The pain came like a sudden gust of wind.

Ironically, much like a wolf she knew.

For a brief duration of time, the feline yelped in both shock and distress.

Deep. Warm. Sharp.

Her little heart constricted in its wake. For a second, she contemplated if it had stopped beating altogether. Her tiny paws attempted to claw at anything in sight—in retaliation. Yet, the ground of the cave prevented such an event.

Almost instantly, the wolf was by her side. Scooping her up, he placed the little feline on his chest. The wolf prince stroked her silky mane in what seemed like understanding.

Coaxing her to calm down.

Sure enough, the siren song of a purr began to rumble from the puny kitten.

With comfort came drowsiness. The young wolf leader allowed her such a luxury. He all but ensured it as he scratched the back of her ears. As the rumbling from the tiny kitten continued, the wolf could not help but observe the swift changes that were occurring.

Within minutes, there no longer lay a feline on top of the wolf prince.

For a human, the lack of lighting in the cave would have provided very little to gaze at. Yet, his wolf senses allowed him to see the opposite. Far too much. Unable to look away, he admired the demoness before him.

Her raven hair spilled over her body much like a blanket. It had nearly covered her small, perfectly shaped breasts. Almost. Koga instantly felt himself get hard. Redirecting his gaze to her face instead, the prince took a shaky breath.

The sight of her pink lips did nothing to prevent the inappropriate thoughts dancing in his head. Instead, the sudden desire to feel her delicate lips against his own overwhelmed him. Even so, he allowed his gaze to continue.

As if the feline understood his thoughts, her body shifted and a mew escaped from her lips. It had been with the swift movement that she had ended up rolling back into his chest. Apparently, at some point during her transformation her body had shifted off him. Clearly, such an action was unacceptable for the feline.

Holding back a growl of frustration, the wolf contemplated on how to best handle such a situation. Once again the feline made the decision for him. Grabbing onto his silver and black armor, she proceeded to attach herself to him. As if to further test his control, she quietly nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck.

Defeated and out of options, the prince closed his eyes while attempting to concentrate on anything but the naked feline before him. He would allow her rest, and enjoy the moment while it lasted.

Even still, he could not help but marvel at the beauty of his intended.


A/N: Okay, so they're not mated. It will be explained later on. If you guys are reading this story for the Sesshoumaru aspect, rest assured that a certain Daiyoukai will be showing up sometime soon. After all, who else would ensure the safety of his pack? ;)