Sesshoumaru’s eyes were ablaze. The line of his lips drew razor thin, as if he were at war with himself. Inside Kagome, his fingers flexed, hooking deft and deep. But not deep enough to soothe that growing ache within her. 

“Do you want it?” he asked her gruffly, tightening her grip on his cock.

Kagome made a small, needy sound in her throat.

“Say it.”

“I…I want it.”

“What do you want?”

Kagome licked her dry lips. “I want…” Beneath his implacable gaze, she wilted and despaired. “I want your cock in me.”

“…Damn you,” he muttered, his eyes clenching briefly shut. When he opened them again, they were glimmering inscrutably as ever. His hand withdrew from between her legs. As he slicked his tongue through the glaze sheening from his claws, he said, “Take off that robe.”

Haltingly, Kagome reached for the sash. Untying it, she peeled her sleeping robe from her, flushing from bangs to breast. Totally naked, she felt self-conscious of her pregnant body, especially at this unflattering angle. Her chest and stomach seemed to protrude at gratuitous proportions. She’d always been on the busty side, but now her swollen breasts were comically large, and leaky besides. And her huge, dark-lined stomach was its own gross spectacle.

As Sesshoumaru disrobed, she only felt that much worse. The cut lines of his physique were as flawless as she remembered, while she looked like she’d swallowed a balloon or three. But as he cast his clothes aside and snapped his eyes to her, it was all she could do not to recoil on instinct—

He looked like he wanted to devour her whole.

Staring at her, he gave his standing cock a stroke, like he just couldn’t help himself. Kagome bit her tongue at the unbridled eroticism of it. He looked more inflamed than she had ever seen him—than she had ever imagined he could look. It made her feel a little faint, even before he reached for her.

She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her flush to him, kissing her hungrily, feverishly. His cock crushed to her belly, grinding into it. Whether he felt the baby kicking or not, he clearly couldn’t care less. If anything, her condition only seemed to rile him further. Nicking her lip, he kneaded her heavy breast, dragging his thumb over her wet, sticky nipple with obvious relish.

When he broke from her, when he turned her over onto her stomach, into his cushioning fur, Kagome felt a moment of startling lucidity through the haze. Suddenly and sharply it struck her where she was, what she was doing—and with whom. With a pang, she remembered Inuyasha, and with another pang, she realized how completely she’d forgotten him.

What the hell was wrong with her? What the hell was she doing? 

But there wasn’t any time to agonize over it, because behind her Sesshoumaru was already angling her up by the hips and pushing into her. Kagome’s eyes rolled back in her head at the eclipsing pleasure. She curled her fingers into the sheets, groaned into his tickling fur.

It doesn’t mean anything, it doesn’t mean anything…

The words replayed in her head like a mantra. She didn’t realize she’d spoken them aloud until Sesshoumaru bit out, “Enough of that. I heard you the first time.”

Heart in her throat, Kagome called back to him urgently, hysterically, “Please, just—just be quick, okay?”

Sesshoumaru gave a terse, strained sort of laugh. “…Don’t worry about that.”

He pushed into her another devastating fraction, and what remained of Kagome’s reason promptly capsized. The whole village could have been burning down around her, the whole world for that matter, and she doubted she’d have noticed. All her awareness was centered on the course of his cock inside her. 

Around him she was stretching and caving and splintering all at once. Her entire universe of sensation contracted, condensed. Pleasure exploded through her, raw and immense. Her vision blanked. Her ragged scream muffled in his fur. He was maybe halfway inside her when she came to pieces around him.

She thought she might die from it. She might even have been glad to. Because she couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this. 

Swept up in the afterglow, she was wallowing, reveling. Riding out the waves of her bliss, which hadn’t faded but rather had mellowed, lengthening. She felt intoxicated, high on the sensation. Her walls rippled luxuriously as she nursed him against that sweet spot inside her with little greedy motions of her hips.

Sesshoumaru’s claws bit into her, restraining her. “Be still,” he rasped, deathly rigid himself, except for the teem of his youki and the throb of him within her.

Whimpering in protest, Kagome complied. A tremor ran through him as his tension broke, and he started easing into her again. He leaned over her as he pressed deeper, covering her back to chest, caging her in against him. Kagome tried to stay still, but she couldn’t. Her body writhed under his as she panted and teared-up, acclimating with difficulty to the task of taking him in. Not that it hadn’t been a challenge on previous occasions, but whether she was tighter now or he was harder, it was slow going as he forged ahead. 

The pace was probably as much for his benefit as it was for hers—he seemed steadier now, but she had the sense he didn’t want to push it. ‘Quick’ or not, Kagome hadn’t suspected he’d be in danger of coming in under a minute, let alone that she would. For him, however, the stakes were higher.

He crushed his face to her throat with a gravelly groan as he bottomed out inside her, nudging deeper against the mouth of her womb with each gruff exhale. Kagome’s heart beat erratically. She told herself this was perfectly safe, though it didn’t feel that way. With mixed pain and pleasure, she felt her physical limit being warped and tested by him, the tough, pliant tissue giving slightly under the insistent pressure. She closed her eyes with a shudder, surrendering to the exquisite pang. 

Taking her ear between his fangs, Sesshoumaru began to thrust in her, just barely. As if he didn’t dare pull out of her any more than he had to—or maybe he just didn’t want to. Bonelessly, seamlessly, Kagome moved with him. Giving herself over with abandon to the primal rhythm of the act, and the crescendo building between them.

Lying under him, bound up in him, Kagome felt blissfully secure, like there was nothing in the world that could touch her. Beyond the circle of his arms, nothing else mattered. There was only this—only her and him and the baby in her belly. In this moment they were all one flesh, joined together in perfect communion.

Maybe Sesshoumaru felt something of the same, because he moved one of his arms back to hold her around the middle. His clawed hand smoothed over her belly, firm and possessive in its grasp.

“How ripe you are with my seed,” he rumbled against her. His claws descended, carding through her damp curls to fondle at the junction of her thighs. His voice frayed as he started to rut her in earnest. “Come for me again…I need to feel it.”

Kagome’s limbs shook beneath her at the pleasure wracking through her. The pounding in her channel, the pawing at her clit. She seized, arching violently as it overcame her, clamping her lip between her teeth not to cry out into the open air. Her release dampened his own harsh finishing strokes, though she still felt the scald of him inside her as he spilled.

Welded together, breathing heavily, it was a while before either of them moved to separate. As Kagome shifted, she felt Sesshoumaru’s weight lift from her back. She sat up as he slid out of her. Her head was still fuzzy. But as her vision cleared and her thoughts came back into focus, a pit seemed to open in her stomach.

She stared around blankly for a moment, as though uncomprehending. She saw Sesshoumaru sitting tousled and naked beside her, eyeing her warily. She saw his blood on the floor, the discarded clothes and armor, the disheveled bedding. She couldn’t really see herself, because of her big stomach. 

But now between her legs she could feel it, slamming into her with the force of a wrecking ball, how messy and used she was. 

“Oh god,” she sobbed, hiding her face in her hands as it crumpled. “Oh god, what have I done…”

When her nails started to break the skin, Sesshoumaru drew her hands away. Eyes and nose running, Kagome gazed up at him bleakly.

“What am I going to do?”

“Come away with me now, and let me deal with my brother.”

Kagome hiccupped, shaking her head. Picking up her mangled sleeping robe, Sesshoumaru wiped her face with its sleeve.

“Then stop crying like a child over the choices you have made. You are a woman grown. Compose yourself.”

Sniffing, Kagome nodded. “I need to…to clean up this—” She made a vague gesture that encompassed the room, herself, the whole situation. “—all of this.”

“I’ve suppressed my scent trail,” Sesshoumaru said as he stood. His spent cock glistened so glaringly that Kagome averted her gaze. Still, she could feel his eyes lingering on her. “But you should dispose of the rest.”

Kagome swallowed. She knew what he meant—the physical evidence. As he dressed and left, she sat there numbly, stewing in her guilt and shame. From the moment he’d arrived until now, only about half an hour had elapsed. Dimly, Kagome marveled at how quickly a person’s life could go off the rails.

With her spiritual senses, she probed carefully for Sesshoumaru’s signature inside her, so distinct from her son’s. Though she’d never done this before to her knowledge, it was disturbingly effortless, how cleanly her reiki purged Sesshoumaru’s essence away.

Mechanically, she went about cleaning up the rest—purifying the bed, the floor, the very air of the hut. Fairly convinced the only evidence left was hers, Kagome did her best to wash up herself and the linens. She wasn’t very hurried with it. Now that the first terrible shock of what she’d done had passed, a bizarre sort of apathy set in. She moved about, strangely detached. Almost lethargic.

When Inuyasha returned home the next day, she was sitting listless by the hearth, prodding at the dying coals. She half-expected him to find something wrong, something out of place that she’d overlooked. But even half-expecting this, she still couldn’t muster the energy to care.

“You’ve finally cooled off, huh?” he said, glancing over her.

“Yeah,” Kagome mumbled back.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 5/18/23

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