Kagome tore through the forest in blind desperation, sheer adrenaline fueling her as she crashed through the brush and branches that attempted to ensnare her. Her yukata snagged and ripped, her hair and skin as well. As the night wind lashed against her, she raced back toward the castle as fast as her tripping feet would take her.

Her lungs burned, her heart rattling in the cage of her ribs as she scrambled up that final wooded slope. A riot of emotions whirled within her—fear, mortification, anger, even envy—the tumult propelling her onward with frantic, furious force. Bursting through the curtain of vines onto the castle grounds, she veered hard toward her room at the rear of the palace, her back sliding partway down the door frame as she slammed the screen shut behind her.

Still breathing heavily, she peeled herself off from the wall and staggered over to her bed. Her bow and quiver thudded to the floor as she collapsed face-down on top of the futon. Eyes round and staring, fingers twisting into the sheets, she fought to process what she’d just discovered. Had she not witnessed it first hand, she scarcely would have believed it—Sesshoumaru, rutting with a mortal out in the open…

Rutting with Mayuri.

Rolling over onto her back, Kagome pushed her sweaty bangs off her face with a groan. Though her thoughts remained in dizzying uproar, one fact crystallized through the chaos: She had seen something she never should have seen, something she could never unsee. Her roiling head ached at the knowledge, a keen point of tension lancing between her knitted brows. Kneading the spot with the tips of her shaking fingers, Kagome closed her eyes, but the images remained, scorched into her consciousness like a red-hot brand—searing her just as strongly as her brother-in-law’s unfettered youki.

Even now, she could feel the swell and surge of his aura—wild and dark and ferocious as a gathering storm, a true force of nature unto itself. Implacable and powerful, his presence bore down on her even from this distance, her miko senses smothered and electrified all at once. Even in the midst of battle, she had never felt Sesshoumaru come unhinged like this. Knowing now what it meant, a primal shudder ran through her at each sizzling undulation, each jolting current that punctuated the heady ascent of his pleasure.

Senses attuned, Kagome gasped at a particularly sharp spike in his aura, her nipples thrusting up through the thin white cotton of her yukata in response. Strained and twisted, the fabric gaped in places, revealing a swathe of her heaving chest, a stretch of her quivering inner thigh. Seeing herself visibly aroused only inflamed her that much further, her lower lip catching between her teeth, her fingers trailing inexorably down the valley of her breasts. Her legs fell open as she loosed the knot of her obi, a soft moan escaping her at the feeling of her damp, bared sex hitting the air.

Wantonly she writhed beneath Sesshoumaru’s thundering youki, her thighs rubbing together at their swollen junction, smearing her wetness between them. Clutching at her breast, Kagome pinched her captive nipple between her knuckles as she let her reel of stolen images play—mixing freely with her remembered sensations and the ones he was unleashing upon her.

His thick cock glistened in her mind’s eye, taut pink flesh pulling along the length of his shaft as he drew back against the suction of that tight, slick sheath. A whimper rose in her throat, the first two fingers of her free hand wedging themselves into her own wet passage as she imagined how it must feel to be full of him—as she remembered how it felt to be full of his brother.

Flipping over onto her stomach, she pushed herself up onto her knees, three fingers now buried inside her as she braced herself on her forearm like Mayuri had. A ragged, needy groan broke from her when her hand began to plunge in earnest, her hips rising to present themselves to the empty air behind her. But in her mind, she could feel herself being mounted once more, her body bent in base submission, a maelstrom of youki swirling around her, pulsing in time with her lover’s phantom thrusts.

She could see the feral grimace of his pleasure, feel the bite of his claws as he finally began to lose control. Demonic energy blazed like dark flames against her skin, stoking her in scalding, erratic bursts. Mouth dry, Kagome mirrored his savage intensity, slamming her fingers into herself with heated abandon, curling them in toward that spot where the outer curve of his torrid cock would assault her best.

The heel of her hand smacked her clit as hard as his heavy, loaded balls would at the brink. Her toes furled at the punishing pressure, her thighs tensing and breath catching as her inner walls began to shiver and seize. An inferno of youki wreathed around her, roaring higher and higher as his own lust perilously peaked.

Within her, a dam of pure fire was breaking—there was no stopping it. There was no going back. One last spark of that igniting friction, and she was consumed completely. Her vision spotted black as she screamed out into the silence, Sesshoumaru’s echoing conflagration raging through her until the abyssal darkness eclipsed her mind at last.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi