Wherever Sesshoumaru might have expected Kagome wished to go, it clearly wasn’t here. As they touched down in the grassy ruins of the village square, his features were edged in displeasure. Still, he’d done as she’d asked.

Kagome ventured out from the ruined square, toward that dilapidated porch step she recognized so well. Startled grasshoppers bounded rustling through the green-gold stalks ahead of her. The abandoned hut hadn’t changed much in the past year or so that she could tell. It still looked roughly as drear and half-decayed as she remembered, as she ascended the creaking step and peered inside.

The one-room shack was gloomy and musty. A pair of sparrows took flight through holes in the thatching. Sparse, straggling weeds and pale-petaled wildflowers peeked up through cracks in the floorboards, straining toward the wan beams of sunlight filtering in. 

Kagome stepped across the threshold. Low in her belly, some dark mix of dread and anticipation simmered. Sensing Sesshoumaru at her back, she turned to him. His eyes were dark, slightly narrowed, but they gleamed like beacons through the shadows as she reached for him and pulled his mouth down onto hers.

Desperately, she kissed him, whimpering when put his arms around her and started to kiss her back. Standing on tiptoe, she was soon shaking, out of breath. She tugged at his armor as she broke from him.

“Take this off,” she said against his lips, descending. “Please.”

As his armor fell from him, she sank heavily to her knees. Pulling at the ties of his hakama, she nuzzled him through the dense silk. Her lips rubbed against his growing erection. Her breath panted warm and damp against the bulge of his testicles. As she tongued them through the silk, Sesshoumaru gruffly swore. When she drew him out and took the hot broad head of his cock in her mouth, the warped doorframe cracked under the grip of his claws.

“Kagome…” he groaned, growlsome and guttural.

His hip tensed under her hand as he fought the impulse to thrust. By his hold in her hair he urged her to take him deeper—not that she needed him to prompt her. She was eager to taste him more, addicted to the musk and texture of him, so spicy and smooth on her tongue.

The dark smolder of his youki riled her to a frenzy. She wanted him in her mouth, in her throat. She wanted to be filled by him, ravaged by him. Her jaw stretched, aching to swallow him down as best she could. Her nose burned as she struggled to breathe around him. Her eyes watered, dripping like her lips, above and below. When he bled a burning path down the back of her throat, she gagged, and he pulled out of her, dropping to his knees to smother her wet gasping mouth with his.

“You like my cock that much?” he growled against her, taking her hand and slicking it over the burning length of him. “Fit to burst as you are, you still need it that badly…” 

Kagome nodded, breathless. “I need it, Sesshoumaru. I need your cock in me, or I’m going to die.”

He turned her around, brought her back against his chest as he wrenched up her dress, all in one fluid movement. When he met the barrier of her panties, he growled again. They snapped under his claws, and then he was stabbing up and into her. Kagome tensed at the shock of him. Her head fell back. Her lips parted in a strangled scream. Her reiki roiled, her senses lost in a turmoil of mingled ecstasy and agony.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 6/7/23