Kagome could have stayed in the Modern Era for a few days while she waited for her friends on the other side of the well to catch up with her in Edo. But instead, the very next morning, she found herself back in Sengoku Jidai again. She felt a little guilty about it, but she also felt that she couldn’t help it. She was far too restless to enjoy being around her family and school friends right now, and she was afraid she’d show it. She didn’t want to distress them over a problem that they, like her Feudal-Era companions, couldn’t help her to solve in the first place.

She wasn’t sure that anyone could help her. But at least here in the rustic past, she could find some solace while tiring herself out with Kaede’s unending list of menial miko tasks. After a few nights of crashing to her sleeping mat in boneless exhaustion, Kagome was confident she’d put a damper on this unholy preoccupation that was burning her up inside.

She was sweeping out the shrine alone, near dusk, when she felt a graze against her senses that raised gooseflesh on her skin. A dark presence that had no business whatsoever being there. But as she turned with broom in hand, there he was, palely radiant against the gloom of the threshold. In the sacred shrine, his silver hair furled slightly at the ends, his ivory fur bristled. His golden eyes flashed briefly crimson as he entered, and the shrine doors fell heavily shut behind him. At his soundless approach, the bright flames of the oil lamps guttered, as though buffeted by an uncanny breeze.

Clutching the broomstick to her thudding chest, Kagome asked him warily, “What are you doing here?”

“Hounding you,” Sesshoumaru said, smiling slow and sharp.

Kagome swallowed. She took a step back from him and nearly tripped over an urn of incense. Glancing from the clanging urn back to him, she steeled herself as best she could.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, darting her eyes over his fur which was shedding sparks like mad, “obviously.”

“Yet here I am.”

Kagome slipped behind the altar, keeping it between them. “If you don’t leave, I’ll scream.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled. “And who will hear you, miko? My little brother and your little friends are miles away.”

“Someone will.”

“Woe unto them if they do,” Sesshoumaru said, circling around to hem her in. “This is between us, and us alone.”

“What is?” Kagome shot back, glaring.

“You know,” he said darkly. “Or are you stupid?”

Kagome’s hackles rose. “I’m not stupid.”

“Then you know.”

Kagome’s back hit the wall. She stared at him, wide-eyed, as he closed in on her. She had no bow, no arrows. She’d just started learning how to cast barriers. But even with the strength of the shrine to draw upon, she knew it would be useless to cast some shaky half-formed shield against Sesshoumaru. He was too powerful, and they both knew it. Narrowly, she figured that was why he’d cornered her here of all places—just to rub it in how much more superior he was to her. All she really had was this silly broom of hers, and it was next to useless, though in her panic her reiki limned it anyway.

Kagome wet her lips, determined not to go down without a fight, hopeless though it might be. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Sesshoumaru tilted his head. The green-gold of eyeshine glinted down at her through the shadows.

“No,” he said, “but you should be.”

Kagome’s fingers tensed on the glowing broom handle. “You’ve tried to kill me before,” she said, her voice sounding far stronger than she felt. “It hasn’t exactly worked out for you.”

Though she couldn’t see it, she felt his smirk through the darkness. “Who said anything about killing you?”

His claws streaked forth, seizing the shaft of the broom between them. It burst riotously into flames at his touch, but Sesshoumaru snapped in it half just as fast, and cast it aside with a plink. In its wake, his arms shot out, caging her in between the wall and him.

Sesshoumaru leaned down into her, so close that she could feel the shape of his words against her lips. “Well, miko, are you going to scream?”

His brisk, spicy scent washed over her. His demonic aura enveloped over her. At his gloating proximity, something like brazen insanity overtook her. She looked him square in his shining, round-pupiled eye.

“You haven’t given me a reason to yet.”

Sesshoumaru laughed, growlsome and deep. His pupils shrank to dark slivers as the shrine candles flared around them, green-edged and jagged. Before Kagome could even gasp, his lips crashed down on hers. Her vision blanked. She couldn’t breathe, she couldn’t think. All she could do was scrabble at his armored chestplate while his mouth crushed over hers, sharp and hot and demanding. She felt like she was drowning—she’d never kissed anyone, and the way he was devouring her overwhelmed her completely.

It was a total sensory overload, because he wasn’t just assaulting her mouth, he was grabbing her all over—squeezing her ass, her breasts, scouring his clawed hands over her belly and up her throat and back down again to hook between her legs so that she started like she’d been shocked straight through the core. What sent her reeling more than anything was how furiously and intensely she wanted him there. She wanted him everywhere —all over her, all at once.

His armor was gone all of a sudden. She couldn’t have even begun to say how or when. She only realized it when he drove her back flush against the wall and ground into her, making her soft stomach cave under the unyielding beam of his erection. Kagome’s head spun at the size of it. Tangled in his silky hair, her fingers went cold and numb. In the face of such stark, primal evidence of his arousal, she felt a flare of mixed exhilaration and fear.

“…Gods, how I’ve wanted this,” he spoke against her mouth.

Kagome’s heart hammered off the rails. She should stop this. This was worse than wrong—this was sacrilege.

But he was already drawing back to rip at the ties of her hakama. Her haori fell open, and he wrenched her bra aside to let her breasts spill out. Kagome gave a short cry when he fastened to one, sucking what felt like half her supple flesh into his mouth as he worked her nipple over with his rasping tongue—then just when she thought she couldn’t bear it anymore, he switched to the other. She was shaking, sinking, by the time he detached and shoved her hakama to the ground. She shimmied out of her panties at the first sharp hook of his claws, fearing that he’d shred them.

His eyes were fully red now, his fangs visible as he panted with lust and exertion. The purified atmosphere of the shrine was wearing on him, riling him further. Kagome liked how he looked, unkempt and half-feral. Practically naked herself, she tore at his own clothes, grabbing up the dense silk in fistfuls to disrobe him and expose the sculpted marble flesh beneath. She raked her nails over his corrugated stomach, making him growl though she knew she wasn’t hurting him. When she reached down and seized at the rigid, throbbing base of his shaft, his eyes seared so vehemently she thought for a frightful split-second he might kill her after all.

“Do you want it?” he asked, shoving her back up against the wall and lifting her legs around his hips.

“I—I don’t know.”

“I think you do,” Sesshoumaru said, nudging against her slick, sweltering folds.

“Sesshoumaru,” she said, breathlessly, inanely, “I’m a virgin.”

He let out a bark of laughter that sounded distinctly unhinged. “Don’t I know it.” He lowered her, letting her sink down on him a voluptuous inch. “Are you ready to bleed for me, Kagome?”

Her eyes snapped to his, blazing. “Just do it already, you asshole.”

Sesshoumaru’s mouth covered hers again as he surged up into her, muffling her scream of pain as he broke past the thin barrier of her innocence. Her eyes swam with helpless tears. He felt so huge and hurtful inside her that she didn’t know how she could stand it another second until with each passing heartbeat the stab of internal agony softened by slow degrees. She shifted, wriggling her hips as she adjusted to the sensation of penetration, which became tortuous to her in another way entirely.

Breaking from his hot fanged mouth, she panted against him, “Aren’t you going to move?”

“I was letting you get used to it, shrine maiden.”

There was a grating quality to his tone that suggested she wasn’t the only one who needed to acclimate.

“I’m used to it,” she said, urging her hips against his. “So let’s go.”

Sesshoumaru’s eyes bore into hers, red-gold and lancing. When he started to move, grating deep inside her virgin channel like he was hollowing it out to fit him precisely, the galling sensation was so intense Kagome almost lost her nerve. At her keening moan, he slid his hand between them, finding with the pads of his fingers the little bit of raring flesh she’d stroked to bring herself off to the memory of him just the night before. Her moans grew more strident, pleading. Sesshoumaru forced his tongue into her mouth to smother them as he rutted her with thrusts so jarring and vital she didn’t need his finger to stoke her anymore.

As if sensing this, he withdrew his hand and fed it into her mouth instead. She tasted her own heady moisture on his skin. Sucking and biting at his clawed fingers, she felt her eyes roll back as he pounded her into the shrine wall, ravishing her exposed throat with his lips and tongue and fangs.

“Come for me now,” he said raggedly. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

Tears welling in her eyes, she did. The whole world dropped out from under her as the waves of forbidden bliss swept over her, a dark charged tide that swelled to cataclysmic proportions when she felt him coming apart inside her. They were lost together, undone together—

Released together.

All the simmering tension, all the blistering animosity between them—exorcized in that one shared moment of pleasured abandon.

Coming down from it, Kagome sagged. Depleted to the marrow. In the mellow gold of Sesshoumaru’s eyes, she saw something of the same.

“Now that’s settled,” she whispered.

“Yes,” he said.

But as he withdrew from her, she felt an edge to his aura that made her doubt, and she knew that in her own, he felt the same.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 9/17/23

Whoa, well this exploded (lol) – but running up on the day of the festival, so here we are! Hope y’all enjoyed this one <3

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