Warm. Rough. Wet.

Kagome twitched awake at the slick, scraping sensation–her sleep-fogged eyes blinking slowly to clear. She lay on her side on the soft bed of stacked pelts, Sesshoumaru’s fluffy tail coiled about her like a boa. It was a moment before she realized she was totally nude beneath it–a few moments more before the events of the previous night returned to her in a riot of emotions and words and images. Awkwardly, she shifted against the hard body at her back, her cheeks tingeing pink at the memory.

She couldn’t believe she’d broken down on him like that at the end. Of course, she’d been utterly exhausted by all the sexual acrobatics, but still…

Kagome sighed, her hands curling beneath her chin. She was a little surprised he was still here–and a little put out. As nice as it felt to be wrapped up against him in his luxurious fur, right now she could really use some space. Especially when she could feel how aroused he was even through all those dense coils of fluff.

“Ah!” she gasped sharply as she felt another warm wet rasp below her shoulder.

Stiffly, she craned back her neck, watching Sesshoumaru’s tongue slide across her broken skin. His crimson lids were lowered, the ends of his silky bangs dusting over her as he licked along the path of a long shallow scratch. Her stomach dropped, a frown tugging at her lips.

“Sesshoumaru…what are you doing?”

Reaching the end of the line, he glanced up at her, his golden eyes deep and smoldering. “Cleaning your wounds.”

“That…that’s really not necessary,” she said faintly, wincing as he moved on to a neighboring cut near her collar. “Also, it hurts…”

“Only for a moment,” he spoke against her skin, his tail slipping away from her as the claws around her arm bore her back to the pelts.

And it was true. Although the first stroke smarted something fierce, after a moment, the pain numbed altogether. Even the angry redness of her scratches dimmed beneath the damp, soothing trail of his tongue.

“Mm,” Kagome groaned softly, her eyes squeezing shut as she twisted her fingers into the pelt at her sides.

Long, cool hair whispered over her front. Hovering just above her, he skirted his lips past the hollow of her throat before continuing down her chest. Her grip on the pelt became a shaky clutch. She had a feeling she knew where he was going with all this, and when he drew apart her legs and settled between them, that feeling sharpened with piercing certainty.

Her stomach dropped again, straight through the floor.

“…Sesshoumaru,” she said, placing a hand haltingly on his shoulder as he bent his mouth to her breast.

But just like last night, he seemed too caught up in his lust to even hear her. Or maybe–more likely, she was beginning  to think–he just didn’t care.

“Sesshoumaru,” she tried again, more forcefully, her other hand going to his shoulder as well. “Sesshoumaru.”

His claws closed around her hips as he rumbled against her, her entreaties seeming to have entirely the opposite effect from what she’d intended. Resigned, she lay there like the object she was, stiff as a board, as he slowly laved her wounded upper half clean.

This is wrong, she thought, tears gathering in her eyes as her wooden hands plunked down to her sides again. This is all wrong…

There was a time not so long ago when she would have given her right arm to have him lavish his attentions on her like this. But last night had changed all that. What had once made her feel so indescribably good now made her feel dirty and cheap.

Used.

“You are so tense, Kagome,” he murmured huskily as he descended further, his palms pressing open her inner thighs. “Where is it that you ache the most?”

There wasn’t a part of her body that wasn’t bruised, stinging, or sore. But the place where she ached the most wasn’t anywhere close to the direction his mouth was traveling.

A trembling hand rose to her chest, her nose burning as two twin tears glittered down her temples. “Please, Sesshoumaru,” she whispered brokenly, “please, no more…”

Sesshoumaru stilled, looking up at her with a frown as the hide curtain swung open behind him.

“Milord! It is past dawn–are we to depart soooOOOOON?! UWAAAHHHH!”

For an instant, all three of them froze–Jakken with his buggy yellow stare and gaping beak unhinged in horror, Kagome with her wide eyes and sex-marked chest on full display, and Sesshoumaru with his hard gaze and even harder naked body bowed between the spread of her legs.

Then, the instant passed.

“KYAAAAHH!” Kagome screamed, snatching up Sesshoumaru’s tail to cover her as she seized the sandals next to the bed and chucked them at the paralyzed imp. “Get out! GET OUT!”

As the second sandal pinged off his head, Jakken fled the room with an agonized wail, the sound of it carrying loudly in the hallway beyond. Red-faced and heaving, Kagome sagged to the bed with a moan of despair.

“He saw everything–everything…”

Sitting next to her, Sesshoumaru sighed in preemptive annoyance, his claws pressing bracingly between his eyes. “…Yes.”

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

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