As their lips met again, Sesshoumaru opened his mouth against hers, the hot, damp glide of his tongue sending a shiver all the way down to her toes. Her fingers twisted in his luxuriant hair as she let him in, the sinuous rasp of his tongue against hers making her tremble and moan.

She’d forgotten just how good it felt to kiss him like this, to feel that deft firm muscle mapping so thoroughly over every inch of her mouth. His claws scraped lightly against her scalp as she explored him eagerly in turn, running the tip of her tongue along the smooth inner curve of his fang. He tasted wild, earthy—it was a curious and exotic flavor, and every bit as addicting as she remembered. Even as her head started to swim from lack of oxygen, Kagome found herself unable to stop herself from seeking more.

It was Sesshoumaru who drew back to let her breathe, his fangs nipping her swollen lower lip as she immediately tried to kiss him again.

“Easy,” he rumbled, as if reprimanding a small child.

With a disgruntled whimper, Kagome let her heated cheek fall to the cool fur draping down from his shoulder. Her lungs heaved as she struggled to catch her breath. While he ran his claws through her hair, she tugged not-so-subtly at the fastenings of his armor.

Golden eyes slanted down at her dryly. “Do you wish to mate with me, Kagome?”

The miko’s flushed face went redder still. Kami…why does he have to say it like that?

As his tail unfurled from him of its own accord, he guided her down onto the now fur-lined ledge of the well. Blinking up at him in flustered confusion, Kagome watched as he unclasped his armor and lowered it to the grass beside them, her heartbeat accelerating at the sight. Taking a step toward her, he knelt down and rested his hands on her knees.

“I have another wish,” he said, his eyes liquid as he smoothed his hands from her thighs to her waist.

“So greedy,” Kagome teased, her smile twitching when he pulled open the ties of her hakama.

Hooking his claws into the loosened grooves of fabric at her hips, Sesshoumaru held her gaze as he dragged her pants slowly down. “I wish to kiss you again.”

Bracing her palms on the ledge, she leaned toward him with hooded eyes, only for Sesshoumaru to halt her at the chest. Her haori split open beneath the downward course of his hand, her stomach muscles jumping when his claws skimmed past and hooked into the slim waistband of her underwear.

“W-wait,” she stammered, clutching at his wrist.

Sesshoumaru stilled, a slight furrow creasing his brow. Taking her hesitation for unwillingness, he started to retreat from her altogether—until the sight of her awkwardly shucking off her panties with just the one free hand gave him pause again.

“This is my last matching set,” she explained bashfully, gesturing toward her identically-patterned bra as she drew him back to her.

Feudal Japan had not been kind to Kagome’s non-magical clothing. Youki blasts, blood and gore baths, and Entei’s bad grazing habits had really done a number on her poor modern wardrobe. Up against Sesshoumaru’s razor-sharp claws, her cute little polka dot panties stood no chance whatsoever.

“I will keep that in mind,” the daiyoukai said, the corner of his mouth rising as he parted her knees and settled between them.

Air hissed faintly through Kagome’s teeth at her keen exposure, her damp folds peeling apart pleasurably before him. She felt the heat of his gaze so tangibly as he smoothed his palms along the inside of her thighs, the pads of his thumbs spreading her open to him even further.

A low, needy whimper reverberated in her throat. Sesshoumaru’s scintillating eyes returned to hers.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his lashes lowering as he brought his mouth level with her aching flesh. “…Every inch of you is perfection.”

The warm gust of his breath made her shiver, his words swelling in her heart like a tide. Love coursed within her, stronger even than the flood of arousal that crashed through her veins at the first press of his lips to hers. Tears sprang in her eyes, Sesshoumaru glancing up at her briefly before the tangling of her hands in his hair had him fastening his mouth to her again.

Her soft inner folds bloomed opened at his urging, his tongue sweeping in to map out her sex in just as much exquisite detail as he had mapped her mouth—sliding delightfully rough along her slickened walls, probing as deeply as his long, supple reach could take him. His lips melded to the sensitive rim of her entrance, moving in perfect fluid harmony with the thrusting expedition of his tongue.

“Oh…oh—Sesshoumaru,” Kagome managed only faintly, her hold on his hair slackening as his kiss moved tantalizingly upward along her glistening cleft.

Her back bowed when his lips closed around the engorged point of her need. Lightly, he flicked her there, a high-pitched whine escaping her at the feathery sensation. As he began to suckle and stroke her in tandem, Kagome’s weak spine gave out, a short burst of panic spiking through her as she fell back toward the well shaft—only to be caught by the bands of his tail.

The soft length of fur cradled her like a hammock, and she sank bonelessly into it as Sesshoumaru settled her thighs over his shoulders and laved at the open tilt of her sex. Her heels dug into his back, her bloodless fingers gripped his pelt. As his hold tightened around her waist, a knot of pure unbridled pleasure cinched in her groin, the combined wetness from her core and his mouth spilling down between her cheeks in a thin, steady stream.

“Sesshoumaru—Sesshoumaru, I—”

Kagome’s vision went tunnel-dark as she hurtled toward her finish. Growling into her, Sesshoumaru applied just that much more perfect pressure to the underside of her ripened bud, tearing a guttural cry from her throat. Her hips ground uncontrollably against him as white-hot bliss surged through every nerve ending she possessed.

”Sesshoumaru! Sesshoumaru, I love you—oh, I love you…”

Warm claws fanned out across the span of her stomach, his mouth gentling its course against her tender, overwrought flesh. She shuddered and groaned as he caressed her in broad lingering strokes, lapping up every last trace of her release.

“So—so good…” Kagome panted out as her hazy thoughts struggled to gather substance, one splayed thigh slipping numbly off the edge of his shoulder.

Slipping off her other thigh, Sesshoumaru stood up between the sprawl of her legs and leaned over the sated length of her body. His long silver hair draped around her in a soft shimmering curtain, one set of claws curving around the back of her neck as he braced himself against the ledge of the well and kissed her breathless once again.

As his wet lips trailed to the line of her jaw, Kagome’s dizzy head fell to the side. She could still taste the tang of her own arousal, sharpening the heady flavor of him that lingered on her tongue. Her arms wound around his neck as she continued to savor it, her breasts surging up against the hard, silk-covered planes of his chest.

The restrictive presence of her bra was quickly making Kagome enraged. Grunting a little, she wedged her hand beneath her, struggling—and failing—to unclasp it. After a moment Sesshoumaru drew back from the trail he was licking down her neck, clearly picking up on her mounting frustration.

Lifting her up from the bed of his tail, he pulled her skewed haori down from her arms, Kagome flinching away when his claws circled around her ribs to unfasten her bra.

“I can do it,” she said quietly, averting her gaze as her trembling fingers rose to the middle of her scarred back.

“Kagome.”

Hesitantly, she glanced up at him, both his voice and his eyes commanding her. His gaze was steady and intent as he reached for again, her spine going stiff when he dropped down from the well and turned her fully around on its padded ledge.

Kagome’s stomach roiled with unease, the tight ridged skin between her shoulder blades drawing tighter still. With the general lack of mirrors in Sengoku Jidai, she really wasn’t sure just how horrific her back looked—she wasn’t sure she ever cared to know. All she’d known for certain is that she’d never wanted him to see it, and now, here he was, staring at her disfigurement in broad daylight.

As the seemingly interminable seconds dragged on, it was all Kagome could do not to break down and cry. Her shoulders hunched, her teeth worrying relentlessly at the inside of her cheek. When his lips pressed to the line of twisted flesh just below her nape, she nearly jumped out of her skin.

“…Every inch,” he reminded her lowly but firmly, unhooking her bra as his mouth continued to descend along the path of her spine.

Kagome did cry then, silent tears of relief trickling down her cheeks as she threaded her fingers through his. Beneath the tender caress of his lips, her rough scarred skin seemed to even and smoothe, a year’s worth of tension bleeding away from her at the soothing scrape of his fangs. By the time he reached her hips, she was melting—nothing more than putty in his hands as he cupped one around the supple junction of her thighs and curved the other around the soft swell of her breast.

Her nipple pebbled against the pad of his thumb, her lower nub stiffening against his palm. Kagome’s eyes closed, her head lolling at the sheer bliss of his touch. As Sesshoumaru’s mouth meandered back up to her neck, his hands remained still around her, only the faint, almost unconscious rocking of her hips creating friction between them. It was this light, whispered contact that carried over her at last—into a sweet release that hummed long and low in her blood, a physical echo of her deep and abiding love for him.

Drawing her back into the warmth of his chest, Sesshoumaru caught her lips with his, Kagome’s fingertips pressing to the corner of his mouth as she smiled.

“I changed my mind,” she murmured, her half-lidded eyes meeting his as she pulled back from him slightly. “I do have a wish.” Turning around in the circle of his arms, she dipped her fingers pointedly beneath the collar of his haori. “I really wish you’d get naked, already.”

Sesshoumaru laughed. It was brief, but Kagome beamed at the sound. She realized she’d never really heard him laugh before—apart from the occasional scathing chuckle. His real laugh was so rich and pleasant that Kagome decided right then and there she’d have to do everything in her power to hear it again as often as possible.

But all thoughts of laughter promptly fizzled out when he started divesting himself of his layered haori. Kagome bit her lip as his broad, sculpted shoulders and ripped upper half came alluringly into view. It was as if the gods had taken a chunk of the most pristine ethereal marble and hewn out the form of the perfect man. Except she was pretty sure no man had ever had that many abs…

Kagome could keep a lid on her drooling mouth, but as to her dripping lower half, there was nothing for it. His sexiness was a force of nature. All she could do was to try to hang on.

…It’s just so strong, she swooned, now chewing on the more bracing surface of her knuckle instead.

“The ‘Sesshoumaru Effect.'”

The sound of his cool voice repeating those words shocked Kagome violently out of her reverie. The miko blanched, clapping a hand to her mouth in horror. I…I said that OUT LOUD?!

The smirk that ghosted his lips at her mortified reaction had her eyes going saucer-wide. “…Interesting.”

Drawing her attention downward with the course of his hand, he let her gaze linger in suspense at the prominent tent of his erection before slowly untying his hakama. Hungrily, she followed his pants as they descended, before he rose briefly from his knees to remove them altogether. When she saw that he was wearing fundoshi underneath, Kagome’s lips pursed in a pout.

How anticlimactic… she groused inwardly, her attention riveted on his barely-clothed bulge nevertheless.

And now she was positive he was dragging this out just to torment her. His claws plucked unhurriedly at the ties of his underwear, loosening them gradually until the twist of cloth fell at last from his manhood of its own accord. As he settled casually back onto his haunches in the grass, Kagome’s peaked nipples somehow managed to tighten further, her clenched hands throttling the fur in their grasp. Unlike the rest of his ivory flesh, his erection was flushed red and riotously veined—and twice as hard, judging by the look of it.

A tendril of anxiety threaded through the ball of lust tangling in Kagome’s gut. She’d forgotten just how huge he could get, and this was by far the biggest she’d ever seen him. Then again, this was probably the wettest and readiest she’d ever been…

Seeming to have his own doubts about her ability to handle him in his current state, Sesshoumaru curled his fist around the thick base of his shaft—Kagome’s fingers fluttering out to intercept his hand as it rose. He paused, his claws going to her hips instead as she slipped down from the ledge of the well and braced her palms on his shoulders.

“Kagome…” he warned, his grip tightening as she positioned herself over him. “It has been some time.”

“I still want to try,” she breathed out stubbornly, her thighs going rigid as his spongy tip met her entrance.

Just the feel of him against her had a fresh wave of arousal coursing through her. Sesshoumaru’s eyes darkened to amber, his disapproving frown still in place.

“If at any time you are in pain, we must stop,” he ground out as she sank down upon him just barely, her gathered wetness gushing around him.

“Okay,” she whispered, her lashes lowering as she pumped just the head of his erection in and out of her.

His frown faded, his own lids falling to half-mast as he watched her move above his lap in a gradually lengthening circuit. Glazing a little more of his engorged shaft with each downward slide, she took him ever so slowly in, her taut walls stretching to receive him. When he was in her deep enough to stroke her G-spot, her pace sped up a notch, making both of them grimace and groan.

“No further,” he growled, Kagome pretending not to have heard him as she took in another half inch of him.

And then another.

And then another, still.

His claws fell from her hips to clutch at her backside, spreading her wide as she rode him, angling her deliciously toward him. She gasped as the point of him raked along a new inward path of pleasure, the fronts of her breasts compressing to his chest as they slid. Desire sparked within her each time her nipples caught against the ridges of his muscles, her core streaming and straining to consume him in full.

Her eyes watered in disbelief when she finally met the base of his shaft. Going still in his hands, Kagome awed at the sublime feeling of having his entire, massive length seated inside her. Then, slowly and carefully, she raised herself up, until the tip of his erection was just touching her entrance once more. Sesshoumaru’s chest heaved as she locked her gaze with his and impaled herself to the hilt of him in a single, devastating plunge.

His arms wrapped around her, his breath leaving him in a sharp, gravelly snarl. Panting and shaking, Kagome took his face in her hands, his dark gold eyes sliding to hers.

“Did you like that?” she asked in a tired, breathy whisper, a rumble building in his chest at the roll of her hips against his.

“Yes,” he rasped, the answering snap of his pelvis making her whole core ripple with pleasure.

Kagome’s head fell back as he thrust into her again, a whimpered cry leaving her lips. As her cramped, exhausted legs began to tremble, he unfurled them at the knee and bent them around him. Supporting her at the back and hips, he captured her lips once again as he continued to drive into her from below.

Moaning needfully into his mouth, Kagome curled her arms and legs about him, her whole body tensing as she felt herself approaching the edge once more. At the portentous constricting of her channel, Sesshoumaru tore his lips from hers at last, his own movements growing harsh and brisk with urgency.

“Kagome…” he groaned against the side of her throat, “my alpha.” The clawed hand at her back trailed up to cradle her face instead. “My love.”

Kagome’s embrace tightened, her nose and eyes stinging sharply. “Sesshoumaru…”

She was over the edge now, and so was he. As they passed the point of no return together, he raised his eyes to hers.

“Be my wife,” he said as he surged into her. “Bear my children.” Love gleamed brightly in his mirrored gaze, so perfectly reflecting her own. “Stay with me, always.”

“Always,” Kagome promised back.

As the euphoria of their union overtook them, Sesshoumaru lowered his mouth to the base of her throat, youki wreathing his fangs as he sank them into her there—and sealed her to him, forever.

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Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

Hope you enjoyed! <3

…Keep an eye out for the epilogue 😉