She's so wet, and it's not the rain that's falling in sheets above them.
She hears him behind her, louder than she hears the weather. Hears the breath in his throat hitch as he gasps.
Because she's stripping and all her priestess clothes are a sopping mess of fabric in the mud. She feels weightless, free of her societal skin, and when she catches the smoldering gaze of her husband running over her entire form, she swears she's not human.
She's God.
Her fingertips trace the running rivulets of raindrops from the bones at her collar to the nipples of her breasts. And he follows with dark dilating pupils.
She leans back against the tree she found him on and spreads her thighs.
He knows better than to touch so he stares instead; like she's the moon falling down on him and he's accepted this fate a long time ago.
But she's not the moon, she's a Star, destined to burn like the Sun, and she'll make sure he remembers.
So she reaches even lower, past the muscles of her abdomen and grazes the pads of her fingers over her aching swollen clit - and her eyes roll back falling closed, but she snaps them open again, forces herself to look at this suffering half-demon man, and his cock.
His hard cock making a soaking tent of the unnecessary pants that hold it hostage. A soaking tent that clings to him, coating itself against him, and there's nothing to hide his length and his thickness, twitching as he sucks in a giant needed breath.
She did that. She can do anything to him.
Her fingers slide against her folds, varnishing herself with a transparent sheen of hunger. And she is hungry. Starving. He hasn't moved. She sinks herself deep, the tip of one fingertip nudging her slippery lips aside, the side of her thumb placing enraging pressure on the needy nub - enraging because it's not enough and she casts a frustrated glare in his direction knowing what she could have.
She sighs with a glistening mouth, rolls her hips against her hand like the thunder rolls in the sky, and his moan is an animal that's crawling out of its' crevice in the earth to feast.
She pushes further, manages to focus on him enough to see that he's undone the strings of his fire-rat, pooled to the forest floor, and fisting his waiting cock in his hand-
"Kagome, please…"
-and that's when the sky shatters open to baptize them and she lunges at him with his name on her lips like a prayer.