Torn, Kagome stared back at him. Her cramped fingers seized at the collar of her haori.

No, her first time had been nothing like this.

Diamond droplets glittered from the girl’s shuttered lashes. Wracked with tension, her body jolted uncontrollably beneath Sesshoumaru’s aggressive probing. Kagome could almost feel the girl’s virgin walls being stretched, her untapped tightness being tested. At the first shallow circuit of his finger, it was she who gasped at his knuckles’ telling gleam, the bite of her tongue far too late to mask the slip of sound from him. Like a flip being switched, heat flared into his eyes, the girl arching off the ground as he plunged his fingers into her to the hilt.

It took every ounce of restraint Kagome had not to shout along with her. Stifling her own voice, the miko watched paralyzed as the demon lord extracted his hand, the proof of the girl’s innocence glaring red between his fingers. Regarding his sister-in-law a moment more, he closed his eyes and licked the blood away in a series of slow, savoring swipes.

Cold fury rose within Kagome at the sight. She should have neutered him when she’d had the chance. Reiki simmered beneath her skin, threatened to bleed from her white-knuckled fingers. As his touch returned to the yielding spread of his partner’s thighs, the miko felt herself moving forward—before the languid, backward fall of the girl’s head arrested her.

And now Kagome was witnessing an even greater mystery. As Sesshoumaru plumbed and stroked, the girl ground awkwardly back into his cruel elegant hand, her doe-brown eyes broadcasting the sheer bliss that was ebbing through her, as her pain subsided and his palm fell from her mouth at last.

“Do you like it?” he demanded, rotating his fingers inside her.

“Y-yes!” she gasped, her narrow hips pushing spastically back against him.

“Tell me how much.”

“So—so much, my lord!”

“…Gods,” Kagome grumbled under her breath, her blood pressure ticking up a notch at his blatant self-indulgence.

Almost faster than she could see, the daiyoukai promptly stripped off his boots and hakama, until the rosary around his neck was all that he wore. Her breath hitched at the sight of his cock fully exposed. Huge and darkly engorged, it rose before her, its tip faintly weeping as he locked his eyes with hers yet again. The girl tossed her head and groaned as he removed his fingers and leveled the head of his sex against her.

“And this?” he said with a smirk, pushing into her barely. “Do you like this?”

The girl cried out at the penetration, nodding weakly as he continued to swirl his fingertips over her hypersensitive clit. Blood draining from her face, Kagome clung to a nearby tree branch for support.

“Beg me for it,” he growled, cutting his eyes back to his bleary partner. “Beg me to feed you my cock.”

“Please,” she gasped, as Kagome braced her aching brow against the branch and glared. “P-please, my lord—”

“Please, what.”

“F-feed me your…”

“My,” he pressed ruthlessly, flexing his hips against her as he fondled her sex.

“Your cock!” the girl choked out as he brought her violently over, her eyes streaming from the force of her release. “Feed me your cock, my lord—please! Please!”

The girl’s back bowed taut, her lips parting in a silent cry as Sesshoumaru hauled her back against him—impaling her halfway upon him. So much for ‘feeding’, Kagome thought dazedly, absurdly, as he began to work the teenager over him, her orgasm extending as he used her body to polish the upward angle of his cock. Stiff as a board, the teenager’s bent spine shook like a tuning fork at every twisting plunge, the nails of her curved fingers scraping audibly against the flinty ground.

Kagome was finding it difficult to stand, to even breathe. She wanted to stop him—she wanted to make this stop. But he wasn’t hurting that girl. He was just fucking her—like they’d agreed. If Kagome shocked him, she would be the one out of line.

Still, when he rose on his knees before her, dragging the teenager’s body up with him, when he fit her legs to the hard planes of his chest and held her lower half vertical against him, when he withdrew just enough so that Kagome could witness the whole shocking length of him coring straight back down into the girl’s wet waiting center, the miko could endure it no longer. He was toeing the line, but only just and spitefully so. All the showmanship and antics, all the unnecessary eye-contact was making her blood boil in her veins.

With a final parting glare into that arrogant, hateful look of his, she pushed off from the tree and circled back through the woods. Standing far off to the side now of this vulgar spectacle, she breathed slow and measured as her brother-in-law let the girl’s legs drop unceremoniously around him—before he wrenched her roughly over onto her hands and knees and buried his cock back inside her.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi