Sesshoumaru rumbled in approbation. “You like what scraps of her I deign to give you?”

“Yes, my lord, yes…”

Sesshoumaru pushed Hirokin’s glossy head down her sweat-shimmered front, all the way down to the junction of their bodies. “Feast away then,” he said brusquely, and when Hirokin took her exposed, jutting clit into his mouth, Kagome arched her back on a cry.

With its little hood shoved up, there was nothing to dampen the swipe of his tongue over her sensitive clustering of nerves. She felt each lick and suck like a jolt of pure, undiluted pleasure. Her spread thighs shook around Sesshoumaru’s. She felt perilously like she was going to faint, like she might die there impaled and tortured on his cock.

“S-stop it, I can’t…”

Hirokin paused.

“Ignore her,” Sesshoumaru said, shoving his claws into her mouth as he thrust. “She likes it. Don’t you, woman?”

Kagome groaned sullenly around his fingers. Hirokin went back to laving at her clit, though his tongue kept slipping lower, incidentally or not. It was something like a reprieve and fresh torment all at once, to feel him glancing off her nub to trace the taut rim of her entrance, that wet straining seam where her sex met Sesshoumaru’s plunging shaft.

When Sesshoumaru put a sudden stop to Hirokin licking there, she felt it had more to do with him than with her. Either way, she was relieved.

“Look how flushed she is,” Sesshoumaru said to Hirokin. Clasping her hot red face with one hand, he steered Hirokin’s up by the nape with the other. “How would you describe it?”

“As cherry as her cunt, Sesshoumaru-sama.”

“Cherry as her cunt.” Kagome could hear the smirk in his voice. “Just so.” Taking his wet claws from between her lips, he said to Hirokin, “Get up from there, and fuck her mouth.”

Normally Hirokin would have balked at this. At least attempted to bitch about it. Kagome knew for a fact he didn’t like her sucking his cock. She didn’t like to either, when she wasn’t doing it just to make him squirm. But he was eager as a schoolboy now as he rose from the floor at Sesshoumaru’s command and took her face lightly in his fine-boned hands. Kagome glared up at him. Her lips pressed shut to the pretty cockhead hovering an inch away from them.

“Open for him,” Sesshoumaru said, bringing his hips up into hers so sharply she gasped aloud.

Hirokin pushed into her, quick as a flash. The thought crossed her mind to bite down on him, but as if sensing this, Sesshoumaru took her raw pulsing clit in his claws and tweaked it so hard her train of thought promptly derailed. When she regained her senses, she felt Hirokin moving in her mouth. His flared glans rimmed the insides of her lips and cheeks, shoved fluidly over her tongue, toward the back of her throat. 

Looming above her, staring down hard, he didn’t seem to be quite looking at her. His silver-blond hair fell about his graven face, a shimmering veil. His lithe, toned body was taut with strain—or sheer focus of will, maybe. He was particularly beautiful under duress like this. So beautiful Kagome almost wanted to make this easier on him.

Almost.

But it was Sesshoumaru who angled back her head by his fist in her hair, offering Hirokin the full length of her throat. “Deeper,” he said, and Hirokin surged forward enough to make her gag around him. “How does she feel to you?”

“Like heaven, my lord,” Hirokin grit out, and Sesshoumaru chuckled.

Her eyes welled as they plowed her together at both ends. Her breaths came in and out through her nose in short desperate bursts. Sesshoumaru’s curled claws stroked up and down the distended column of her throat. When she whimpered, Hirokin’s cock twined in her on reflex. The hot tears brimming in her eyes spilled over.

“That’s enough,” Sesshoumaru said, shoving Hirokin back by the hip. 

She coughed violently when his cock sprang from her throat. Mixed saliva and precum stringed from her lips. Turning her slick gasping mouth to his, Sesshoumaru kissed her rough and deep while Hirokin stood by, faintly seething.

“Down on your knees,” Sesshoumaru said to him, half against her mouth. “Watch.”

Hirokin sank down, watching sulkily as Sesshoumaru lifted her up on the thick beam of his shaft. Her knees straightened beneath her as she continued to rise. Sesshoumaru pulled almost out of her. Just the hot rubbery tip of his cock was prying at her slit when brought her slamming back down on him at the same moment he reared up into her.

Kagome shrieked, feeling like she was being split in two. When her eyes flew to Hirokin, he looked rather bored.

“You’d think my cock would be enough for her, wouldn’t you?” Sesshoumaru demanded gruffly. 

“Oh, certainly, my lord,” Hirokin drawled. “More than enough.”

Ramming into her again so that she saw stars, Sesshoumaru growled, “But no—not for this panting bitch.” He pulled almost out of her once more. Holding Kagome slumped and heaving to his chest with one hand, he drew the swollen lips of her sex apart with the other. “See how she yawns for more.”

Hirokin sat up from his idle slouch. A downright demonic spark of interest lit his eyes.

“Yes, my lord…I see it.”

“Then come closer,” Sesshoumaru said huskily, “and help me fill this void in her.”

Kagome’s beleaguered mind was still spinning from being so vehemently rammed. She didn’t altogether understand what was happening, until she felt Hirokin’s hands on her hips. His knees forced hers further apart as he slid his grip around to her backside and joined his moist cockhead with the one already wedging into her. As Sesshoumaru started to let her sink down on them both, she thrashed in his grip, wailing.

“Nonono! What the fuck, Sesshoumaru?—are you trying to rip me apart?”

“Calm down,” he said against her neck, “or you might hurt yourself.”

“Calm down?” she choked out, disbelieving. “Are you insane? I can’t take you both at once, it’s impossible!”

“I wouldn’t say that, my lady.”

Kagome glared daggers at Hirokin. “Shut your mouth, you conniving snake—who the hell asked you?”

“Quit shrilling,” Sesshoumaru said to her, as Hirokin pursed his lips, “or you’ll make us both go soft.” He took her hand in his, skimming their fingers together down her belly, guiding her touch to where she could feel the spongy tips of their cocks just breaching her slit. “No one’s ripping you apart.” Fitting her fingers around their flush shafts as best he could, he fed them into her another fraction, making her breath catch in her throat. “But if you’re so fearful, then we perhaps we should stop.”

Kagome set her jaw, her sweaty chest still heaving. Minutely, she shook her head.

“Very well.”

With Sesshoumaru holding to her upper half, and Hirokin to her lower, they forged gradually into her. Though she was gaping more than she ever had from Sesshoumaru’s pummeling, though Hirokin eased the course with his slick secretions, she still tensed at the staggering sensation of taking them both in together. Hirokin wasn’t quite so long and thick as Sesshoumaru, but not by much.

She winced, hissing out a breath when her entrance sucked faintly around their combined buried cockheads. When their hard shafts advanced in her, she tossed her head and whined. She felt Hirokin’s hand circle back around her hip then. His deft fingers found her clit, soothing over it until her tense muscles relaxed, within and without.

She felt a little bad then for calling him a snake.

“There,” Sesshoumaru said raggedly as she came to rest, dual-impaled, with the two of them planted in her as deep as she could take them.

Kagome’s legs shook, though they weren’t supporting her weight anymore. She was being held up by Hirokin and Sesshoumaru, borne up between them as much by their youki as by their hold on her hips and chest. The wracking tension she felt was rippling down from her choked sex. The dizzying strain of swallowing them both up. Their twin beams stabbed her through, so vitally she struggled to find space to breathe around them. It ought to be lethal, taking them both in like this. But here she was, peaked and perspiring, and all-too-alarmingly alive.

“Wait,” she gasped out, though neither of them had moved a muscle since seating themselves in her, “wait.”

She felt half-mad from the suspense. Overwhelmed by the cocktail of dread and anticipation festering within her. Sesshoumaru must have sensed this because he fit his fangs to the mark in her neck and bit down sharp enough to make her cry out in mingled pain and relief.

It was then, in this moment of distraction, that he began to move. He led, and Hirokin followed in perfect tandem as if this had all been rehearsed long ago. At least in Hirokin’s fantasies she was certain it had. 

Watching him took her outside of herself. It gave her something to brace herself against the borderline torture of having her insides grated out by both of them at once. Hirokin was the most jaded creature she’d ever known. Now he looked almost as fraught as she did, the expression in his eyes one of exquisite torment, as if he were both elated beyond belief and terrified that at any moment the dream would be shattered. Kagome had seen sparks of desperate passion from him before, but she’d never seen him look so intent as this. She would’ve laughed if she hadn’t been the one getting fucked.

The gate of her womb softened, yielding uncannily as Sesshoumaru hit it—and Hirokin, too. He’d never breached her quite this deeply before. She saw the realization shadow his face, dilate his slit pupils slightly. Kagome reached for him then—leaned into him, rather, since Sesshoumaru was still banding her arms to her sides. She caught Hirokin’s mouth with hers, felt him respond belatedly, almost reluctantly to the kiss. Or maybe he was just as dazed by all this as she was.

Kissing him dampened the pain within her, turned it by degrees into eroding pleasure. She started to move herself, in the only way she really could, urging them on with her spiritual pressure, with the squeeze of her inner walls around their buried cocks. She wanted them harder, faster. A man she might’ve needed to tell, but not them. They could sense it clear as day, and started at once to rut her in earnest, making her teeth click and her breasts bounce with the force of their combined thrusts. 

Slick with sweat, growling and rumbling, they surged up into her, making her their bitch. Their filthy little cocksleeve. And she was only too happy to let them—even Hirokin, though she gave his lower lip a stinging bite just to make him hiss into her. Just to remind him not to get too comfortable.

He seemed grateful for it as he viciously shuddered. Kagome thought it was the onslaught on his cock, both from the vise of her and the graze of Sesshoumaru, that this unified assault was sending him hurtling toward the edge faster than he would have liked. Than Sesshoumaru would have liked either, judging by his warning growl which said quite clearly, Don’t.

“Sesshoumaru,” Hirokin bit out, breaking from her mouth as if he were in unendurable pain, “please…”

As always between them, it seemed Sesshoumaru understood Hirokin in a way that she didn’t. It was only when Sesshoumaru’s claws slid back to her waist that she realized he must have been gripping Hirokin. Wherever and however Sesshoumaru had been touching him—this was what had been too much for Hirokin to bear.

His fraying youki steadied. As Sesshoumaru withdrew his hand, Hirokin kissed her full on the mouth, as if seeking to pull himself that much further from the edge. Kagome tried not to be insulted by this. When Sesshoumaru caught her cheek in his claws and pushed Hirokin aside to claim her lips for himself, the stark contrast in passion nearly overwhelmed her. It was like slipping from a cool spring into a piping hot bath. Her walls clenched, shivering perilously. In the wash of Sesshoumaru’s unfettered lust, she was starving and drowning all at once.

She wanted them both. She took them both, breaking from Sesshoumaru to kiss Hirokin again, harsh and demanding. Brooking him no quarter, punishing him with her reiki for his sluggish responses—which perversely made him undulate inside her with dark pleasure. 

But Sesshoumaru wasn’t one to be denied. He pursed her relentlessly, forcing his mouth back on hers when she turned to Hirokin. Once again she found herself torn between them. A confusion of lips and tongues, chafing fangs and hot panting breaths, intermingled. It steepened the mounting passion in her to the point of no return. Her keening cries were muffled against them both as her walls spasmed and her vision tunneled. 

In the haze thereafter, she pulled away to catch her breath. Through the tide of ecstasy still ebbing through her, she saw to her dim surprise that they’d continued on without her. Claws fisted in Hirokin’s hair, Sesshoumaru was devouring his open mouth while Hirokin seized his jagged-striped face in turn. She saw the ribbons of dark blood, the flash of fanged incisors, grinding and tearing in their frenzied greed. Virulent venom hissing and smoking in the air. Youki seething in vicious tumult. She heard the scrape of claws on bone, the sizzle of boiling flesh. A venting of lustful aggression more savage than what she could ever enjoy.

Crushed between them, coming down between them, Kagome watched with faint envy, mesmerized by what was easily the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Powerless to do anything but to receive them as they came together so violently inside her, still grappling with one another, savagely intertwined to the end.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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