Kagome’s pinioned arms strained above her. Her chest hitched painfully tight. Shivering, she swayed in place where she was bound. Her feet scrabbled for purchase, barely touching against the uneven ground. Though the draping folds of her yukata still somewhat concealed her, she’d never felt so acutely exposed—

And Sesshoumaru’s shadowed features were nothing if not wolfish. His gimlet eyes raked over her with predatory intent. She jerked at her bindings, knowing it was useless. He’d drawn back to get a better look at her, but now he stalked forward, closing in on her again. Kagome sweltered in his proximity. Panic and arousal warred within her. Her blood simmered. Adrenaline spiked through her veins. 

Kagome turned her hip into the tree trunk, trying futilely to shield herself. “L-let me down, Sesshoumaru. This isn’t funny…”

His eyes glinted darkly. “No,” he said, “it isn’t.”

He took her by the waist, pulled her toward him like she was a shank of meat on a hook. Kagome groaned in relief as the strain in her arms abated. It felt almost like pleasure, the afterglow of this ache. She was still groaning when he kissed her, slow and savoring. His hand ran over her clothed flank, over her naked belly. She shuddered, flinching.

His lips skimmed her jaw, her throat. “Stop fighting it,” he said huskily. “There’s no need to pretend with me. You love being at my mercy.”

Kagome’s eyes stung, misting. Her heart hammered as she quivered, as helpless to stop resisting him as she was to stop her nipples from hardening, her inner thighs from dampening. But Sesshoumaru didn’t seem to really mind that she kept cringing from him when his claws stroked her from stomach to sternum—if the dark excitement in his youki was any indication. Maybe he didn’t really want her to give in to him like he said. Maybe he perversely enjoyed it, her reluctant acquiescence. The grudging desire he teased from her.

No matter what, even in some universe where she wasn’t tormented by secret shame, her sense of modesty would have railed at this treatment—

And her blood would have burned just as hot.

Smoothing her gaping robe from her breast, he palmed it, catching her nipple between his knuckles and pinching. Kagome hissed in a breath, thrashing weakly against him. As she struggled, the tension in her bound arms surged through her, cinching like a livewire of pure lust between her legs. When his knuckles pinched her again they were sticky with breastmilk. As another fat drop oozed palely from her, he bent to lap it away.

Kagome’s back bowed at the hot hellish scrape of his tongue. Ravishing, not soothing. Her lips parted in a silent cry when his own closed completely over her glazed, teeming peak. The liquid heat of his mouth was infernal. The prick of his fangs was the keenest torture. Her arms seared, defenseless to help her, spreading fire to her belly as they burned. He grasped her other breast, groping it as he sucked her. When he switched to lave at it and fondle the other, she scored her teeth into her lower lip, smothering the cries that threatened to tear from her throat.

Whether he smelled her blood or sensed her desperation, Sesshoumaru paused, drawing back to catch her eye. “Go on and scream—no one will hear you. Do you think I’d be so careless as to get caught mid-rut? Even if some part of you craves it, you won’t be discovered so easily as that. So scream my name all you like, woman—I love to hear it.”

He sank down her body, angling her up by the hips. Her taut arms went slack as he settled her thighs to his shoulders. Kagome stared at him kneeling between the V of her legs, hungrily eyeing the exposed junction of them, the folds of flesh that parted as readily for him as her dress had. The open air licked at her wetness as if in advance of him. She whimpered, throbbing at her utter vulnerability. There was the warm current of his breath against her delicate whorls and the ripe bud raring between them. There was the nudge of his nose at her mound as he rubbed through her slick curls, scenting her deeply. When he swept his tongue over the molten center of her, there was nothing she could do any longer but to scream out his name—

Again and again, as he dove mouthfirst into her dripping sex, growling into her walls so they shook even more around the plunge of his tongue, so that her clit hummed even more under the assault of his nose and lips. She was languishing on the razor edge of orgasm when he stilled, breaking his glistening mouth from her as he traded his tongue for his finger, sheathing it into her as neatly as he’d retracted his claw.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured as he plumbed her, adding a second finger to join the first. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Kagome bucked, impaling herself on his fingers as best she could without any real leverage. There was a note of dark pleasure in his tone that belied his words. She thought he might like to hurt her, just a little. She thought she might like it, too. 

“I don’t care if you hurt me,” she panted in frustration. “Just fuck me—please.”

“You want to come on my cock, Kagome?” he demanded as he hooked his fingers into her just where she needed it most. “Is that what you want?”

“Y-yes! That’s what I want.”

“Why should I give you what you want?”

Anger flared in her, white-hot as her lust. “Why…because—because you want it too!”

Sesshoumaru smiled, slight and devastating. “I want more than that,” he said, as he bent his mouth to her again. “But you will come on my cock…on that we are agreed.”

Despite this declaration, he seemed hellbent on making her fall apart on his tongue, his buried fingers. The swirling suction at her clit, the tortuous slide of him inside her. She was seeing stars even before he slipped one finger back to pump her anally. It was a trifecta of stimulation, driving her repeatedly to the edge only to withdraw when she was teetering on the very precipice. Sobbing, writhing, Kagome begged for him to end it, begged for him to release her.

“Please, Sesshoumaru…Sesshoumaru, please…”

She was so half-crazed, so near-faint with denied pleasure that she realized only belatedly that he’d stood, that he’d lifted her bound, bloodless arms from the stub of branch. She sobbed afresh as the feeling flooded sharply back into them. Limp as a doll’s, they hung around his shoulders as he unbound them, gathering her slack body to his. She was perfectly lax as he breached her from below, as he pressed into the depths of her with the most delicious stretch. She felt drugged as he thrust into her, mellowly euphoric like the whole of her self was receiving him, basking in the languorous pleasure of his taking.

“Wrap your legs around me,” he said.

Lazily, she did, hooking her heels against the hard backs of his thighs. She wrapped her arms around him too, exhausted though they were. She needed to hold on to him now, because the moment she’d started to curl herself around him, his pace had picked up fiercely. His ferocity jarred her out of her voluptuous haze, sent a jolt of primal urgency ripping through her. Her walls rippled, seized. 

“Oh yes, oh yes—oh god…oh god, yes, Sesshoumaru—Sesshoumaru, I—I—”

His mouth crashed onto hers, swallowing her rapturous cries as he surged inside her, spilling deep into the blistering heart of her.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 7/29/23