Sesshoumaru stretched his naked, god-like body out on his bed and smirked in greedy anticipation. His girlfriend, Kagura, had finally agreed to a three-some and was bringing one of her friends over any minute. He knew Kagura, your garden-variety bitch, had few friends and her choices were limited. Would the tasty treat be Kagome or Sango, he wondered. Either would be sufficient, since both possessed the requisite holes. The thought made him hard, and, vainly running his fingers through his luxuriant white hair, he noticed with pride the growing tent in the silken sheets that covered his body. The fun he would have that night…it would almost make putting up with his eternally PMSing girlfriend worth it.
Kagura knocked softly and entered the bedroom feeling like a bundle of nerves. She hated disappointing him and knew the female accompanying her would not be a welcome sight, but she had had no choice. When she asked Sango about a three-some, the demon slayer replied that she had no interest in fellating a narcissist. Kagura then made the mistake of mentioning it to Kagome in Inuyasha's presence, the latter threatening Shippou's well-being if Kagome even considered the request. So Kagura improvised. This night was important; it was one more step in the journey that would ultimately end with a rock on her finger and the letters M, R, and S before her name.
"Sesshy, honey, I've brought a friend with me," she chanted in a sing-song voice.
"I can't wait to see whom," the impatient demon replied. Then a small, deathly pale, white-haired girl appeared. "You've got to be kidding me!" he said angrily. "Your sister? I'd rather you brought a blow-up doll or a Fleshlight." When Sesshoumaru first met Kanna he thought she was catatonic. The fact that her stoicism made him look positively spastic sparked his jealousy and gave him the creeps.
"Now now, Sesshy, don't automatically assume that just because Kanna has the emotional range of a tampon, doesn't mean she can't be fun in bed."
"That's exactly what I'm assuming," he pouted.
Kagura felt the situation slipping away. "Kanna," she prompted, "say something sexy."
"Your soul is mine," the pasty being intoned monotonously.
"No no, Kanna," Kagura corrected through gritted teeth, "your dick is mine."
Sesshoumaru groaned. This was hardly the erotic encounter he had been imagining. He noticed with dismay his large erection was rapidly diminishing and tried to focus on the kinkiness of fucking sisters, but all he succeeded in doing was wishing he had taken Miroku's aphrodisiac when it had been offered instead of punching the monk in the stomach.
Kagura saw the shrinkage and knew the situation was critical. Sesshoumaru's stallion never wanted to go into the barn early. Then she remembered shopping with him the day before. They had been in a department store, and he had caught a glimpse of his reflection in a large window. He got a boner that required a quick hand job in an elevator.
"Kanna, let me have this for a little while," Kagura said gently as she pried the round mirror from the girl's hands and gave it to her moping boyfriend.
Sesshoumaru gazed lovingly at himself in the mirror. Damn, I'm fine, he thought. Kagura quickly undressed, threw back the sheet, motioned to Kanna, and got to work laying some lip to her horse-hung lover. Leave it to Sesshoumaru to get turned on by himself.