A Smell So Sweet by BelovedStranger

Realm of the Forbidden

REVISED as of 2026

Alternate Universe! This story is completely different from its original storyline. I’ve revised several of my oneshots now that had been originally placed in Kagome’s era in the future, but I’ll be honest. I’ve always preferred historical romances.

Word Prompt: Dill

Brief Description: Dill worn close to the body keeps spirits from taking hold.

CONTENT WARNING!!: Mild Dub-con (on both sides); Forced Proximity/Confinement (on both sides); Mild Dom/sub; Service Submission; Mild-Humiliation/Degradation; Deep-Throating; Gagging/Chocking; Rough Sex; Copious Amount of Fluid

Word Count: 7,476

Glossary:

Inma—Lust Daemon

Tenshi—Angel

Nagajuban—Under Haori

Feudal Japan – Edo Period

A DAEMON HAD invaded Kagome’s dreams, fueling her with erotic fantasies that left her waking painfully aroused, nipples tight—sensitive, and her feminine folds saturated in dew, her clit throbbing. For days, the dreams plagued her, clawing at her with a lust—a hunger—she knew was not wholly hers. But his.

An inma, a daemon of lust and carnal delights.

Kagome had never met her tormentor, but she knew his face. His name. Amber eyes with inhumanly slit pupils. Long, silver hair. Alabaster skin with not a single blemish. And a face that would make tenshi weep by its perfection. He possessed a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a regal nose that gave his features an air of quiet nobility. And his body. In her dreams, she’d seen. Every. Muscular. Inch. The inma towered over her, making her feel small—delicate.

His shoulders were wide, his chest powerful, robust, and not a hair hide the hard expanse of his pecs. Except for the silver trail that began just below his navel, where shadows carved deep, intriguing groves into his abdomen, before narrowing towards his lean hips. There, his silver hair thickened, cushioning that part of him that made her core ache with a strange emptiness. A need—to be filled.

He was hard all over, like steel. She knew, because she’d felt him in her fantasies. Against her. Around her. Inside her.

Lewd debauchery! The things he made her dream. The yearnings he dared call forth within her! Awakening feminine urges she’d never known existed. The wretch!

He’d projected every scandalous detail to her time and time again, never leaving her to wonder who or what came to her. Each night, she ignored the compulsion woven into his haunts, refusing his invitation to come to him. Until the fourth night when his need had clawed at her with such ravenous desperation, she knew that something was wrong. Especially when a group of villagers arrived at her door later that afternoon, telling of disturbing tales of their womenfolk. That night, wives and maidens alike had risen, sleep walking, crying out for a golden eyed kami who called to them. Needing them.

The same dreams that had been plaguing Kagome—dreams she was careful not to admit to, had struck the women of her village. As a miko, Kagome was expected to be above a youkai’s influence, lest she appear weak—or worse. That she’d become a dark miko.

Knowing it was undoubtedly a trap, Kagome prepared to meet the youkai of her fantasies, and put an end to the threat hanging over her village.

“Please be careful, miko-dono. Here, take this before you go. It’s dill and other herbs. It’ll help ward you against evil spirits.”

Kagome smiled as she took the younger woman’s offering. “Thank you, Rin. That’s very thoughtful of you. I’ll keep it close.” To prove her sincerity, Kagome tucked the small satchel of herbs into a hidden pocket within the folds of her white haori; though—secretly, she knew the pouch would be of little help.

Though, as an accomplished herbalist, Rin wasn’t wrong. Her knowledge of plants nearly rivaled Kagome’s. Kagome herself often used a variety of herbs to ward homes by hanging them above entrances and windows to prevent dark entities from entering, or had them woven into talismans to be worn close to the body, offering additional protection against mischievous or malicious intent, but the youkai plaguing the village women’s dreams was no weak spirit or minor youkai. The herbs would have no effect.

An inma was dangerous.

With the ability to infiltrate dreams, the daemon sought to entice, casting a compulsion on the unconscious mind, to draw his victim from the safety of their home. To him. However, not everyone reacted the same. Some minds were naturally more susceptive than others, while a person’s health—or even emotional state—greatly affected their sensitivity.

Dreams were just dreams, but, for example, if an inma targeted a widow who’d recently lost her spouse, her grief and longing could very well draw her to respond to his wicked summons. Or a broken heart. Unrequited love. Even physical exhaustion was enough to weaken a person’s psyche, leaving them vulnerable to nefarious influence.

Unlike many youkai, an inma rarely sought to harm his—or her—victims. Rather, they sought only to fed upon the sexual energy of others. Daemon. Human. All were sources of food to an inma, but without regular feedings, the inma would weaken, even die. An inma was not so unique as to be the only daemon to fed off another’s energy. Emotions were often a source of nourishment to certain entities, whether it be anger, sadness, or even joy. Each offered strength and vitality.

And just like any emotion, desire could be manipulated. Enhanced. It was only after a victim responded to an inma’s nighttime invitation that the true danger was revealed. The daemon’s very scent was an aphrodisiac, lowering inhibitions, heightening arousal, but it was their essence that caused addiction. Along with painful withdrawals when there was not a regular exchange of bodily fluids. A person could easily become enslaved by their own passion, compelling them to return again and again, and commit acts they might not have otherwise consented to.

It was nothing less than a complete and utter violation. Inma were abominations. Parasites.

 As a miko, Kagome’s duty was to protect the people of her village from daemonic threats, as her mother and her mother before her had.

Saying farewell to her friend, Kagome left with only her bow and quiver of arrows. The inma couldn’t be far, not with how strong his presence had been in her dreams. They required proximity. The closer they were, the stronger their influence. As soon as she left the village, she sensed him. Following his aura, she came upon an old well perhaps a mile and a half from her village. Kagome had been but a girl when the well had dried up. No one even came this way anymore.

Kagome was utterly alone, but for the daemonic presence she sensed at the bottom of the well. With her bow notched, she approached cautiously, until she could peer over the lip and frowned. Far below, something glinted from the sun’s rays high above. A…mirror? Suddenly, her senses screamed. Turning swiftly, her fingers released the feathered shaft of her arrow a moment before a great weight barreled into her. Taloned feet, on her shoulders. Tipping her over. She heard the tengu scream, her arrow purifying the bird-like daemon—but not before she plummeted down the decrepit well with a shriek of surprise, and impending doom.

KAGOME WAS FLOATING.

Rather than fall to her death amongst the dried debris and crawling bugs at the bottom of the well, the mirror she’d seen earlier flared with a brilliant light, along with a powerful surge of youki. Above her, the sunshine vanished behind a reflective ceiling, revealing Kagome with her arms and legs spread eagle, her elbows and knees slightly bent, while the walls of the narrow well had expanded.

Heart in her throat, she struggled to right herself even as she reached behind her to draw another arrow, but in her precarious position, with her back parallel to the ground, her arrows slid from her quiver before she could catch a single one. They made an uncomfortable bed when she finally touched the ground. Several shafts snapped loudly when she was quick to roll to her feet. Remaining crouched, she let her fingers skim the floor, while her eyes darted around her, taking in her surroundings.

She was in a small room, perhaps the size of her humble home. The only light shimmered from the glass above, like starlight. The chamber was empty—but for the imposing presence standing near the far wall.

Glowing, cerulean eyes stared back at her in a sea of crimson, the white of his sclera completely overtaken. The eyes she didn’t recognize, but the face was undeniable.

“Sesshomaru,” she breathed.

The inma of her fantasies stood before her with fangs distended, but it was not anger or bloodlust that gazed back her as she would have otherwise expected from eyes as crazed as his. No, she saw hunger. Desire.

At the sound of her voice—or perhaps, his name—the inma blinked once. Twice. After the second, the blue left his irises, revealing the honeyed hue she remembered from her dreams, but the rest remained consumed by a deep red. Almost like blood.

“Miko.” A hoarse rasp, as though he hadn’t drunk a drop of water in days. Weeks. “Leave me!” Baring his fangs on a ferocious growl, he swiped at her with his claws.

The only reason Kagome didn’t release the arrow she’d found, undamaged but for a few bent feathers, was the fact that he hadn’t taken a step towards her. Instead, he was trying to keep her away from him.

Wary, Kagome rose to her full height slowly. He hissed at her, the gold in his eyes beginning to revert to blue. He shook his head, long, silver tresses flying around his bare shoulders, and only then did Kagome really look at him. Or rather, down. Her eyes shot back up to his face so fast, she became dizzy. A flush spread across her face, so fast, she was surprised she didn’t stumble—if not fall completely on her face.

“You’re naked.”

“How astute of you.”

Kagome frowned, hearing his sarcasm, but more so at the sight of him pressing a hand to his skull, his eyes clenched tightly shut as though he were in a great deal of pain.

“Are you hurt?” she asked gruffly, unsure why she cared, especially after he’d nearly summoned half the women from her village to feed off of.

He didn’t deserve her compassion.

“Would you ease me if I were?”

The heat in his eyes, the manner in how he spoke, couldn’t be mistaken. And neither was she a virgin. Her blush returned. Embarrassment. Interest. Her grip tightened on her bow, her arrow notched, and trained on his chest. His very wide, very chiseled chest.

“Stay right where you are!” she warned.

He hadn’t moved a muscle, but suddenly, his blatant sexuality was threatening, for it called forth a longing that she knew was wholly hers.

“Then control your scent!” The harshness of his voice startled her, but not half as much as the sensual growl that rumbled from his chest, the sound sending heat to pool low in her belly. She saw his nostrils flare, and he groaned. “Leave. Now!” A shout of desperation. Of torment.

Her heart lurched seeing his beautiful features twist in anguish.

“How?” She dared cast a quick glance upward. “If you haven’t noticed, the only way out is through that mirror above. I might be able to break the barrier—” she hoped “—but without a rope, I’m stuck down here.”

The reality of her situation abruptly crashed through her. Her grip spasmed on her bow, and she very nearly released her arrow. Swiftly, she relaxed the tautness of her string and dipped her bow.

“If you do not wish for me to ravage you, you will do well not to lower your weapon,” he warned on a silken murmur, making her shiver. His voice was like velvet, sliding along her senses with the intimacy of a physical caress. His threat thrilled her, and only her ready response to him made her suddenly afraid.

Yanking her bow back up quickly, she forced the tremor from her fingers as she took careful aim.

“Fire.”

Her eyes widened. Surely, she’d misheard. “W-what?”

“Do not attempt to purify me. Merely strike me with your arrow. Have a care where you aim. My right shoulder should do.”

“You want me to hurt you?” Had he gone mad?

“What I want is to be able to think,” he gritted.

“You’re not making any sense,” she cried. For some reason, she didn’t want to hurt him. Not because of any compulsion—for she felt none. Something was wrong here. Nothing was making sense. To hurt him now, when he seemed to be suffering unbearably already, twisted her stomach.

Sesshomaru lifted his chin and squared his muscular shoulders until he stood tall before her. Proud. Arrogant. But the look in his eyes revealed the battle raging within, his irises shifting from gold to blue and back again.

“Don’t you understand yet? I thirst.” Reaching up, he gripped his throat, his fangs bared and clenched. Pain marred his features, but even in his misery, he was devastatingly handsome. “I have been starved for months. It is taking the last of my will not to fall upon you like a ravenous beast. Shoot. Me. Perhaps then I would dare touch you.”

“Touch me? I don’t think so,” she said, even as another, traitorous part of her desired nothing more.

“If you wish to leave, you will allow me to carry you, once the barrier has been destroyed.”

“Why would you want to help me? Why not leave me here to die?” He was a daemon, and she a human priestess. They were natural enemies, forever at odds. Then she realized, “You’re trapped here.” Just like her.

“Your ability to state the obvious is tiresome.” He shoved his fingers through his hair impatiently, silver tresses that reached his knees. “You are here because of me, and not merely because I called to you through your dreams. Due to my…oversight, my mother has imprisoned me, hoping to take possession of my lands. I haven’t fed since. Until a few days ago, the barrier had prevented all my previous attempts to seek aid. Now, here you are. I can only surmise it is not my death she seeks. At least, not at present.”

It took a few moments for Kagome to respond, unwittingly captivated by the deep timbre of his voice. Until the meaning of his words penetrated. “Your own mother did this to you?” Kagome was aghast! “Why now? Why allow you to…to call your food to you?”

“To humble me, I imagine. Now, may we get on with this? You test my patience. And my restraint. Unless, you wish to ease me first.”

The suggestion was spoken with such heat, such longing, Kagome felt an answering spasm in her womb. She could feel his need reaching out to her. How he hadn’t already succumbed to his own hunger was a testament to his strength of will. But even he had his limits, and she sensed he was at the end of his.

It was both thrilling and terrifying.

Still, she hesitated. “Are you’re certain you need me to shoot you first?” To mar his perfection felt akin to blasphemy. The thought made her realize just how deeply she was affected by him.

Daemonic eyes stared back at her with such blatant lust Kagome forgot how to breathe. “If I touched you now, I would not stop until I’ve had you creaming over my cock and my seed spurting deep inside your cunt.”

The threat sent an answering charge of excitement straight to her sex, causing an embarrassing amount of moisture to coat her inner thighs.

Sesshomaru turned away with a pained groan. “Control your scent, curse you!”

Knowing he could smell her arousal, mortification swamped her, but it did nothing to dampen her desire, and she winced. She shook her head, before setting her shoulders. “Fine. Stand straight and don’t move.”

The moment Sesshomaru complied, Kagome didn’t wait, worried that if she hesitated, she wouldn’t be able to do what obviously had to be done. She released the feathered shaft, and watched Sesshomaru stagger a step back, where he struck the wall behind him. Kagome took a quick step forward, hand outstretched, with an apology on her lips, but he waved away her concern.

Without making even the smallest sound, he wrenched the arrow from his shoulder and tossed the missile aside with a thin stream of blood. As he’d asked, she hadn’t infused her arrow with her reiki, saving him from painful burns. Or worse, death.

KAGOME COULDN’T BELIEVE the situation she found herself in. When she’d come seeking the inma, she never dreamed she’d end up trying to save him—and herself in the process. If they failed, she knew what awaited her.

Sesshomaru’s lust was palpable, and with him standing inches from her back, his spiced scent reached her. She had an overwhelming urge to turn around and bury her nose against him and breathe deep. If she were to lick him, would he taste as rich and decedent as he smelled? Alarmed by her wayward imaginings, Kagome went to jerk away, but a curled finger hooked in her collar at the back of her haori, keeping her in place.

“Let go!” she squirmed, and struck him with the end of her long bow, careful not to charge the wood with her reiki.

Suddenly, she knew just how hard the press of his muscles were. Chest to back, he held her against him with an arm like steel around her waist. Sesshomaru towered over her, the back of her skull just reaching his pecs. He curled around her, nestling his hips against her buttocks, where she felt the intimate hardness of his shaft along her lower back. And he was huge. Impossibly long. Imposingly thick.

Surely, he couldn’t be that large?

For a heart stopping moment, Kagome regretted not allowing herself a real look at him. Between his powerful thighs. She knew what he looked like in her dreams, but when she’d had the opportunity in person, she’d kept her gaze carefully averted. As a healer, she’d seen men and women in various states of undress over the years. Not to mention the one winter she’d given in to temptation—to loneliness. She was no longer ignorant to the intimate touch of a man, but no one had ever been like Sesshomaru, or the length she felt pressing against her back.

The breath left her lungs in a rush. Fear. What was he doing? Arousal. What would he do next? “Sessh…o…maru?” Kagome stumbled over his name, her voice too breathy. Too aroused.

She felt his powerful shudder, as though the sound of her voice affected him with the same force as his impacted her.

“Relax,” he hissed above her head. “All you need do is call on your power, draw you bow, and release at the barrier. On my mark…” With obvious reluctance, he released her. She could almost feel him take a step back, offering her enough space to string her bow and tilt backwards, until she was aiming towards the ceiling.

When she felt his youki increase, she infused her arrow with her reiki.

“Release!” he barked.

Kagome let loose her arrow at the same instance she felt his youki discharge. She watched as her arrow shot skyward, and around the wood was a swirl of red youki. Their combined might struck the barrier, and bounced off harmlessly. And charged back towards them. Kagome’s breath caught. Instinctually, she reached to erect her own barrier—and knew she wouldn’t be fast enough.

Suddenly, Kagome found herself plastered to the ground with a heavy weight pressing her down, and a snarl of pain echoing in her ear.

Kagome’s heart stuttered in her chest.

Sesshomaru had just saved her by taking the brunt of their powers upon himself.

Kagome tried to heave him off of her, but he was unmovable. “Sesshomaru! Are you alright?”

“Cease shouting. I…can hear you…just fine,” he panted, his breath hot against her ear, eliciting a delicate shiver along her spine, until her toes curled.

Kagome clenched her fists, denying her response. “C-can you let me up?”

She felt him, hips thrusting, nudging that part of him against her derriere. The groan he released made her spasm, full body.

“Sesshomaru.” A moan. “This is dangerous.” And yet, was that really her pressing into him? Rubbing against the thickness that had found the intimate crease of her ass?

“I have not the strength to break the barrier, and what little remains to me has sapped more from me.” She heard him swallow. “Forgive me, miko.” A wicked rasp. Of hunger. Of need. “I must...feed.”

Suddenly, his arm shoved beneath her, forcing her to her hands and knees, while his other yanked at the ties of her hakama.

“Sesshomaru! W-wait.” Kagome grabbed for his wrist, but she was no match for his strength. With ease, he forced her hakama down, before pushing her haori and nagajuban up her back, baring her lower body.

“If you truly do not wish for this, strike me. Burn me.” His hand slid along her bottom, feeling her. His possessive touch sent alarm blaring across her mind, even as her body heated. Wanting. Aching.

“I-I can’t.”

And she couldn’t. She was just as helpless as he. Even now, she sensed him, fighting his own need. Felt his weakness, the distant echo of his hunger. He was starving, but he was offering her the only way out. She knew what he was telling her. Kill him. Save herself.

Sesshomaru’s actions went against everything she knew of inma, of lust daemons who had no compunction luring unsuspecting victims, fueling their desire to feed from them. Addicting their prey to return again and again so that the hunter would never go hungry.

“You don’t want me,” he grated between clenched fangs. “Not really.”

Her reply was gentle, non-accusatory. “You don’t want me either.”

She felt him nuzzle her hair, until he could press his nose against the side of her neck. “You are mistaken, miko. For this Sesshomaru wants you.” He thrust against her ass. “Here. Now. Ever since the first night I visited your dreams. I could have sent for any other woman in your village. It was you I yearned for. But you would not come. I made you come.”

“By threatening the others,” she breathed in sudden comprehension, before the rest of what he said registered. Her heart fluttered, and a strange warmth enveloped her even as arousal struck her with such force she moaned, arching into the thrust of his hips.

“Judge me. Revile me,” he whispered. “Still, I will never regret what I have done to have you by my side. To breath in your scent. To feel you in my arms.”

Her breath hitched when his next thrust went dangerously close to the puckered flesh between the crease of her ass.

“I don’t hate you.” She should. She couldn’t.

He wanted her, as impossibly as that sounded. And—kami help her, she wanted him, too. Desperately.

At her admission, he froze.

Suddenly, he shoved her onto her back, until she was left staring up at him in wide eyed surprise, her knees spread wide as he knelt above her on hands and knees. His hair spilled around them like a silver waterfall, encapsulating them in their own little world. The gold had left his eyes, leaving a brilliant blue surrounded by crimson. And still, he held himself back.

The look of conflict on his face—of turmoil—caused her heart to clench. Reaching up, she cupped his cheek. He shuddered. Closing his eyes, he nuzzled into her palm almost desperately, as though even that small contact was pleasurable beyond measure.

“It’s alright,” she whispered, her voice cracking on a wave of desire. “You can…feed.”

Inhuman eyes blazed down at her. Sesshomaru’s mouth parted, revealing a hint of fang as his chest heaved with each deep inhalation.

“I need only to…feast from your desire,” he rasped, voice hoarse, impossibly deep. “Allow me to come you with my mouth. My saliva on your cunt will undoubtedly affect you. For a time, you will crave me, until the affects wear off. However, so long as I do not take you, if my seed does not saturate your womb, you should not suffer over much.”

He wanted to put his mouth on her—there?

The mental image his words brought about made her core quiver in want. Fresh cream spilled from her swollen folds, and Sesshomaru’s nostrils flared, before he snarled. Something in his eyes flashed dangerously, and he did not wait for her response. With inhuman speed, he grabbed her beneath her bottom and yanked her off the floor, until only her shoulders and the back of her skull anchored her against the floor.

His mouth was on her before she could think to deny him, and then it no longer mattered. His tongue speared her, parting the petals of her sex. Pleasure arced through her, arching her spine. Kagome right foot shot up, over his shoulder, as her stomach clenched as he did it again.

With a single lick, Sesshomaru stated his claim—before taking her with a fierceness that was both terrifying and electrifying. Somehow, her knees were over his shoulders, her calves resting along his bent back as he feasted on her. Forcing an intimacy she’d never before experienced. Surely, people didn’t actually make love with their mouths? Whether they did or not, Sesshomaru was—and the experience was staggering. Stealing her breath. Her mind. Throwing her into pure sensation.

His tongue was slick yet coarse as it stroked against her sex in long, sure licks. He lapped at her as though an animal starved, and with every drag of his tongue beneath the hood of her sex, pleasure shuddered through her, until her womb clenched. Making her feel painfully empty, until he stabbed his tongue deep. Kagome gasped, jolting, but Sesshomaru held her easily, forcing her to accept his intimate thrusts. He fucked her with his tongue, going impossibly deep, then he curled his tongue, rubbing upward against a bundle of nerves that wrenched a keening cry from her lips.

She had nothing to hold onto as her world went spiraling around her, when she found his thighs. Her nails wracked him as he wrenched cry after cry from her, and still the pleasure spiked, heightening. Until he shoved his head forward, sinking his tongue to impossible depths, and pressed the arch of his nose against her clit. Rubbing. Stimulating.

Kagome came with a soundless cry, blind and deaf to the world around her. All she could do was feel, and flood Sesshomaru’s face in her passion.

When she came down from pleasure’s high, she stared up her body at him, huffing. Panting. Her haori had risen to just beneath her breasts, exposing her from the flat of her stomach, to the patch of curls protecting her sex. To her widely spread thighs, her knees over Sesshomaru’s shoulders—and his face glistening with her dew from nose to chin.

“I taste your desire,” he growled. “It is almost as delicious as your sweet nectar.” As though relishing her flavor, his tongue circled his lips. The sight of her thighs spread around his head, his wet face inches from her pulsating core, was obscene.

Mortified, she tried to wiggle out of his hold with a humiliated gasp, but he kept her in place, his grip tightening on her ass. And yet, heat continued to flare low in her belly. Despite the intensity of her orgasm, she craved more.

She moaned pitifully, her legs tensing, fingers clenching around his rock-hard thighs. “What’s happening?”

“Undoubtedly a reaction to my saliva.”

At his words, Kagome stared at his mouth, and again saw the evidence of her desire painted across his face. Another groan, one of embarrassment. Of desire.

“A-are you strong enough yet? Can the barrier be broken now?”

She couldn’t let him touch her again! Certainty not with his tongue again. His essence was dangerous. She’d known that, and yet, she’d willingly—foolishly—offered him a taste. To infect her with whatever aphrodisiac coated his tongue.

He grimaced. Not in distaste. In pain. “It is as I feared. I must spend my seed as I gorge upon your desire.”

“W-what?”

“You must take my seed inside yourself,” he whispered hoarsely. He shook his head, his hair brushing along her inner thighs, softer than silk. Kagome shuddered as fresh moisture leaked from her cunt.

Sesshomaru’s nostrils flared, eyes locked between her thighs, where she was left utterly exposed. The look was thrilling—embarrassing.

Terrifying.

Kagome covered her sex with a trembling hand. “D-don’t.”

She felt his shoulders bunch as he curled tighter over her, shuddering with a need she couldn’t understand. “I must.” Even so, he turned his head aside as though to deny himself despite the hunger that must be clawing at his belly, demanding he take what he needed from her.

Suddenly, he was staring deeply into her eyes, his own nearly crazed. Desperate. “You must allow it.” Then he swallowed thickly. “To truly feed, I require my essence to mark you. To be inside you, and mix with your desire.” Then he groaned, a low, drawn-out sound.

Sesshomaru folded himself over her, forcing her knees on either side of her face as he planted his hands against the ground beside her head. The position was both arousing and awkward. “If you do not wish me to take you, you must drink of me also.”

Kagome blinked. Then again. He couldn’t mean—?!

Once again, Sesshomaru moved with inhuman speed, taking command of Kagome’s body as though he had every right. As though she was his.

Kagome found herself flat on her back with Sesshomaru kneeling above her—in reverse, with his knees on either side of her head. He was completely naked. And for the first time, she had a good look at him from inches away.

She swallowed convulsively, both in awe and no little fear. He was huge. And yet, at the sight of him, her womb clenched, and a flood of moisture pooled from her sex. She felt Sesshomaru shift above her, then his hair tickling her inner thighs. Her heart pounded, her breath stuttered, thinking about his wicked tongue, and his too intimate kiss. But he didn’t touch her as she craved. Instead, she heard him lap at the floor. Shocked, she lifted her head, tucking her chin against her chest without thinking—needing to see.

Was he…was he cleaning up the mess she’d made? On the floor? She felt the weight of his testes on her forehead, distracting her.

With a gasp, she returned her head to the ground—too hard, and nearly groaned at the sharp pain at the back of her skull. Then she heard Sesshomaru’s tortured groan. She’d barely grazed him, yet a bead of precum bubbled from his wide slit. Kagome stared, enrapt, mouth dry, as the thick dollop of cream dribbled onto her haori.

Sesshomaru gripped himself, fingers wrapped around the wide base, and angled his cock downward until the round head hovered just above her mouth. Kagome’s breath hitched.

“Open your mouth,” he grated, voice guttural. Shockingly dominant. Excitement coursed through her, while the hint of desperate entreaty she was certain she heard softened the tightness in her chest.

Another white bead eased from the slit. This close, the scent of his musk invaded her senses, and captured her attention entirely. Her trepidation at his size—at what he wanted from her—was forgotten, leaving only need. And an insatiable thirst.

Kagome licked her dry lips, salivating. Hungry for a taste. The strength of her response was so shocking, sanity flared. She gasped, thinking to protest—when that thick pearl fell and splattered into her open mouth. His flavor bust across her tongue. Strong. Rich. And maddingly addicting. Thought scattered. There was only this craving—this hunger.

Eagerly, she lifted her head, until she took the crown inside her mouth, and moaned as a hot spurt coated her tongue. Feeding her. Fueling her desire.

“Yes,” Sesshomaru hissed. “Drink from me. Take me deeper—fuck!”

Kagome strained upward, ignoring the discomfort in her neck and shoulders, until she’d swallowed him to the point the broad head bumped the back of her throat, and sucked. Hard. Drawing on him. Encouraging him to give her more of his decadent essence.

This was dangerous, she knew—and couldn’t find it within herself to care. Not anymore.

“Need to fuck you,” she distantly heard him mutter, before Sesshomaru drew back his hips.

Mouth stuffed, Kagome’s pleading moan was muffled as she worried he meant to draw away from her—when he thrust back in. Roughly, forcing her head back to the floor so he could plunder her mouth. Rather than allow her to enjoy him at her leisure, he fucked her mouth like he owned it. Her lips stretched uncomfortably wide to accommodate him, a discomfort she hardly noticed. Not when he was giving her what she craved. What she needed.

He went deep, stopping only when the head nudged the back of her throat, before retreating, and doing it again. Pumping hard and fast.

Then Kagome jolted as she felt his wicked tongue return to her weeping core. He fucked her from both ends, filling her depths with his slick tongue, while plundering her mouth with the fierce jabs of his cock.

She heard him hiss, felt the air sizzle along her pulsating clit, followed by a dark command. “Deeper, miko. Let me feel your tight throat around me.”

He didn’t wait for a response. For her to accept—or deny him. Sesshomaru took. His cock shoved down her throat, and Kagome choked. Before she could panic, his thick shaft was gliding backwards along her tongue, her lips. Allowing her to breathe, only to plunge back inside. His taking was not gentle. The sounds he forced from her sucking mouth were obscene; the wet slurps and choking grunts were loud.

Kagome couldn’t think about that, not when she tastes another dribble of precum, and felt his tongue plunge deep into her soaked pussy.

“Drink it! You—” thrust “—will not—” plunge “waste a single—” shove “drop!” he snarled, lunging down her throat, deeper than before, until her nose was pressed against his pelvic, the silken silver hair there tickling her.

Kagome’s eyes widened, tears misting as her throat convulsed around his pulsating cock. She felt him spew down her throat, felt her belly heat as his semen filled her. Fed her. Just as the inma feasted on her as her cunt squirted, orgasm overcoming her. She forgot that she couldn’t breathe. Lost the ability to think. Only to feel, and come undone.

Until she gagged. Then choked as she felt Sesshomaru soften. He slipped from her throat, before yanking out of her sore mouth with a lewd sound, his length glistening with her saliva that trailing from his head to her lips in a thin stream. Mindlessly, she kept her mouth open, licking every drop. Delirious. Painfully aroused despite having just received mind-numbing bliss.

Her womb clenched, empty. But all she could do was stare up at Sesshomaru as he climbed off her, her eyes staring after his now flaccid length nestled in a thick mass of silver curls.

“STEADY, MIKO. ON my mark.”

Kagome shivered at the sound of Sesshomaru’s husky timbre next to her ear. As before, he stood behind her, waiting for her to draw her bow.

Only minutes had passed since he’d had his way with her, kissing her where no decent man would, and fucking her in a manner that was both humiliating and—strangely—empowering. Because after climbing off of her, Sesshomaru had helped her to her feet, and cuddled her against his bare chest when her knees were too weak to support her. Then he’d stroked her hair and praised her. Telling her that she’d been a good little miko, that she’d pleased him greatly.

While his command over her body had been stimulating—and beyond arousing, his care of her afterwards made her heart melt, and put her mind at ease despite having done that—with a stranger. And not just any stranger, a daemon. An inma she’d come to kill. Instead, she’d been pierced by his blade, and all she could think about was when would he would do it again?

Focus! she chastised herself inwardly.

Taking a deep breath that did little to calm her, only years of dedicated practice steadied her aim as Kagome pulled back on her bowstring and released her reiki charged arrow at the mirror above when Sesshomaru growled “Mark!” His foreboding youki released along with her attack. She sensed it, his increase of power compared to earlier. He was stronger—because of her. Together, they watched the mirror crack. But not shatter.

Kagome felt her stomach drop even as her pussy quivered—in anticipation. Surely Sesshomaru would need to use her again. To help them escape, of course. Instead, she heard his frustrated snarl, before she felt his arm steal around her waist. Then they were airborne as he leapt. Kagome’s stomach lurched, only to gasp at the sight of Sesshomaru drawing his arm back and punching where the mirror had cracked.

Glass shattered. And they were free. Sesshomaru’s momentum kept hurdling them upward, through the decrepit well, and over the lip. Then they were on their feet next to the well.

She stared around her, lips parted, surprised. Elated. Before a flicker of sadness overshadowed her relief. Unable to stop herself, she turned to look up at Sesshomaru—only to be shoved.

Kagome found herself being forced to lean over the well, her hands braced against the lip, before her sandal clad feet were kicked wide. Sesshomaru forced her to bent over, before he yanked her haori over her bare bottom.

Wide eyed, she stared down the shadowy shaft of the dried up well, to the glittering shards of the broken mirror at the base. Where her red hakama were still trapped in that other realm. With the looking glass smashed to pieces, there was no returning for her garment. No concealing the moisture that had continued to drip from her swollen, aching pussy to slick her inner thighs.

“Sesshomaru?” she breathed. Shocked. Desperate. Her fingers clenched the rotten wood as she felt him move in behind her. And grip her hips, holding her in place. “What…are…?

“Forgive me, miko,” he rasped, voice rough. Grating. “But I must have you.”

Her heart tripped—and she…was nodding. Accepting the danger. Accepting him. “Just…be gentle,” she whispered, panting. Trembling with a need that was almost painful.

His words were devastating. Exhilarating. “I cannot.” She felt him notch the already thick crown against her weeping center. “I’m sorry.”

Sesshomaru lunged forward, while yanking her back to meet the punishing thrust of his cock. Kagome choked, couldn’t breathe, as he forced tender muscles to spread wide. To take him to the root without further preparation. Without much warning.

“That hurts!” she cried, tears smarting at the horrible sting between her thighs. It hadn’t hurt half this much when she’d given away her maidenhead all those years ago.

Sesshomaru possession stretched her beyond her limit, forcing her cunt to swallow him to the root, where he was thickest. Forcing her pussy lips ever wider to hug the base. She felt his possession shift organs, forcing her body to make room for him. He shoved her cervix back, and when she was certain she could take no more, he’d somehow burrowed underneath, forcing her body to take that last, precious inch.

Suddenly, the imposing presence retreated. Sore tissue relaxed, and she was able to breathe again—only to choke on her next breath, a half-sob, as he returned with even greater force. And somehow—impossibly, she liked it.

“Bear with it but for a moment,” he half-groaned, half-growled, as though he himself had lost control. Then she felt him spurt inside her, the heat of his precum splashing deep, burning deliciously. Kagome cried out, surprised. Ecstatic.

She felt him bend over her and nip at the lobe of her ear. She flinched, yet the sound she made was one of pleasure. “My seed shall ease you.” A hand left her hip, to curl around the back of one of hers on the lip of the well. Squeezing. “Hold on tight. I cannot hold back anymore.” A growl of lust, a snarl of warning.

Then he was grasping ahold of her hips in both hands once more and leaning away from her. She felt his length retreat, leaving aching for his return, when he rammed back inside. Sesshomaru took her without mercy, forcing her body to accept his domination. His possession.

Kagome could do nothing but be a good little miko by holding on as he’d instructed and take him. He hit the end of her with brutal force. Rather than yank her towards him as before, Sesshomaru held her in place for the punishing force of his thrusts. The inma wasn’t silent. His groans and growls were nearly as loud as her shouts of pleasure. Somehow, his semen had not only eased the way for his rough entry but awakened the nerves all along her channel.

Rather than beg for him to stop or slow down, she panting for him to take her harder, to go faster. She was sobbing, “Don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

Ecstasy swept over her, pounding through her, as Sesshomaru fucked her through her convulsions, and tossed her into a second orgasm before the first was finished. Kagome screamed herself hoarse, with Sesshomaru’s encouraging snarl demanding, “Louder! Let them hear you. Let everyone know to whom you belong.”

Her next shout was a name—his. Just as he’d ordered, she let everyone near and far know that she was Sesshomaru’s.

Finally, Kagome began to come down from pleasure’s heights, when she felt Sesshomaru ram inside her one last time, and with a yank backwards on her hips, he held himself still, deep inside her, as his essence erupted from him—and into her. At the same instance, she felt fangs pierce her neck.

Her lips parted on a silent gasp as she stiffened, only to feel herself fall into another devastating release. Stuffed full of his cock as he continued to bathe her womb with his ejaculate, she…squirted, spraying her juices and his semen against his hips, where it splashed back along her ass and the backs of her thighs in great waves.

And still he continued to pump his semen inside her, until he—finally—collapsed atop her with a low groan. With his sweaty chest heaving against her back, his breath ragged, she took part of his weight as he leaned on her. His hands continued to hold onto her hips, keeping her pressed tight against his pelvic, as though reluctant to leave her, just as she was.

But this had to end…didn’t it?

Kagome fought back a wave of melancholy, telling herself it was just the drug of his essence that made her want to weep at the thought.

But he was the one to breathe impossible words, “I cannot let you go.”

Kagome stilled. Surely, she misunderstood him.

“I sense your desire, miko,” he affirmed on a low murmur right above her head. Then he was pulling out of her, and Kagome fought back a cry of loss, because he was turning her around, and held her by the shoulders.

His eyes were slowly reverting to the color she’d seen only in her dreams. Amber irises with slit pupils, and only a hint of crimson staining the edges of her sclera.

“I must return to my domain and reclaim what was stolen, but…” He searched her eyes. “Should you wish, I will return. For you, miko.”

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered. How could he? He was a youkai, and she a miko. And he was gorgeous, while calling her plain in comparison was a kindness. He could have anyone he wanted. Even her. “Why me?”

He leaned closer, until his lips were a hair’s breath away from hers. “I already told you. This Sesshomaru wants you.”

But rather than kiss her as she desperately wanted him to, he surprised her by leaning down further to kiss his mark. Reminding her that he’d bitten her. She flinched at the stinging soreness, at the fresh wave of heat that scorched her womb. She heard him breathe in her scent, knew he could smell her ready response.

“You have been marked by an inma, miko. Do you know what that means?”

Tentatively, she shook her head, and when he leaned back to stare down at her, she fell helplessly into the sincerity staring back at her. And the dark covetousness that swirled within his inhuman eyes with a possessiveness that should have terrified her but didn’t. Her heart leapt. Excitement. Joy.

“You are now mine.”

He sealed his dark possession with a kiss, one she returned with utter devotion.