It was amazing, really, what a person could get used to.

Fine wine trickled from her lips in a thoughtless waste. Dashing it away with the back of her wrist, Kagome laughed a little to herself as she watched his eyes follow raptly along the path the few escaping droplets had taken. Between her breasts, the spilled sake weaved in a fading trail, dying at last just above her navel, which was about as naked as the rest of her.

Not that this alone was enough to satisfy him.

“Spread your legs,” Sesshoumaru demanded. “Show me that pretty cunt of yours.”

Kagome’s lips twisted. “You have no imagination whatsoever.”

With the sash of her sleeping robe undone, there was very little of her left to the imagination. Little point in keeping her robe on her shoulders at all. But Kagome liked the feeling of it all the same. The trappings of formality, which were a rite to her as much as a reassurance. As a priestess, she took some measure of comfort in the ceremony.

“You cannot begin to imagine what I imagine,” Sesshoumaru darkly said. As Kagome’s expression faltered at this, his eyes glinted at her. “Show me.”

Lying back against the pillows, Kagome cracked her legs open at the knee. She was wet. Very wet. So much so, in fact, that she could feel the tinge of her own dampness bleeding through the cotton robe beneath her. How could she help it, at the sight of him looming above her, chiseled and powerful and just as powerfully aroused? The dark, fearsome energy of him skated along her tingling nerves, as palpable as his piercing stare, and Kagome suppressed a shudder, taking another sip from the flask.

The alcohol helped her to rationalize her attraction to him. It helped her to dull the persistent shame.

As she revealed the slippery breadth of her sex to him in full, his gaze sharpened. His pace heightened. His youki became razor-edged and stifling. A tremor rippled through her at the onslaught, and she bit the inside of her cheek against the urge to soothe her fingers over the parts of her that ached and throbbed for relief from him the most.

Even without contact, her muscles were contracting, strained by the sheer force of his oppressive aura, which was focused and intent even in its unraveling. The slit pupils trained upon her dilated with pleasure, and her breath caught as she could feel herself coming apart to the sight of him coming apart to the sight of her—

“…So beautiful,” Kanako murmured, breathless. Lurching forward between the spread of Kagome’s thighs, her pink tongue flicked out, and before the miko could do more than gasp in shock, she seized around that bit of flesh worming its way inside her, deft and greedy and more than enough to make her convulse around it.

Inuyasha © Rumiko Takahashi

I’ve been a little remiss on updating the Fanfiction page & Control chronology…will work on those tomorrow 🙂