Warning: Out of characterness

Disclaimer: Do not own Inuyasha, do not get an moila from this.....

Chapter 3: Giving in

"Kagome," that cool dry voice broke through the haze of desire overwhelming my senses. "Open your eyes, I am not Inuyasha."

Eyes flying open, my gaze collided with his and entangled there, and I whispered "I know." Before crushing my lips against his, shuddering with pleasure as his hand moved up my thigh and nestled into my curls. Desire shot through me as he rubbed against my clit and I moaned, which he happily lapped up, his tongue sliding along mine, coaxing me to come invade his mouth. Seconds later I did, and where Inuyasha tasted of fire and cinnamon, Sesshomaru tasted of ice and spring water, and my tongue greedily explored the new taste drinking in his growl as my hand found its way to his chest, and lower. Heat was starting to pool in my belly as he rubbed his hand back and forth against my clit, igniting small fires along my nerve endings.

"Kagome," Sesshomaru moaned, "touch me."

The demon claw caught my wrist and jerked my hand to his erection, which he rubbed against me with another moan. The feel of his length pressing into my hand pushed my passion higher and I nearly growled myself as a finger slipped into me. Suddenly Sesshomaru pulled back, and panic flooded me, not again. But he just looked into my eyes, seeming to ask a silent question as those fingers plunged in and out of me. I nodded in consent, and he was back again, nuzzling my neck, ripping at my nightgown and I was ripping at his pants, before that length was buried inside me, filling me with pain as he broke through my virginity.

"Virgin?" He moaned and stilled, his cock stretching me to the point of pain, and I fought tears. What had I done? It was supposed to be Inuyasha! But then all thoughts ceased as Sesshomaru began to move, painfully filling me as I fought against him. Slowly the pain gave way to pleasure as the friction of his cock teased my inner walls, building, building to terrifying heights, winding that feeling deep in my womb tighter and tighter until suddenly I exploded! Spasming, I faintly registered him whispering something in my ear before biting my neck in a flash of pain, causing me to black out.

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I woke up sore, sweaty, feeling dirty, and slightly confused. Sesshomaru was nowhere to be found, for which I was grateful, but my gown was still torn and the shredded remains of my panties clung to my hips, reminding me of what I'd done. Guiltily I slipped under the waterfall, letting the icy water course over me, hoping to wash away the ghost of Sesshomaru's touch still lingering inside me. Frantically I scrubbed at my skin with handfuls of sand I scooped from the streambed, anything to get rid of this feeling that I'd just made the biggest mistake of my life.

Only when my skin was raw from scrubbing and my teeth were chattering from the cold did I start to pick my way back to the camp, my tattered nightgown clinging damply to my skin, skin glittering in the rays of the rising sun. For a change Inuyasha was at the camp, and he actually brightened when he saw me, before sniffing the air again. In a flash he was at my side, nose buried in my skin, and I felt a thrill of desire before I saw the look of disgust splash across his face. Shippo looked up too from where he had been preparing breakfast, and I swear I could see pity in his eyes.

"Sesshomaru!" Inuyasha growled, and I flinched back from the anger in his voice. "You fucked HIM?!" he raged.

"I... I..." I started, but trailed off as I met the wide eyed stares of my companions.

Well Kagome is certainly in a bind! Whatever will become of her, of the brave little band fighting for the jewel shards? Will they stay together, despite Kagome sleeping with Sesshomaru? And what was it that Sesshomaru whispered before biting Kagome? Tune in next time....

Oh my first fanfiction! And already 3 visits!!!!! Yay! Anyway, yeah, I know this probably sucks, but I'm trying to get over my fear of publishing things, and these are a series of very rough drafts strung together, written on a whim.