A short distance from the campsite, they landed, Sesshoumaru bracing himself for the irritations to come. As the sun began to set, he walked alongside the miko and her steed, his nose wrinkling as the first of the wolves’ musty hide tents came into view. “KAGOME-CHAN!” Sesshoumaru glared as Kouga burst through the pines, landing

Sesshoumaru watched as she wrung the water from her hair, the front of her haori translucent where her dark heavy waves had rested. Even now, he considered reaching for her again–ripping off her clothes and his own, bearing her to the rock below and making her take whatever he saw fit to give her. Damn

Sesshoumaru knelt down as she slid her slick fingers through his hair, going back for more shampoo several times as she worked her way from root to tip. Smooth and dark and gleaming, his long tresses flowed through her hands, the rich lather turning the strands butter-soft as she piled them atop his shoulder. A

As Kagome’s scattered wits slowly reassembled, the outside world drew into keener focus. She gazed up at the blue-grey sky, party obscured by the silvery granite overhang of the cliff they were on. She remembered the hot spring, its heavy steam wafting over them even now, her left side beading with condensation. There had been

Kagome’s hands flew out before her as she was pushed against a smooth wall of stone, her skin heating reflexively—ready to purify the life out of her would-be assailant. As the claws around her arms tightened in a familiar grip, her initial shock cleared, and she quickly reined her power in. “What made you think,”

Meanwhile… “…So this guy Kikkoman has an army of underlings who travel the world delivering these flasks to his patrons?” Kouga summarized, looking thoughtfully at the empty soy sauce bottle in his hand. Kagome nodded. “That’s the gist of it, yeah.” Her brow furrowed. “Except, well, I’m pretty sure he’s dead by now…” The wolf

For the third time that morning, Sesshoumaru dropped the flaming sword with a scowl. “Oh no,” the miko whispered anxiously to the horse beside her, “it happened again…” “Mi-milord…?” Jakken ventured nervously from her other side. Checking them both with a glance, he bent to retrieve Tessaiga, a tendril of smoke rising from his scorched