A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Fervid Dreams

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

REVISED as of 2025!

Canon Universe!

Chapter Prompt: Oregano

This chapter remains true to its original storyline, except the title has changed.

No content warning, as the lemon is sweet in this instillation. *winks*

Word Count: 3,274

KAGOME BEGAN CRAWLING into her sleeping bag with a tired sigh. There was a slight chill to the night air, making her wish she’d brought a thicker pair of pajamas, but the campfire was warm where she’d conveniently situated her bedding. A dense forest surrounded her and her friends, where Inuyasha had found a small clearing for them to rest for the night after another long day of traveling. However, before she could get comfortable, Shippo’s high-pitched voice made her pause.

“Hey, Kagome? I have something that should help you sleep. I know you have in-sno-mia.”

She grinned as the youkai child tried to pronounce the uncommon, futuristic terminology. He said the unfamiliar word like it was some sort of disease, amusing her. In the shadowy darkness of night, Shippo’s eyes glowed a vibrant green, the effect eerie. Human eyes just didn’t do that, but she could never be afraid of her Shippo.

“Insomnia,” she gently corrected, before her gaze dropped to the strange wreath he held out to her in his tiny clawed hands.  “And that’s kind of you, Shippo. What is it?” Even with her weaker senses, she could smell the pungent peppery scent from where he held the offering a foot from where she sat.

Shippo clutched his gift to his chest, suddenly shy. Hesitant. “They’re oregano leaves. My father told me he and mother used to use them before they went to sleep. They help make good dreams. He said that even in sleep he would be with her. You’ve been worrying over your stud-ies again. I can tell.” He shrugged, bashful. “I thought maybe you could try it.”

“Where did you learn to be so considerate?” Kagome teasingly praised, ruffling his auburn hair affectionately. “I guess I have been stressing a lot lately.”

Math is the worst, she inwardly groused, stifling a forlorn sigh at the inevitability of failure if she didn’t catch up on all of her assignments. And soon. Her teachers had been incredibly lenient. Believing her mother’s fables of her daughter’s severe and various illnesses, Kagome had been given an extension upon a previous extension, but her teachers could only extend their sympathies to one ‘sickly’ student so far.

Shippo’s smile lit up his face more brightly than the flickering light of the campfire as he nodded his little head and reached up to place the wreath on her crown. Kagome fought back a sneeze, her nose twitching the instant the pungent leaves neared her face.

“That’s stupid,” Inuyasha scoffed from where he reclined on a thick branch high in a tree, his back against the trunk. “You don’t really believe in that nonsense do you, Shippo? Kagome?”

At the crestfallen expression on Shippo’s face, Kagome felt her brow twitch in annoyance at Inuyasha’s insensitivity, as the hanyou made light of the innocent memory of child’s deceased parents. “Sit boy.”

Everyone watched, unsurprised, as Inuyasha made a customary faceplant into the ground, his enraged, pained cry echoing around the clearing.

“He’ll never learn,” Sango commented, nonchalant.

“I fear you are right.” Miroku nodded in agreement, before turning to offer her a charming grin. “Come, let us adjourn to bed together, my lovely Sango.”

The daemon slayer sent the lecherous deviant a death glare. “You can sleep by yourself, monk!”

At that point, Kagome tuned out her friends’ playful banter and Inuyasha’s curses as she snuggled with Shippo in the warm cocoon of her sleeping bag, willing herself to sleep. Shippo had been right. She was exhausted. Between Inuyasha’s brutal pace for them to find the jewel shards and her late nights trying to finish her homework, she hadn’t been getting enough sleep, and when she tried, anxiety of failing her classes gnawed at her in a vicious cycle of needing to sleep and unable to do so.

Right before slumber claimed her, she sneezed, startling the little youkai in her arms.

She dreamed…

“Higurashi, you failed!” her math teacher yelled, with Kagome gazing at him in helpless horrification, while her classmates gazed on with cruel smirks and malicious laughter.

They were quick to mutter, loud enough for all to hear their snide comments.

“That’s Kagome for you.”

“Why is she even in high school? Obviously, it’s too advanced for her small brain.”

More laughter, the sound grating on her ears.

Rising to her feet, Kagome slammed her palms on top of her desk. “It’s not too advanced for me!” She heard the petulance in her voice, and cringed.

Her teacher thrust her paper in her face, showing her the huge red ‘F’ circled in the dead center of the page. “We’ll just have to hold you back this year and hope you learn the next time around.”

Kagome’s heart nearly stopped, appalled, as she sank back into her chair, where she buried her head in her arms, hiding from her classmates’ ruthless taunted. Beyond mortified, she wished a hole would open up beneath her swallowing her whole. 

Instead, everything went quiet, the mocking jeers silenced as her hard desk became the softest mattress she’d ever felt. Kagome didn’t remember moving even a centimeter, but she was suddenly lying in a prone position, face still buried in her arms. Surprised, she yanked her head up to see white sheets, thick pillows, and gauzy curtains surrounding her when a hand at the nape of her neck forced her head back down with gentle force.

Hot, moist breath ghosted over her ear. “Don’t move.” That voice. Smooth as silk, yet deeply masculine. She shivered.

She should be afraid to find herself in such a vulnerable position, but that rumbling timbre captured her attention, making her think improper thoughts. Naughty fantasies. That voice was familiar, but for the life of her, she could not recall who this mystery stranger was.

Thoughts scattered when she felt a calloused hand touch the bend of her right knee, before that large palm slid upwards, higher and higher. Reaching her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she whispered, a hitch in her voice.

“Relax,” came the seductive reply. A command.

Her muscles tightened when his hand continued a steady climb, until the familiar stranger cupped her right buttock. She fisted the silk sheets, heartbeat racing at the sensation of claws pricking her flesh. Not hurting. They were just there. And she was suddenly naked.

What was happening was impossible, yet her brain couldn’t grasp the unnaturalness of her situation. Like a dream, it just…was.

She was no longer being humiliated in front of her classmates, but here. In this bed, with a familiar stranger taking liberties no one had ever dared—save for Miroku. With the monk, she’d been quick to slap his grinning, unrepentant face. Now? She waited, breath suspended. Wondering what he—whoever he was—would do next.

She tensed. Mistaking her reaction for unease, she felt the stranger massage the back of her neck where he continued to hold her down. The gesture would have been soothing had he not, also, mimicked the motion with the hand on her derriere. Instead, the embers that had begun low in her belly ignited. A heated moan slipped past her parted lips.

The bed dipped as whoever touched her straddled her. She blinked in surprise at the touch of lips on her left shoulder, only to relax when he trailed heated kisses down her spine. The sensation was decedent. Especially when the fall of hair—far softer than the soft silk she currently rested upon—followed the path of his lips, making her shiver.

She arched her pelvic on a sharp cry when he nipped at her left hip, feeling fangs, but the hand on her bottom kept her flat on the bed. She moaned louder when his tongue came out to play and swirled around the two indents above her buttocks. However, she would have jackknifed off the bed had he not had a hold on her when she felt him bite the globe of her right ass cheek, his deadly fangs a gentle nip.

She squirmed in embarrassment even though her folds became saturated in her arousal at his bold actions, especially when he daringly licked along the outer crease of her cheeks.

“So responsive, Kagome.”

That voice again, she thought, dazed, her mind fogged by a vapor of pure lust. Was this real? Or was she dreaming? She never could have imagined the erotic way he touched her, not even in her dreams.

She felt him move over her, blanketing her back with his broad, muscular chest. Like her, he was completely unclothed. The weight of him, the feeling of him, not knowing who he was, should have jerked her from lust’s haze. Instead, she fell further under whatever spell held sway over her. This was just a dream an inward voice assured her. Kagome relaxed even as she was pinned down. She was far from afraid as wetness pool betwixt her thighs, wetting her thighs. The sheets.

She whimpered softly when she felt something hot, thick and impossibly long rest where his tongue had previously been, rubbing up along the crease in slow thrusts without penetrating. Just the thought of such a lascivious act should have had her kicking and screaming for escape. Instead, her pussy spasmed on a surge of longing.

Insanity.

“Shh,” he whispered in a gravelly voice, before his hands went under her, cupping her breasts, massaging the round globes.

Her whimper turned into a needy moan. A knee pressed between her thighs, then another as strong legs forced hers apart. Revealing the slickness of her desire. “That scent,” he groaned. “It drives one to madness.”

Then he was rising on his knees and taking her with him, where he positioned her on hands and knees. The move was so purely sexual that her womb clenched. The emptiness inside her was suddenly abhorrent. She needed to be filled, and thought of the hard length that returned to the cleft of her ass. Hoping he went lower, sought the pulsing desire of her weeping pussy.

Face suffused with heat, from desire, she panted, then moaned when he pinched her nipples. He toyed with her breasts, rolling the peaks, tugging maddeningly. She had to watch, needed to see… Large hands, tipped with deadly claws. His skin was alabaster white, save for the dual mauve stripes along both wrists. But it was the length of silver tresses that fell around her to pool on the bed that made her eyes widen.

Even though she knew the answer before asking, she whispered, “Inuyasha?” She gasped at a particularly sharp pinch to her hard peaks.  

 She felt him bend towards her with a wicked chuckle that was very un-Inuyasha-like, before murmuring hotly next to her ear. “Do you really believe that boy could give you the satisfaction you crave?”

She turned her head to meet amber fire, seeing his familiar face any kami would envy. “Sesshomaru!”

“Soon, you will be screaming my name,” he promised wickedly with a low growl.

She trembled, but not in fear.

He released her right breast to gently scrape his claws down her stomach, before his fingers found her wet and swollen for him. Kagome cried out, jerking against his hand at the electrifying sensation. Now that she knew who her secret lover was, she tried to deny what was happening by reaching down, capturing his wrist.

But her mind whispered, taunting her, that she’d always known who had been lavishing such pleasure upon her. Embarrassment choked her as her humiliating fascination with the daemon lord manifested, feeling all too real in this dream-like world of fantasy.

He merely nipped her ear at her attempts to thwart his exploration. “You seek to deny yourself. Why?”

“Because it’s wrong. This,” with you, she thought, “is wrong.”

She should have known he would hear the words she didn’t say. “There is nothing wrong with wanting. With desire. You want me, and I, miko, desire you.”

Her breath caught at the heated, guttural admission.

On hands and knees, with Sesshomaru kneeling between her spread legs, Kagome could do nothing as his fingers speared her folds, spreading her lips wide. Gently, he stroked her cleft, making her choke on her next breath. His fingers were instantly coated with her fluids. She could hear the wet sounds of his fingers rubbing her aching sex even over the sounds of her moans and whimpering cries.

Only to feel disappointment—frustration—when he stopped. Her heart lurched when he suddenly presented his glistening fingers in front of her face, before smoothing her essence over her lips.

“Taste how your body weeps for me.”

She shivered at the sinfulness of his action, but obediently parted her lips, helpless but to obey, so he could thrust his fingers into her mouth. The tangy flavour of her arousal flooded her tongue.

“Suck.”

Again, she obeyed, and heard him groan in response.

“Good little miko.”

Her pussy clenched at his praise, causing another flood of arousal to drip to the bed in a lewd stream. She knew, because—wicked daemon—he told her. Showed her.

“You’re dipping, Kagome. Look at the mess you’ve made.” He removed his fingers from her mouth to grasp her chin and force her head down, forced her to look down her body to see the wide spread of her thighs, and the thin, sticky bead of her arousal that leaked from pussy to stain the sheets in a long rivulet.

It was obscene. And so arousing she moaned.

Then he was forcing her head back up, his fingers returning to her mouth.

His fingers continued rubbing her folds, circling the bundle of nerves centered at her clit. She bucked into his touch, her mouth filled with his fingers, licking them even after they were clean of her juices.

As he stroked her, he thrust his hard cock against the seam of her buttocks, and felt moisture gather there. Precum, she realized on a sharp spike of arousal.

She could almost come just at that thought! Almost.

She nipped his fingers, punishing him for tormenting her, for keeping her on the edge when she knew what awaited her if he would just let her soar. She knew, because she’d masturbated many times—with thoughts of him. Sesshomaru growled, the sound lusty. Approving.

His fingers began thrusting in and out of her mouth, mirroring the movement of his hips, even as he continued to torture her with soft pets when she needed firmer pressure, a rougher stroke. Kagome clawed at the sheets, mewling around the fingers in her mouth, as she undulated her hips. She was close, so close! On the brink of release, he disengaged his fingers from both her clenching sex and gasping mouth.

“No! Wait, Sesshomaru--”

Before she could continue to plead with him, his palms smacked beside hers. She felt him lean over her, pressing his muscular chest against her back. He mounted her, and found the opening of her body that wept for him. He thrust. Gentle. Sliding in that first inch. Then two. She cried out at how he spread her, forcing clenched muscles wider than she thought possible. Her hips buked back, trying to take him deeper even as his possession burned.

Her slickness helped ease his entry, but he was large where she was small. He could so easily hurt her, but the pain enhanced the pleasure, making her wild. Impatient.

Kagome tried to lunge back, to force him deeper, but his weight on her back kept her immobile her, forcing her to take what he gave her one slow inch at a time, until, finally, he seated himself to the root. She panted from how full she felt, how utterly stuffed. But she needed more, needed the friction of movement.

When he retreated, it was at an excruciatingly slow pace, as was his next entry. He forced her to feel everything. He was thick, and she swore she felt the thick veins that ran up and down his hard length as he retreated. Felt the way the round head stroked along sensitive tissue as he pushed back in. It was a sweet torture that kept her on the brink of satisfaction.

He continued to fuck her with slow—deep—measured strokes. She thrashed beneath him, while small cries of need fell from her lips.

“Please, Sesshomaru! Faster! Oh gods, harder!”

“Not yet,” he growled next to her ear, and she shook her head in denial, needing to come so badly it hurt.

Desperate, she reached beneath her. One stroke and she’d come, but he grabbed her hand before she could and pinned her hands to the bed, interlacing their fingers.

When she started to cry tears of frustration after a few more slow strokes, he slammed his cock inside her, surprising her with a climactic release. She came screaming his name, while he continued to pound inside her, prolonging her orgasm.

Distantly, she heard him grunt, then snarl his pleasure, felt his seed flood her sex in a hot rush.

Kagome awoke with a silent cry on her lips as an orgasm had her thrashing in her confining sleeping bag. When she finally came down from her sexual high, her cheeks were flushed, her body covered in a film of sweat, and her panties were utterly drenched, her arousal thick in the night air.

Gazing around her, dazed, she noted that, thankfully, her companions yet slept. Even Shippo. Seeing his innocent face, embarrassment—shame—consumed her. For having a wet dream, with Sesshomaru. Kagome gazed sheepishly in Inuyasha’s direction, before sneaking off to the stream nearby to wash up and change her panties.

She had just decided to hide her panties in her backpack that she’d left behind as she was returning to camp when Inuyasha’s shout caused her heart to stutter. “Bastard!”

Worried, she ran into the clearing. Only to come to a clumsy halt, her wide-eyed gaze landing on the imposing daemon lord, who backhanded Inuyasha. Her friend who flying into a tree with a sickening thud. She cringed at the painful landing, before her eyes once again sought Sesshomaru. A blush heated her checks when she saw that his eyes had fallen on her.

They both ignored her friends’ demands and questions, lost in each other’s eyes, until his traveled downwards. Following his gaze, she saw her wet panties in her clenched fist and dropped the garment as if burned.

She couldn’t help but look up at him from lowered lashes, wishing desperately that he wouldn’t realize the cause for her scent, knowing he could smell her, even from several yards away. When he moved his left hand upwards, she tracked the movement. Confusion pinched her brows together when he removed a familiar wreath from his regal head. It looked shockingly similar to the one Shippo had given her.

She took hers off quickly, mortified by the implications, remembering Shippo’s earlier words. “—even in sleep he would be with her—”

They seemed to drop the leaves at the same instance, then he stalked towards her in long, sure strides. Choking on her breath, she rapidly back peddled, but he was faster. Sesshomaru caught her wrist in a restraining yet gentle hand, halting her retreat.

“We have unfinished business, miko,” Sesshomaru murmured, voice husky. Golden eyes filled with promise.

Her lips parted on a silent gasp, her core fluttering. Tingling.

Before she knew what was happening, she found herself in the daemon lord’s embrace. He took them to the skies, and she could hear Inuyasha’s loud cursing and her friends’ frantic cries, but she forgot all about them when Sesshomaru kissed her.