All characters belong to their respective owners. This is set after the main story. How far after is TBD.
Tōran felt a warm tug on her left nipple but ignored it. She had grown used to Sesshōmaru's fondling of them when they slept together. Usually, she was happy to receive his attention as it told her that Sesshōmaru found her sexually attractive. There were many demonesses around with more buxom and physically attractive figures, many of whom would be happy to receive such attentions from a demon lord. So far, Sesshōmaru had only eyes for her but Tōran understood that was because he was her mate and it was part of his obligations to her. Sesshōmaru was dutiful like a dog and he always carried out his nighttime responsibilities with canine vigor and roughness, which amused Tōran. Tonight, however, Tōran wished he didn't play with her tits. She was exhausted from the day's ordeal and wanted to sleep.
The tugging on her left nipple became more constant and rhythmic. Sesshōmaru's warm, wet fingers clamped down and began pinching harder. If he didn't stop soon, she would have to wake up and smack him. And why were his hands wet and sticky?
And that was when she felt him start working vigorously on her right nipple as well. Tōran thought of herself as a patient demoness. She felt that she and her mate had come to an understanding of each other. Tōran had believed Sesshōmaru knew better than to interrupt her much needed sleep with his childish desire to play with her body. They had agreed it must be consensual on both sides and she was not consenting right now.
"Sesshōmaru, if you don't stop by the time I count to three, you are going to regret having been born." Tōran mumbled and slurred the words but her meaning was clear. Or so she felt.
"Stop?" her mate replied, clearly also just coming to consciousness.
"Your hands," she growled.
Tōran felt his hair brush against her cheek as Sesshōmaru leaned forward and spoke into her ear. "My hands are around your waist." As Tōran's head cleared more quickly, she realized that he was correct. His warm, dry hands were around her waist and that something warm and heavy was on top of her. Tōran's eyes snapped open as she tried to remember what was going on and what had happened the previous day. Something important and life changing. "Your children are hungry."
Two little pink heads with just a patch of white fuzz nuzzled into each of her breasts and sucked away happily. As he said, Sesshōmaru had his arms and hands around her waist, holding the three of them together. They had gone to sleep, leaning against a corner of the room, Sesshōmaru first and then Tōran with her robes undone so that the two lumps could find and feed during the night. Tōran stroked both heads which greedily continued their meal without any acknowledgement of their mother's touch. She gently pushed Sesshōmaru's arms away and held her two little demons. So young and already causing trouble. It was something to be proud of.
"This is your fault," she said, trying to sound frustrated while leaning back into her mate. "That makes them our children." Tōran felt rather than heard his snort. But his arms enclosed hers and he put his chin on top of her head, the way she liked it. And soon, Tōran drifted back to sleep.
Author's Note: My cat likes to press her head to my chin when I'm sleeping and she literally breathes down my neck. This story obviously takes place after the main story and I wanted to get this out. My intention was to show them in a slightly different setting.