Kagome barely felt the rotting boards beneath her knees. But she was still aware as Sesshoumaru pounded into her, aware of the murk and wreckage around them. This miserable, dirty, derelict place. She was part of it, mired in it. It gave her a twisted, perverse satisfaction.

“Fuck me in the ass,” she said hoarsely to him.

Sesshoumaru stilled in her. “What?” he rasped back.

“I want you to—”

“I heard you,” he said tersely, slanting her face back to his by the jaw. “Why?”

“Why?” Kagome said, shifting in his lap. “Why not?”

His golden eyes scrutinized her. “I see now,” he said lowly, “it’s degradation that you seek. That, or you wish to relegate me in your mind.”

“You’re overthinking it,” she said impatiently. “It was just an idea. I’ve only ever done it with you, and I thought you might like to do it again. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”

Though she couldn’t see his face very well, Kagome knew she’d struck a nerve or two. She could feel it in the seething of his aura.

“Stand up,” he said. 

A bit awkwardly, Kagome raised herself up over him. His thick cock slid out along her thigh as she did so. She’d barely stood when she felt his claws at her hips, pulling her back into him. His tongue slicked over her stretched slit, making her jerk. Her breath left her in short bursts as he culled her wetness there before advancing upward. His face buried between her cheeks as he prised into her. Kagome gasped, reflexively trying to shy away, but the clawed hands at her hips held her fast.

He readied her much as he had before, until her knees went weak from the probing sensation. It was uncomfortable and viscerally arousing all at once. She could feel her sex bleeding freely down his chin. Her eyes glazed over, as her rear channel grew slick and lax.

Sesshoumaru drew her back down then, slowly, until she was once again straddling his lap in reverse. Her heart thudded in dark anticipation as he aligned their bodies, bringing the head of his cock to that flinching little hole he’d primed. Kagome’s pulse kicked up, overwhelmed by the pressure. Had he ever felt so huge against her before?

“Sesshoumaru…” she whispered, in a thrill of terror.

He urged up and into her, as though her whispered words had spurred him on. She was so tight when he started to make headway that she dug her nails into his thigh. Or attempted to, anyway.

“I—I’m not sure about this.”

“Do you want me to stop?” he panted against her cheek.

Kagome swallowed, anxiety clawing up her throat. “It feels so much bigger than I remember. I don’t know if I can take it.” Discomfort and exhilaration warred within her. “No,” she said finally, “I don’t want you to stop.”

But when he pushed in deeper, she whimpered at the strain. With a growl, Sesshoumaru fit his fangs to her then. Kagome didn’t realize just where until they sank painlessly into the scarred grooves at her collar. Her breath sighed out of her. Her lids grew heavy. Blissful numbness seeped through her, all the way down to her toes. Reiki sizzled in her veins, but she dismissed it, waving it off like a buzzing fly.

All she could think about was how handsome and strong and smart Sesshoumaru was. How wonderful he was. How good he felt inside her, how much she wanted to receive his seed and bear his children. Had there ever been such a perfect guy, in all of existence? No, definitely not…

Drugged as she felt, Kagome had no idea she’d been babbling this out loud until Sesshoumaru detached his fangs from her, grumbling, “I can’t listen to any more of that drivel.”

The heady numbness persisted. By degrees, Kagome came to realize that Sesshoumaru had settled inside her. When he started to move, the grating sensation she’d expected remained softened, mellowed. She felt vaguely annoyed by this. Thwarted like she’d felt from their very first encounter together, when he’d denied her the pain she felt like she deserved.

“Harder,” she demanded. “I really want you to fuck me.”

“I’ll fuck you however you like,” Sesshoumaru said darkly, making her teeth click together at the force of his thrusts. “But I won’t participate in your delusions. I won’t make this clean for you by debasing you. You will have to remember this. You will have to remember how I made you come in spite of yourself.”

Kagome jerked her head no, but already she could feel it building. Not just from the strange way his bite had affected her, but from the hand he had between her legs. The hand she couldn’t move despite her efforts to wrench it away. His fingers worked over her, into her, stoking her steadily toward a climax she didn’t ask for, didn’t want. A climax only heightened by the filthy pleasure of his taking.

Huge with child, huge with regret, she came with a cry into the palm of his hand, as he made a mess of her, inside and out.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Revised 6/7/23