A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

A Love Like No Other

AUTHOR’S NOTE:

REVISED as of 2026

Canon! Special dedication to Mistress's Birthday Smut Challenge

Word Prompt: Peppermint

Brief Description: Peppermint is often enjoyed in tea.

CONTAINT WARNING: Light Dub-con; Forced Orgasm

Word Count: 6,209

Glossary:

Shiro—The Entire Castle Complex

Goten—Main Residence (the daimyo’s estate where he and his family live)

Daiyoukai—Great Daemon

Hai—Yes

Hime—Princess/Noble Lady

“I CAN’T STAY with you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.”

Kagome shook her head, not looking at Sesshomaru, while her teeth bit into her lower lip to keep herself from breaking. Before pride stiffened her spine. She glared up at Sesshomaru, hating the mist glazing her eyes, obscuring his angelic features. “I don’t belong here. I should go back. To my own time.”

She tried to sound strong, but it was impossible. Love wasn’t so easily dismissed—even after what she’d witnessed on his veranda. Outside his bedchamber.

Not five minutes passed, she’d ventured from her own private apartments with the innocent thought of inviting him to watch the sunset with her.

She’d been living at his shiro for the past three weeks, and although everyone knew of their intimate involvement, she and Sesshomaru maintained separate chambers, as was expected. However, the arrangement was little more than a formality. While her clothes and personal belongings were kept in her own rooms, Kagome usually spent the night in Sesshomaru’s. Every morning, she broke her fast with him before they adjourned to the bath. Having been born in the future, Kagome appreciated modern habits of cleanliness, a convenience she never failed to take advantage of ever since residing under his roof.

However, she’d never known just how pleasurable a bath could be, not since she started sharing her morning ritual with an amorous Sesshomaru.

Nothing could rival modern plumbing, but Sesshomaru’s private bath was beyond luxurious, the water heated by an oven and channeled into the large tub through an ingenious system of bamboo pipes. Afterwards, she would return to her chambers to dress for the day.

As the Lord of the West’s bride, Kagome was expected to dress the part.

No more skirts or jeans from her era. Sometimes she missed wearing a cool dress during the hottest parts of summer or the freedom of walking in a pair of pants, but, overall, Kagome quite enjoyed wearing the exquisite kimono and yukata of this era, appreciating not only their beautiful craftsmanship but also the rich history woven into every stitch. Of all her studies, history had always been her favorite—while math remained her greatest adversary. As were a particular pair of bleached white haori and crimson hakama. She could never wear the traditional priestess ensemble without thinking of Kikyo—and the old insecurities of not quite measuring up.

With sunset approaching, Kagome had slipped out the back entrance of her bedchamber, where the veranda doors opened to the lavish garden beyond. The picturesque landscaping never failed to take her breath away. Graceful trees dotted along the stone paths with flowering shrubs and vibrant blooms, while at the center of it all lay a large pond, crossed with an elegant bridge. Further back, the mountains rose high in the sky. From there, she could see the sun’s descent, and knew the view would be magnificent in about half an hour. There wasn’t much time.

Hurrying along, she took a secluded path through the garden rather than risk being caught traversing the more public covered walkways that lead straight to the lord’s goten. With a youkai’s enhanced senses, no one could fail to notice the significance of Sesshomaru’s musk upon her, a scent that lingered even after bathing she’d been told—to her mortification. She knew it was not unheard of for intendants to engage in sexual relations, but an appearance of modesty must be observed, one Kagome had no issue with maintaining. Despite being Sesshomaru’s lover—her first; her only—Kagome wasn’t immodest. Just the thought of brazenly walking the public corridors towards Sesshomaru’s private residence for all to see horrified her.

One day, she could do so openly without restraint. Even after their mating, when tradition dictated that the lord and lady reside in separate apartments within the goten, she knew she was likely to remain uncomfortable for some time. For now, Kagome’s apartment was situated within the guest’s wing, a separate building from Sesshomaru’s private residence; though, a garden path provided a convenient shortcut between their quarters. She wasn’t ignorant. Her chambers were specifically designed for a lord and his paramour to meet discreetly, unobserved. But Kagome was his bride, not a consort. Even so, her current placement remained entirely respectable. It was simply the expected arrangement for their current circumstances to be apart yet together.

As she waked between a small grove of well-maintained trees, a light breeze picked up, rustling past her face, when she caught sight of the daimyo’s private veranda. Surprisingly, the sliding screen opened, perhaps anticipating her visit. At the thought, a smile began to form, only to falter and freeze upon her lips at the sight of a beautiful woman emerging from Sesshomaru’s room. His bedchamber. Kagome recognized her instantly as one of the many youkai hime visiting for their upcoming mating ceremony.

Many highborn and influential youkai families had come to witness the mating of the century. In just two days’ time, the Lord of the West—a powerful daiyoukai—would tie his life with a ningen miko of mysterious origin. There were many who opposed the alliance, but none dared stand against the united pair. Sesshomaru was undeniably powerful, but Kagome was strong in her own right. Though human, she possessed the spiritual strength that hadn’t been seen since the age of Midoriko, a priestess who had lived five centuries ago. At least, by the Edo period where Kagome currently resided with Sesshomaru. However, during the modern era where she had been born, Midoriko had lived a millennium earlier.

In this day and age, Kagome’s reiki was rivaled only by Kikyo. As Kikyo’s reincarnation, Kagome often wondered if her abilities came from her predecessor—an insight Kikyo had once taunted her with. A memory that had never quite lost its sting, even years later.

Since that first day she’d been pulled into the old Bone Eater’s Well, Kagome had regularly travelled between her era in modern Japan to the Edo period. At first, to collect the shattered shards of the Jewel—and to defeat the dreaded Naraku. A mission that had taken an entire year. Afterwards, Kagome continued jumping between the past and the present, unable to abandon her friends in the feudal era despite never quite belonging. She’d long ago accepted that her love for Inuyasha would forever be tainted by Kikyo’s memory, but what she couldn’t accept was being second in his heart. As a result, a relationship had never developed between them.

While her friends Sango and Miroku lived together in their own hut, where they started to build a family of their own, Kagome continued to reside with Kaede during her frequent visits, along with Shippo and Rin. As Sesshomaru’s ward, the great daiyoukai was often seen at Kaede’s village when visiting the child, and since Rin was rarely far from her side, Kagome found herself sharing company with Inuyasha’s elder half-brother on many occasions.

Three years seemed to pass in a blur, and Kagome wasn’t certain when she first noticed how her friendly feelings towards Sesshomaru began to blossom into something deeper, but instead of being overjoyed with the realization that her heart could indeed love another, she had been horrified and conflicted. She tried to hide her new awareness of Sesshomaru, how her heart fluttered whenever he was around, but she was a terrible liar. She feared censor from her friends—especially from the object of her affections, but, surprisingly, Sesshomaru returned her feelings, and even Inuyasha seemed to accept the situation as long as she was happy and treated well.

Everything seemed to be falling into place, mocking Kagome’s fears and concerns. She’d been blissfully happy. Until now.

Old insecurities came rushing back as she watched Sesshomaru walk up behind the hime. Kagome couldn’t miss how the female’s clothes were in disarray, her hair mussed, or how she rose a delicate clawed hand to Sesshomaru’s broad chest, a sultry smile on her lips. 

Don’t let her touch you! she remembered thinking desperately of Sesshomaru.

Emboldened, the hime moved to cup his cheek, but Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist before she could, and held her hand away from him. Kagome didn’t notice. Instead, she noticed how he didn’t let go. Saw how close they stood next to each other. Outside his bedchamber. That last, painful detail ricocheted through her mind. Her heart.

Kagome’s nails dug into her palms as she stood rooted on the stone path beneath a tree, staring—transfixed—as the hime murmured something, too quiet for Kagome’s ningen hearing. All she heard was the loud cry of her inner voice: Move away from her!

The hime rose on her toes, face upturned, and Kagome knew she was going to kiss him. She must have made some sort of noise because Sesshomaru’s head lifted. Amber clashed with hers, and she knew there was no hiding the hurt that savaged her heart. As though a spell had been broken, she turned and ran. She made it three steps before she collided with a massive form, strong hands gripping her upper arms in support so she wouldn’t fall.

She didn’t have to look up to know it was Sesshomaru. She heard him say, “Leave us,” and wondered if he spoke to her, but then she heard a woman’s voice behind her answer, and realized the hime had followed him. “Hai, my lord.”

Kagome almost sagged in relief that it was not her he was dismissing. Instead, she stiffened her spine. What had she just seen? Did Sesshomaru… Would he…cheat on her? Her heart denied the possibility despite what her eyes had seen. But what had she really seen?

“Kagome?”

“This was a mistake,” she whispered, her insecurities clawing at her. She couldn’t—wouldn’t—be second best ever again!

Stomach churning, she pressed her clasped hands to her middle, and babbled like an idiot. “I don’t know what we were thinking. I mean, we’re two different people with completely different lives. I should have known this couldn’t work.”

“Kagome—”

Kagome interrupted Sesshomaru by abruptly jerking away from him—and he let her go. 

Kagome took a few steps back and raised her eyes to his chin, unable, or unwilling, to meet those beautiful, honey orbs. “I can’t stay with you anymore.”

“You don’t mean that.” His voice was strong and firm with conviction.

“I don’t belong here. I should go back. To my own time.” Hers, however, was not.

A tear spilled from the corner of her eye. She went to wipe it away, but Sesshomaru beat her to it, stroking her cheek with a gentleness that tore at her heart. He tipped her chin, forcing her watery gaze to meet his.

She loved him. Oh God, how she loved him!

“You belong with me. You love me. Do not deny it.”

Anger ignited. She jerked her chin free, denying his touch. “Do you love me, too?”

Sesshomaru stared down at her calmly as jealous hurt blazed inside her fiercely. “I love you, Higurashi Kagome. You know this.”

Another tear spilled over at his unwavering declaration, her anger deserting her. Her shoulders sagged. “Th-that woman… Why was she in your bedchamber?”

More tears fell down her cheeks, making his face blurrier.

Suddenly, large palms cupped Kagome’s face, and Sesshomaru leaned towards her, bowing his great shoulders. He opened his mouth to speak, when he lifted his head sharply to stare over her head, eyes narrowed. Releasing her face, he grabbed her left hand, and Kagome found herself being dragged back to his room, the screen door clicking closed behind them before she could think to speak.

“What are you doing?”

“Someone approached. This conversation is best done in private. Kagome, speak truthfully. Do you honestly believe I would dishonor you by bedding another?”

He could scent a lie, she knew he could.

Shame burned her cheeks at the hurt reflected in the depths of his inhuman eyes. Eyes that rarely revealed even a hint of emotion. But on occasion, when they were alone, he let her in. He let her see, and what she saw now exposed the pain she had caused him by her suspicions. Suddenly, she felt foolish for her doubts. But then, what had she witnessed?

“I don’t know,” was her meek reply.

She saw his arm move from the corner of her eye before she felt his fingers caress the side of her throat. The contact was light. Intimate. Kagome shivered, a reaction he couldn’t fail to notice.

“You doubt me, yet you still tremble at my touch.” He cupped the back of her neck, forcing her to look up at him as his lips descended, but when he neared, she smelled a woman’s perfume.

She jerked her head to the side, where his kiss fell to her cheek. “I can smell her on you!” she accused.

She pushed futilely against him, and felt silken skin. His yukata was parted, revealing a wide expanse of his chest. She wanted to touch him, to caress the firm muscles. And lower. It took more will power than she was willing to admit to stifle the impulse. He did this to her, made her vulnerable and weak when she needed to be strong.

“Nothing transpired between this Sesshomaru and the hime, this I swear.”

“I don’t believe you! Your clothes are in disarray, as were hers.”

The hand at the back of her neck jerked her forward, forcing her flush against him—if not for her palms pressed flat against his pecs. Fingers tightened in her hair almost painfully at the base of her scalp. Excitingly. Sesshomaru forced her head back, forcing her to accept the brutality of his kiss. He stamped her with his possession, and Kagome felt her body’s instant reaction. Tension released, muscles relaxing as she was helpless but to open her mouth for the invasion of his tongue.

His deep groan sent an answering thrill between her thighs. She had to stop him or be consumed by the madness of passion’s inferno. As though sensing her desperate thought, a steel arm wrapped around her waist, forcing her stomach against his hips. Against the hardness thickening between them.

Kagome felt moisture at her entrance, preparing her for her lover’s possession. Desire—his, hers—flared between them in an instant.

She tried to tell him to stop, but only a muffled noise escaped her lips as he refused to cease plundering the depths of her mouth with his sleek tongue. She tried not to respond, but he took no quarter, forcing her to acknowledge her need, so fierce it gripped her. As fierce as he held onto her.

His tongue coaxing hers to take up the same passionate rhythm, to kiss him back with wanton abundant. Helplessly, she did. Heat seared her loins, swelled her breasts, heightening her senses as she surrendered with a whimper and stroked her tongue along his. Could he taste the peppermint tea on her breath? She tasted him. Was addicted to the heady flavor that was all Sesshomaru. An addiction that paled in comparison to the way he made her feel. She caught fire, knew he burned just as strongly—for her.

She felt him push against her, forcing her backward, until he pinned her against the wall by the door. The arm around her waist moved so he was now gripping her right hip, holding her in place as he ground his erection against her stomach. Tantalizing her. Tempting her into wickedness. She moaned at the blatant evidence of his desire rubbing against her.

His mouth left her lips to graze along her jaw, nibbling softly before placing a wet kiss behind her ear. “Do you feel me, beloved?” He thrust his thick length against her, leaving her without question to his meaning. “I am hard for you. I burn to spend inside of you. No one else.”

Kagome’s heart swelled at his words, yet still, she whispered, “But, that woman…”

He pricked the lobe of her ear with his fangs, punishing her for her doubt. Kagome flinched, then gasped in delight when he sucked on her abused flesh.

“She came to seduce this Sesshomaru you were correct to assume. She came uninvited,” he stressed. “Her attempts were unsuccessful. Had she not been another lord’s offspring, I would have had her banished from our home.” He cupped her right cheek, thumb gently stroking—cherishing—as he gazed deeply into her eyes. “It is you I hunger for, little miko. Only you who manage to quench this thirst plaguing me. It has only ever been you.”

More tears filled her eyes, but they were no longer from sorrow. They stung with thankfulness. And regret. Sesshomaru kissed her tenderly, deeply, stroking his tongue inside her mouth. This time, she had no thought to deny him—or herself, but returned his kiss with her whole heart, no reservations.

When he moved his lips to the side of her throat, licking, sucking, and nipping, she moaned out an apology. “I’m so…mmm sorry, Sessh—ah!” Her words were cut off by the hard suction against her neck, scattering her wits until she was left trembling. It was no secret that her neck was one of her erotic zones, and Sesshomaru often exploited the knowledge to make her instantly wet and aching for him.

She didn’t even realize he had untied her obi until both of his hands cupped her bare breasts. She moaned, arching her back to press herself more fully into his wicked touch. Her nipples rasped against the center of his palms as he squeezed and rubbed in maddening circles. Until she was left panting, aching for an even more sinful caress.

Her nipples ached. “Please, Sesshomaru.” A low moan. A whimpering entreaty.

He bowed his regal head, until he could nuzzle the top of her breasts. “Please, what?”

Kagome bit her lip, shyness creeping over her, stealing her voice, but he was relentless. “Tell me. Voice your desires.”

Then he licked her, his tongue grazing along the right mound. Excitement sizzled through her nerves, and she surrendered to pleasure’s promise with abandon.

“My nipples… I need you to touch them, please!” Embarrassment forgotten, she could only cling to his shoulders—and beg.

Instantly, he rewarded her by pinching both between his thumb and forefinger. She gasped sharply at the sting of pleasure. He did it again, harder, before rolling them roughly. Just the way she liked. Kagome’s head fell back against the wall as a moan crept up her throat to spill from her parted lips—when she cried out.

Sesshomaru suckled at her left breast. Strong suction. Tongue rasping the bud. Her hands flew to his hair, holding him close as her world faded around her. There was only his touch on her breasts. Fingers pinching, rolling. Tongue licking, lips pulling.

Kagome cried out and would have fallen had he not wrapped an arm around her waist, holding her up. Holding her to him and his devouring mouth. Moisture pooled between her thighs, dampening the silk of her panties. There were only two garments she refused to relinquish, and that was modern underwear. But her bra had been discarded not an hour previously when she’d dressed for bed. Sesshomaru took full advantage.

A fang pricked her nipple, wrenching a keening cry from Kagome. Rather than assuage the sting, Sesshomaru moved to her other breast. While he suckled her, he allowed his fingers to soothe her tender peak. Wicked, wicked youkai.

She couldn’t stand it, the pleasure too great. Her hands tightened in his hair, holding him close even as she wanted to thrust him away. “Stop… Please! I can’t—”

Sesshomaru heeded her desperate cry—with a womb spasming tease. Leaning back, he released her swollen nipple with a wet pop. A harder suction. At the same instant, he pulled on her other peak, until the bud slipped from his tight clasp.

Kagome spasmed, full body—and nearly came right then and there. With a swiftness that left her breathless, Sesshomaru swept her yukata off her shoulders, leaving her to stand in nothing but her panties before him.

He stared at her, burning her with his gaze. Shyness threatened. Kagome’s breasts had always been larger than was fashionable. Plumpness that couldn’t be hidden by even the many layers of a kimono, ruining any attempt at an elegant silhouette. A blush began to heat her cheeks as she went to cover her aching breast with her arms, and grazed the sensitive peaks. A shiver of delight shook her. Aggressively, Sesshomaru grabbed both of her hands and held her arms at her sides. Baring her body fully to his hungry gaze.

“Never hide from me, Kagome. You are beautiful. I have to see you, touch you.”

He leaned in, his tongue leading the way as he licked a path across the roundness of first one breast, then the other. Before he grazed the plump mounds with a fang, teasing her with the promise of more. Of how he’d used his fangs on her in the past. Kagome melted, and knew Sesshomaru couldn’t fail to sense her capitulation.

It wasn’t their first time together, but suddenly, she remembered his guests. All those powerful lords and their families. They’d been arriving all week. And all week she had insisted she and Sesshomaru abstain from further intimacies. It was one thing for the servants to know when they came together, but it was a whole other matter to have such high-ranking nobles around. Where they could hear her cries, and know that the Lord of the West was well and thoroughly pleasuring her.

“Um, Sesshomaru? We should probably stop—”

Her words tumbled to an abrupt end when took her left hand in his and wrapped her palm around his erection through his yukata. Her breath hitched. He was large. Thick. Her small hand couldn’t wrap fully around him. How many times had he taken her? Proving how well they fit. Even so, his size never failed to intimidate—as well as saturate her panties with her sticky juices.

Awed—aroused, she gripped him, and without being encouraged, she stroked him. Staring up at him, his face was flushed, lips parted to reveal a hint of fang as he panted.

“This is what you do to me, Kagome. I need you. Don’t deny me.”

His words enticed her almost as much as his touch had. She watched—enrapt—as he began thrusting into her palm. When she squeezed, he growled. She felt him grab ahold of her hips, and knew she would have bruises later. Relished the knowledge that she was marked by their passion. She longed to mark him in return.

Finally, yanked her hand away on a barked, “Enough!”

When she would have protested, Sesshomaru crashed his lips over hers, silencing her. She felt claws scrap her hips—then fabric fall away. Leaving her bare. Excitement sizzled, even as she jerked back, exasperated. “Sesshomaru! How many times have I told you not to—”

Grabbing the back of her thighs, he surprised her by yanking her up his body, until her thighs were wrapped around his hips. “Chastise me later,” he rumbled against her lips, sending her heart fluttering at the primal sound.

Then he shocked her by forcing her higher, her back sliding along the wall, until he had her thighs over his shoulders. “Sesshomaru!” The position was precarious, but with his large hands holding her bottom, easily supporting her weight, she knew she was safe. Logically, she knew that, but the ground seemed so far away. She gripped his hair, uncaring if she hurt him, knowing she wouldn’t.

“Trust me,” he purred heatedly. Coaxing.

She opened her mouth to protest further, only to choke on a shuddering breath, because when she looked down, she saw that he was staring straight ahead. At her. His face was inches from her pussy, where she was left bare. Utterly exposed. She watched his nose flare as he breathed in deep, taking in the scent of her musk. She was wet for him, could feel her sticky arousal coating her inner thighs.

He squeezed the globes of her butt, his fingers fitting into the seam that separated her lush curves. Too close to forbidden territory. Kagome stiffened, embarrassed.

Aroused.

Then he was sliding his nose between her folds, parting her petals. Kagome squealed. Shocked. Mortified. Pleasured. “We shouldn’t be doing this!”

“I must.”

His tongue dabbed at her weeping opening. Kagome’s muscles tensed, her clit throbbing for him to stop teasing and to take—even as she continued to plead for him to cease. “People will know. They’ll hear us.”

“Let them.”

“No! Ahh!”

He licked her from her dewy center to aching clit.

“Let’s go to the bed at least!” she begged, panting. Desperate for more lest she go mad with wanting.

“I’m quite comfortable as I am,” he rumbled against her slick folds, making her gasp at the vibration.

“Well, I’m not!”

“You will.”

The certainty in his voice, pitched low—deep—made her pussy spasm. By his dark chuckle, she knew he saw the affect he had on her. “Your body is more honest than your mouth.”

Kagome fought not to squirm. First in discomfiture. Then in pleasure as his tongue lapped at her tender folds. She gasped, fists clenching his hair.

“No, you don’t wish for this Sesshomaru to cease.” Saying so, he devoured her, licking her clit like a ravenous beast. There was no finesse, only hunger. For her taste. To hear her screams of ecstasy.

She was desperate to remain quiet—knew she couldn’t hold back her cries if he didn’t stop. She yanked on his hair to pull him away, but he would not be dislodged.

Kagome shuddered as he tortured her with his suckling mouth, tantalizing nips, and the rough swirl of his tongue, forgetting all about escaping. Forgetting who might be listening as he brought her closer and closer to the precipice. Rather than push him away, she clutched him closer, uncaring if she was smothering him. All she thought about was reaching the height of rapture—her whole body jolted when she felt him thrust his tongue impossibly deep inside her, stroking intimately against silken walls. He wasn’t human; his tongue was much longer—thicker. Like a beast’s. Reaching that bundle of nerves that drove her wild.

A shuddering cry escaped her, before she bit her bottom lip. Quiet! Have to be quiet!

With his claw retracted, he grazed a finger through her juices mixed with his saliva, before sliding along the crease of her ass, to the forbidden. Rubbing. Pressing.

Scandalized, she shouted his name, but when she tried to say more, he distracted her by suckling on her clit. Hard. Kagome shattered, her climax whooshing through her. At the same instance, she felt him penetrate her ass with his finger, thrusting deep. The new sensation—the taboo act—sent her careening into an even higher high. Stealing her breath. Her sanity.

Distantly, she was aware that she was falling. The hands that held her manipulated her, forcing her thighs off Sesshomaru’s shoulders, to wrap around his waist. One arm was around her hips, the other crossed over her back to grab her far shoulder. And suddenly she was in his lap on the floor, with her cunt sheathing his cock in one swift thrust.

The breath trapped in her lungs broke free, and Kagome screamed. Overcome by a pleasure that refused to end, but rolled together, tumbling her into another orgasm. All through her spasms, Sesshomaru held himself still, deep inside her. Too deep. Spreading her too wide. Kagome wasn’t sure when he had untied and discarded his yukata as she sat on his rock-hard thighs, trembling. Clutching his shoulders as she slowly came down from rapture’s heights, and felt herself so utterly stuffed she could hardly breathe.

When she was finally able to open her eyes, she was meet by Sesshomaru’s crimson stare, the irises glowing a cerulean blue. His fangs had grown so long it was impossible for him to completely close his mouth, while his magenta stripes had become jagged slashes across his high cheekbones.

“You are mine, Higurashi Kagome. And. All. Shall. Know.” With each snarled word, he lifted her by her hips before slamming her back down. Impaling her. Over and over. Too deep. Too hard!

Too glorious.

All she could manage were high-pitched moans mixed with guttural groans.

He was fiercely beautiful in that moment, his ningen façade crumbling under his raging need, his beast close to the surface. She felt no fear. Only desire. Kagome wrapped her arms around him on a wild cry and kissed him, fangs and all. He groaned into her mouth, an animalistic sound that sent an answering spasm through her cunt. Intimate muscles gripped the imposing length that continued to plunder her depths, wrenching another snarl from her beast.

She needed this, for Sesshomaru to fuck her senseless. To dominate her. To love her.

Every thrust caused him to hit the end of her, forcing her to take all of him. Faster. Harder.

She threw her head back, breaking their heated kiss on a low moan as pleasure built anew, the slight pain of his possession sending her closer to ecstasy. Suddenly, he latched onto her neck and sucked at the vulnerable flesh. She flinched as a current of pleasure went straight to her swollen clit, her hips thrusting into his pumping cock sharply on reflex.

He seemed to take her movement as a signal and thrust hard, bouncing her. Her breasts jiggled as he increased his tempo, pounding into her. If she thought he’d been rough before, he proved her wrong now. Kagome climaxed on a wailing cry. She felt him slow even as her world erupted around her. He never ceased thrusting inside her, but his palms found her breasts, cupping her, fondled and pinched her nipples while she clung to his broad shoulders as stars burst before her eyes in an array of vibrant colors.

When Kagome’s senses returned, she heard their harsh breathing, and the wet sounds of their coupling—when Sesshomaru lifted her by her hips, only to yank her back down on his cock. Spearing her. Hitting her cervices. Pain. Pleasure. She cried out.

 Mindless, she leaned forward and bit his shoulder while her inner walls quivered around his straining cock. Sesshomaru snarled at her actions. She felt him grab the back of her head, holding her in place. To keep her teeth latched. Even as he latched onto her. His fangs sank deep, penetrating where her shoulder met her neck. At the same instance, she felt his hot sperm shoot inside her, coating her inner walls. Straight into her womb.

He marked her as his mate, his youki spilling into her from his bite at her neck, and from his cock as he continued to squirt jets of seed inside her quivering channel. The sensation forced her to tumble into another climax. It was torture. It was bliss.

Kagome collapsed against his heaving chest, his panting breathes rustling the hair at her temple. She shifted her hips to find a more comfortable position atop his muscular thighs, when she noticed the impossible. She stiffened. Moaned. He was still fully erect inside her. How could that be? She was certain she’d felt his release. Could feel it coating both their thighs.

“But you already… How are you…?!” she sputtered, heart racing.

“This Sesshomaru has need of you yet, little miko,” Sesshomaru half-purred, half-growled.

He thrust into her, making her gasp as his cock stroked against tender tissue. She placed her hands on his shoulders and looked at him with no small amount of surprise. “Again?”

He chuckled darkly, his lips lifting in a smile that was all fang. “Again and again and again. You need to be punished for doubting me.” He thrust into her, a sharp jab. She gasped. “My body is yours.” Another thrust. Another harsh gasp. “As yours is mine.”

He turned, rolling her beneath him on the tatami mats, uncaring if their mixed fluids left stains. He pulled back and thrust back in. He found a rhythm that was neither slow nor fast. He stroked long and hard inside her, eliciting small cries from her lips as she arched her back into his hips. Sesshomaru knelt between her spread thighs, hunching over her as he held onto her hips, forcing her to take the thrust of his cock over and over again. His growls and groans filled her ears, liquefying her insides further.

“Look at me. See who it is that takes you, the one who gives you such pleasure,” he half-groaned, half-commanded. Kagome’s eyes obediently went to his face. “Now, watch,” he ordered on a rough rasp, his eyes lowering to where they were joined. “See how greedy your cunt takes me? How wet you’ve coated my cock.”

Kagome could do nothing but obey and watch. His words embarrassed her, thrilled her. She watched as his cock entered her, saw how wide he spread her intimate lips, and when he withdrew, his length was slick with her juices. Over and over he took her, his rhythm never altering. Not lazy, not rushing. Forcing her to climb the latter of pleasure achingly slow. Before long, she was at the brink, her walls clenching around him in preparation for release.

“Yes, come for me, Kagome. Come for me now,” he ordered, and she did, crying out his name, her blunt nails dragging along his forearms.

He didn’t wait for her to come down from her high as he disengaged from her tight, quivering core. He flipped her over, pressing her flat on her stomach. Knees shoved her thighs wide apart, then his chest lay against her back, and she felt the blunt head of his cock at her weeping entrance. And thrust deep. She mewled, clawing at the floor, shaking her head in denial. She was too tired. Too sensitive.

“Stop, please! I can’t… I can’t take anymore…”

“You can. You will,” he snarled.

Sesshomaru continued to thrust inside her at a fast clip. When she struggled harder, he pressed more of his weight against her back, pinning her in place as his hips pounded against her buttocks. He interlaced their left hands, holding tightly as he refused to relent. Taking her past exhaustion towards another orgasm.

“No, no, no!” she panted. Screamed.

His lips were at her ear, murmuring raggedly, “Yes! As many times as I wish.” He groaned as he continued to pump his cock into hers. “Never forget. You are mine, as I am yours, my Kagome. My beloved.”

Kagome was sobbing her pleasure, her body painfully aroused as he continued to attack her senses without reprieve. She was sure she would die from the intense response he forced from her weary body. Impossibly her body was raced towards release. She couldn’t handle it. Tried to deny it. The pleasure was too intense. She shook her head violently, screaming at Sesshomaru to stop.

“Stop! No…more… Ah!”

“You can never get away from me. I won’t allow it,” he growled into her ear. “I will addict you to my body so you will never wish to leave me. As I cannot possibly leave you. Not now. Not ever.”

Her need to orgasm was fierce, even painful, but she seemed unable to reach her peak. She sobbed, wishing the torment would end. Wished for it to never stop. Sesshomaru seemed to understand her struggles. Reaching beneath her, he found her swollen and throbbing clit and circled it with his fingers.

“Come, Kagome,” he commanded huskily, before he nipped the shell of her ear.

Her orgasm rushed over her like a tidal wave, rolling and crashing through her, over and over. Kagome cried herself hoarse, and still Sesshomaru would not cease, pumping into her. He prolonged her orgasm, forcing his way through her swollen folds until he, too, finally came, her name a roar on his lips as he spent himself inside her for long moments.

Then he collapsed. Rather than smother her, he kept his weight on his forearms on either side of her. They were both slick with perspiration—and other fluids—as they lay still intimately connected as Sesshomaru continued to spurt his seed inside her. Like her, he seemed to be caught in a rolling orgasm, groaning and growling with each fresh spurt inside her pulsating channel.

With each thick splash of seed, pleasure rippled along her core, sending aftershocks through her. Until, at last, he stopped convulsing above her. He filled her so completely, had come so fiercely, his seed had nowhere to go so it had spilled out of her and onto their thighs. Dampening the mats.

There was no chance their guests hadn’t heard them, and Kagome couldn’t find it within herself to care. She was spent. Well-pleasured.

Kagome felt Sesshomaru kiss the mark he’d left on her shoulder tenderly. “You are mine, mate. For now until eternity. As I am yours.”

She could only nod her head as exhaustion claimed her and she slept, her mate’s cock nestled deep inside her.