He's back in the cave.
The fire procured for his warmth just barely illuminates the darkened dwelling, as he lies on his back with her atop him.
There is pressure. Wonderful, pleasing pressure, as her thigh grinds his dick into his belly, causing him to thrust upward in response to the friction.
His hand, placed intently between her thighs, is rubbing purposeful circles into the swollen bud, puffing impossibly large in reaction to his expert attentions, and becoming wet. So wet.
The juices coat his long, nimble fingers; from tip down every knuckle as he glides them against her throbbing heat. She's sopping in a way a woman needs to prepare for taking a male deep within her.
And she would need the assistance.
His cock, straining nearly beyond its limitations is desperate to replace his hand in its dutiful work.
"Sesshoumaru."
Its breathy. Needy. Demanding. At once begging and commanding him to help them both reach incredible peaks yet unknown, but seemingly inevitable.
Her hair is disheveled. Haphazard, as it covers her face to sprawl out around her flushed chest and shoulders.
She takes his busy hand from her wanting core, and leaning forward to place it back beyond his head, trapping to the ground with her own. He allows her to guide him.
Sparkling blue eyes are only inches from his face, and staring right into his own. And she smiles. He smiles back, both seeming to know exactly what pleasures await them as soon as she juts her hips backward.
And she does.
In a fluid, impossible movement, and with seemingly minimal effort, he is inside her. Completely inside her, and she begins rocking her hips in a soothing yet maddening rhythm, still keeping herself very close.
There is no doubt.
It's the miko. Its Kagome.
He lifts a gentle hand to tenderly brush hair behind her ear in order to grant an unobstructed view, but he knows it's her. And it doesn't bother him. It isn't wrong. Its right.
And good.
So fucking good.
She pushes herself back from him, all the while keeping her movements in perfect time with his greedy thrusts.
His own hands aid her in her ascent, supporting her arms as she moves to sit back atop him fully. She needs the leverage, so that she may lift herself, and drop, and continue to bounce on his aching cock.
They share a smile, comfortable and loving, only a moment before her own falters.
It's too good. She can't take it.
His cock fills her so perfectly, hitting the spots deep inside her which no other man, demon or human, could ever hope to reach.
He is happy to give her pleasure. He is grateful that he can.
For a woman who selflessly risked her life, put herself out and humiliated herself for his benefit, to save his own, was certainly deserving of such considerations.
She arched herself back and moaned. But instead of rutting violently upward, as his beast was wont to do, he moved slowly. Gently. And his thoughtfulness was rewarded by the tight, almost torturous feeling of her walls clenching and clamping around the entirety of his girth.
His hands rested on her hips, grabbing and holding as she continued her rocking movement on top of him. And as he splayed them at her flat stomach, and began a journey upward to finally feel her waiting breasts, he took note of his hands.
Claws.
Stripes.
He was a demon again.
Looking to his side, tendrils of silver cascaded around him. And all he could think was how pleased he was to be himself, so that he may fuck this woman properly, with no inadequacies or limitation.
"Fuck me," she demanded. She begged, looking everywhere but him, but still very focused on her task.
'Yes,' he agreed, more than willing to comply.
He rose up to sit, keeping her working pelvis in place by way of his very much demon hands.
He thrust upward again, meeting the rolls of her hips in perfect time. Their noses were almost touching.
He could feel her hot, shaky breathing against his striped cheekbones, and she wrapped her hands behind his shoulders, to steady herself. To pull him nearer.
They looked into each other's eyes, all the while still bouncing from the copulation.
It was her. He had to know it was her. And he did.
He allowed the pleading look in her eye to linger only a second, before pressing himself forward, and taking her lips forcefully with his own.
Her hands raked through his hair, and he decided he wanted to do the same. Grabbing through her thick locks with his clawed hand, he held her tightly to him to lend his kiss more power.
The other was on her hip, and she moved to grab his shoulders.
Pulling her tongue away from his, she pushed away from him. He was desperate to reclaim her soft mouth with his own, but she resisted. There was something she needed him to know.
"I'm coming," she informed him, voice barely above a whisper. And she repeated.
"I'm coming." And then she did.
Wordlessly, her face contorted as it could barely contain her pleasure from his entranced gaze. Her mouth opened in a silent scream while she screwed her eyes shut. And he reveled in it.
The sight of her climaxing was wonderful. And he watched it, as he felt it as well.
Her walls were gripping down on him incredibly tight. And as he continued to pump into her for her pleasure, all he could feel was the wet heat of her quivering pussy around his cock.
And then he came.
Pleasure ripping from his body was an unexplainable relief. And as he ejaculated, only one thing consumed his mind.
Kagome.
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He awoke with a start. Sitting upright in bed, reality came upon him slowly.
He uncomfortably realized he was now stewing in his own juices. But more than the physical discomfort, he was horrified to recall what it was that exactly brought him to such a state.
"Are you alright, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
His eyes drew to the monk who was meditating on his own roll across the hut.
No. He wasn't alright.
He couldn't hide the distress in his features, made all the more glaring by the thin sheen of sweat which covered his entire form.
It had felt so real.
"Another nightmare?"
The monk looked upon him with well-guarded concern. But Sesshoumaru couldn't deny how accurate he was.
Slowly, he only nodded.
But what else did the perceptive lecher pick up on?
"It must have been a doozy. You were whining and moaning quite pitifully in your sleep. Was it Rin again?"
About the farthest thing from it. But though he was grateful to have finally gotten some reprieve from the terrible visions of monsters harming his pup, he wasn't so sure what he had just experienced could be considered much better.
And if he had let a few noises escape him last night, what else might the monk have heard?
"I do not remember," he lied; perhaps letting his guard slip somewhat in his disorientation. "Did you hear me say anything?"
He hoped he hadn't given voice to the thoughts in his dream.
Shocked by actually getting a response, Miroku's eyebrows shot up into his bangs.
"Nothing." Sesshoumaru relaxed slightly at the news. "But it sounded like someone was really giving it to you."
He deserved a medal for the way he schooled his stoic mask into offering no reaction.
After a moment of silence, he thought he was off the hook, until the monk proceeded... carefully.
"I am certain you have realized by now how demanding a man's body can be. If only our women had such insatiable appetites."
The monk's cautious approach did well in hiding his intent with concern. Mostly.
"I am aware of my reputation," he easily confessed. "And I admit, perhaps I am less able to restrain myself than most. But ours is a powerful biology."
Adjusting himself in a- slightly- more comfortable seated position, Sesshoumaru made a point in avoiding the man's gaze as he spoke.
Though he could do naught but listen.
"Men have a physical need to procreate. I certainly do," he admitted with a small grin that lacked none of his seriousness. "And I much prefer the intended way of handling my body's call, by inviting a woman to join in on the pleasures it affords."
No kidding. It seemed that everyone was quite aware of Miroku's various exploits.
Were all human males as impossibly susceptible to the pleasures of the flesh as the one beside him? He was beginning to wonder.
"Other men seem more able to restrain themselves. I do not recommend it, but hey, to each his own. More girls for me, you know?"
He finally earned the Western Lord's attention, as an eyebrow was raised at the monk's declaration.
He only shrugged in response.
"But if you do not find a method to expel the desire from your body, I'm afraid that the kami will step in and do it for you. While you sleep."
He supposed he was being as tactful as he could be, while being as direct and obvious as was called for.
Sesshoumaru couldn't help but appreciate the blunt explanation, as well as the roundabout method of delivery.
At least a portion of his dignity could remain intact.
Miroku followed his lesson with a piece of advice.
"Kagome-sama has pulled a lot of washing duty lately, what with your propensity to bloody up your clothing. Perhaps it would be kind of you to take on those chores yourself today, and wash whatever of yours might need tending."
...And save yourself the embarrassment. Damn.
It looked like he had earned himself another chore.
Miroku smartly awaited not response, and graciously left Sesshoumaru alone to clean himself up and prepare for his day.
He took only a moment to justify why his mind would deliver him such images.
He decided that perhaps it was his penance. Justice, delivered directly by the kami for looking upon the woman last night while she had been unaware.
But perhaps, if he had taken further measures to see to his desires, things would not have gotten so out of hand.
Either way, he would place the blame at the monk's feet. For had he not been exposed to such unseemly behavior, he was certain he never would have considered such things.
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Despite being given a free pass from the miko on account of his injuries, Inuyasha demanded he do his part by starting the mealtime fire.
Once breakfast had been eaten and supplies were cleaned up, he annoyed Sesshoumaru by taking a seat against the tree which his brother had been using for solitude from the group. Come to think of it, that was probably why he did it.
But for some reason, Sesshoumaru wasn't dissuaded from completing what had become his usual routine.
If Inuyasha was surprised when he sat cross legged not a few feet to the hanyou's side, he didn't show it. Neither were acknowledging the other, instead just taking in their surroundings, and the pack mates within them.
They sat in silence for several long moments. Inuyasha watching the slayer practicing moves with her Hiraikotsu, while Sesshoumaru's contemplative gaze was upon the miko at the stream- who was on day two of her mission to get the blood out of his normally pristine haori.
Finally, and uncharacteristically, the elder broke the silence.
"Do you prefer the company of males, brother?"
Not willing to give him the satisfaction of riling him, Inuyasha only smirked in response.
"Sorry to disappoint you."
His watchful eye never left his pack, but Sesshoumaru tore his from the scene to assess his brother more openly.
"I have only inquired in regards to your attentions towards the miko... or lack thereof."
But that earned Inuyasha's complete focus.
Crinkling his brow in confusion, he slid his eyes to Sesshoumaru only a moment, before returning them to his friends.
"What are you getting at?"
"You are dense, but surely you must be aware of the feelings she so obviously harbors for you. Though the attraction remains a mystery to This One."
It was plain as day to everyone with eyes. Even human eyes.
Even before officially joining forces, Sesshoumaru had been aware of Kagome's great affinity for his half-brother.
The way she defended him; her fierce, protective loyalty. Her steadfast, unyielding devotion...
And, he had always thought, that the whelp harbored such affections for the girl as well. He had even taunted him over it in battle.
But now, living among them and seeing it up close, he noticed how Inuyasha responded to her obvious romantic regard with reluctance. Almost avoidance.
So why?
"Keh, so? Why do you care?"
Sesshoumaru lifted his shoulder, and looked upon the miko once again.
"I do not. I am simply curious."
If he'd had his demon hearing, he was certain he would have been privy to some very interesting language from the woman currently scrubbing his badly stained clothes.
"You do not exactly have females storming your hut for their chance at an awkward, unsatisfying rut. Beggars cannot be choosers, so I wonder if the reason you have not taken advantage of the situation is that your proclivities lie elsewhere."
Miroku had eluded to the same thing with him more than once. But it was different when he did it. They were friends, and he was giving him a hard time.
Sesshoumaru only flipped him shit because he was wanted to hurt him.
So, it seemed very weird when his accusations were not tinged with his usual flavor of cruelty.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say he almost sounded concerned. But luckily, he knew better.
"Not everyone is an amoral, opportunistic prick like you," he informed him. "Kagome is my friend, and friends don't take advantage of each other."
Inuyasha's eyes cut to the school girl briefly upon mentioning her, but Sesshoumaru noticed how his gaze quickly traveled back to the taijya and her boomerang practice.
Inuyasha watched as she aimed, and threw, and caught her formidable weapon with a skill earned by years of grueling discipline.
But Sesshoumaru was watching his brother. Noticed the respect in his eyes. The pride in his posture, the... oh.
He had seen that look on a male's face before. Some pathetic beings take to yearning for that which they cannot have.
Sesshoumaru wouldn't know anything about that personally, but he could recognize it now in his brother's features. Longing.
"Ah. Now I see," he announced with superiority. "You lust for the slayer."
Inuyasha sputtered.
"What? You're crazy!" he accused with a blush.
"Now I know I am correct," he supplied with great confidence, straightening his posture in his seat. "I do not need my youkai scent to see your untruth. It is written all over your face."
And though decidedly uncomfortable with his brother's declaration, he wasn't able to tell him he was wrong.
After so many years of enduring Sesshoumaru's ability to discern lies by scent alone, he had never acquired the skill set to mislead the demon.
"She is the reason you have not pursued the miko. You prefer her."
Seeing no point in arguing, he still felt the need to defend himself.
"That ain't It!" he insisted, but the way his brother's eyebrow arched, it was clear he wasn't buying it. He backpedaled. "Well, not completely."
Sesshoumaru waited surprisingly patiently for Inuyasha to elaborate.
"I wanted Kagome at first," he admitted with a sigh. "Who wouldn't? She's beautiful, and sweet... but that's why I can't be with her." He adopted a grim countenance, as a wave of regret seemed to wash over him.
"Every time I see her face, all I can see is Kikyo."
He dropped his gaze, as if in shame as he continued his confession.
"I told myself that it wasn't fair to always be comparing them, but the truth is, it hurts too much. Every time I look at her, all I can see is what I lost. No matter how much I tried to ignore it."
Inuyasha regarded his brother, to find himself being watched intently. "I could never be happy with her if I have to be reminded of Kikyo every moment."
Sesshoumaru knew about his former lover. He had even encountered her a handful of times before she sealed the boy to the tree.
He had always thought her a useless novelty.
Though at the time, he was amused at her ability to render the pup so helpless. The 50-year vacation from his annoying little brother had been at the behest of her arrow, after all.
He was also aware of Kagome's affiliation.
She was supposed to be her reincarnation, or so he was told.
But he had never noticed the two bearing any sort of resemblance. Aside, of course, from the fact that all humans looked more or less the same to him.
"What is it about the slayer that captivates you so?"
The hanyou gave a look which betrayed incredulity.
"You blind? Look at her! She's strong, and compassionate..." He got a dopey grin on his face as he watched the woman continue with her training. "A great fighter and a loyal friend. And look at her curves in that outfit, fuck!"
At his brother's request, he did take in the form of the warrior.
He supposed, for a human, she could be considered attractive. If you liked that sort of thing.
Sesshoumaru decidedly did not, and was never unwilling to tell anyone so.
"All humans are filth in This One's eyes."
"Yeah, have fun with that," he mocked with a sneer. "Trust me, even though you're a pretty boy, ain't no demon gonna touch you now." He smiled then as something occurred to him. "I hope you like jerking off."
Both brothers were all too aware of how demon kind viewed humanity.
They were weak, lowly beings. Totally unworthy of any consideration. Such affiliations were considered quite scandalous.
It was why their father's indiscretion had caused such an uproar.
Even the most powerful demon in the world couldn't normalize such a union in the eyes of his own kind. Even in the eyes of his subjects.
The familiar reaction had Sesshoumaru turning inward.
"That is precisely what the miko surmised."
In the cave, before they had left for this village, she had less than tactfully informed him that his attitude toward human women would ensure his need to take care of his desires himself.
And that was fine with him. Considering the alternative, he would happily see to his own needs.
Of course, he hadn't expected them to come on as strongly, or as often, as they had been.
"Well, you might not need to fuck, but the rest of us do." He watched Sango intently as she stretched high to catch her weapon. Her long, lean form nearly caused his eyes to hood in appreciation. "It pays to be nice."
'Not worth it,' he decided. Though he still couldn't help but ask,
"In that case, why have you not approached her?"
His brother's sudden scrutiny was becoming awkward.
But Inuyasha sighed, and attempted to explain things to his cold-hearted brother.
"Because. She is Miroku's woman. Guys don't do that to each other."
"The monk will lay with anything with two legs and a pulse." After considering his declaration for a moment, he amended. "I am not even certain the two legs is a requirement."
Inuyasha couldn't help but snort at that.
"He cannot be that serious about her."
Despite his disinterest, Sesshoumaru was surprisingly insightful. He had always been perceptive; he had just not been compelled enough to involve himself in their dealings, or waste his valuable time considering them.
But now, with a painful amount of time to kill waiting for the hanyou's recovery, his only form of entertainment seemed to be to poke holes in this pack's dynamic, and study for his education. And perhaps, his amusement.
Inuyasha didn't appreciate his sudden scrutiny. But he hated even more how accurate he appeared to be.
It was hard to watch Sango have to deal with Miroku's infidelity. He could care for her so much better than he did.
But it also didn't seem right to feel such things about another man's girl. And a packmate, at that.
As much as he wanted them to break up for his benefit, it would hurt the pack, and his first obligation was to them. The burden of duty weighed on him heavily, yet took precedent over his romantic infatuation.
He crossed his arms in his sleeves, and resignedly leaned back against the tree, closing his eyes in contempt.
"Keh, so you are an expert all of a sudden?"
But he could hardly claim that.
Sesshoumaru was undoubtably perceptive. Even in his human state, his instincts were excellent, and supplying him with information that his dulled senses now could not.
But when it came to humanity, and those who dwelled within in, he had almost no experience in matters pertaining to their hearts.
Perhaps that was why he was so inquisitive. He was learning in real time. He supposed it would work to his benefit, now that he was living in their skin.
Speak of the monk inspired Sesshoumaru to ask a question.
He thought to this morning. And last night. And really, every day since his transformation, and did his best not to sound awkward.
"Are all humans cursed with an uncontrollable lust?"
Still referring to Miroku, Inuyasha cracked an eye at his brother.
"Well, he is, for sure."
Sesshoumaru slid his gaze sideways, careful as not to seem too interested.
"And you?"
Inuyasha shrugged.
"I dunno. Sometimes. But I wouldn't say it is uncontrollable." An amusing thought struck the hanyou then, and he smiled. "Why? Having problems?"
The mockery in his tone only fueled Sesshoumaru's reluctance to divulge.
The last thing he wanted was to talk about his carnal woes with his younger brother. But he was decidedly short on resources at the moment. He had hoped that with time and healing, his issues would begin to subside. But they didn't seem to be going anywhere.
If confiding in the hanyou could bear any fruit, he conceded he would do well to take him into his confidence.
Perhaps this was one subject where he could actually provide some insight.
Asking the monk was out. That particular man did not have an enviable grasp on such things, and there was no way Sesshoumaru was going to start emulating him.
Looking into the distance- at nothing in particular- he begrudgingly gave voice to his troubles.
"The urges I now feel are powerful... and constant." Inuyasha's eyes widened a fraction in surprise that he actually received a response. He was only teasing him, but he found he couldn't interrupt as his brother spilled his guts.
"In my demon form, such feelings were brief and easily extinguished. This weak body's reaction to even the slightest..." He lost himself to his thoughts for a brief moment, but corr" He lost himself to his thoughts for a brief moment, but corrected himself quickly. "It is unacceptable."
After the initial shock wore off, Inuyasha sifted through this new information.
Was it really so different for demons?
Sure, he remembered coming of age- years ago, long before Kikyo- when his body started demanding things he had yet to understand.
His noticeable reaction to females suddenly went from nonexistent to a raging, full on war within, as instinct constantly demanded he find a mate and take her, regardless even of suitability.
But Sesshoumaru was much older than him. As much as he hated to think about it, the demon must have withstood similar occurrences as he went through youkai puberty... whatever that was.
There must be something about his human body that was terribly different for him.
Maybe he'd already mastered his demon calling, and the effects it had on his body. But this human form was still very new to him.
Perhaps there was something about humanity that demons just didn't ever have to contend with. He supposed it made sense.
Compared to demons, humans were incredibly short lived. However, their populations seemed to multiply exponentially in contrast to their youkai counterparts.
After taking two human females into his pack, Inuyasha was quick to learn that they become fertile each month, opposed to a demoness's annual cycle.
Perhaps the males' bodies were made to keep up with such demands of their species.
Their race appeared to constantly clamor to reproduce, before their lives flickered out, seemingly before it even began.
It would explain Sesshoumaru's current predicament.
Funny, he always just though that Miroku was a pervert. But being the only man Inuyasha had ever befriended, maybe it was something all mortal men had to deal with.
Sesshoumaru was trying not to look uncomfortable as his brother seemed to contemplate what he told him. And he was shocked to find the boy actually intended to be helpful.
"Well, you could always do something about it," he suggested simply. "Why don't you take a trip to the nearby village with Miroku? He could introduce you to some of the girls he knows."
He wanted to scoff.
If it was female companionship he desired, he could have taken the slayer up on her lascivious offer. Never mind that he very nearly did.
But the miko advised against it, for fear of causing unrest within the group.
If he wanted to seek out a woman, he was sure he could handle such an undertaking on his own.
That wasn't the advice he was looking for. He was hoping the hanyou had a method of controlling his desires without succumbing to them.
Herbs, or something...
"Rin is my priority," he imparted haughtily. "I haven't the time to engage in courting."
It wasn't exactly true. While waiting for his brother to heal, he had very little to occupy him while he passed the drudging hours.
Perhaps being in the company of a woman would be preferable to enduring the goings on of this obnoxious little pack.
But it still didn't sit well with him. It felt too much like giving in. He preferred to find a way to control his base urges.
"Keh, what he does down their ain't courting. There are plenty of girls who are willing to help relieve you of your stress, for a price. If you know what I mean."
Sesshoumaru only looked at him with a blank expression. This had to be a contender for the most surreal conversation he'd ever taken part in.
Sensing his assessment, Inuyasha broke eye contact.
"I'm just sayin, maybe a little distraction real quick would help ease your pain a bit. Not to mention, help you sleep. Maybe a good rut will solve your nightmare problem, even if it's just for a night."
He couldn't believe he was encouraging his brother to go get laid.
"Are you speaking from experience?" Sesshoumaru asked hopefully. An educated opinion was far better than a speculative one. But what's more, he was surprised to realize he was actually interested in his answer.
The brothers had never been close, to greatly understate things. And outside of familial ties, and the swords that sliced them asunder, neither could claim to know very much at all about the other.
He wondered about Inuyasha's habits suddenly. His conquests. But for the life of him, he could not discern why.
And for some crazy reason, the hanyou saw fit to answer.
"I've only gone with him a couple times," he admitted with a shrug. "But I ain't a fiend like the lecher."
It was doubtful that any could claim such a thing.
He didn't know if the monk was particularly insatiable, or perhaps Inuyasha's demon blood kept his appetites more reasonable.
Either way, Sesshoumaru had no desire to emulate either male.
He thought of the monk's advice to him that morning. And the dream he'd had before it.
Perhaps there would be benefits to engaging in such a thing. He certainly did not want today's events to be repeated. But nothing about his brother's idea sat right with him.
"I should not like to risk it. Even the chance of being touched by a woman who has pleasured a half demon is enough to begin a whole new round of unpleasant dreams."
And with that, the friendly brotherly exchange was over.
Perhaps he didn't know how to be anything other than nasty to his closest remaining kin. Old habits die hard, after all.
Or perhaps it made him uncomfortable to erode the shores of their palpable disdain for one another.
Seeing his brother return right back to full asshole mode, Inuyasha was suddenly hit with a painful reminder of his past.
"Never stopped you before. You didn't seem to mind Kara touching you when we were younger."
Inuyasha's first. A young demoness who began paying him visits after a chance run in with her father.
He had claimed to know his old man, and sought him out to make the acquaintance of the younger son of his fallen comrade.
Unlike other demons, that particular inuyoukai seemed to harbor no ill will toward the outcasted half breed.
Apparently, their fathers had fought side by side during many a war in their youth. He would come by from time to time, to check up on the general's youngest son and ensure he was faring well enough.
He brought his daughter along on occasion, and a mutual attraction had developed.
She was never terribly serious about him. A half demon was no legitimate prospect for a full blooded inuyoukai with noble heritage.
If anything, her interest in him seemed more a morbid curiosity than anything else. But at least she wasn't disgusted with him outright, as most demonesses tended to be.
She'd let him fuck her a few times, but those trysts were over fairly quickly.
He didn't know if it was her intention all along to get her hands on his famous brother, or if Sesshoumaru simply swooped in to take yet another thing from his claws.
Perhaps it was both.
"I did mind," he informed him with a sneer. "I could not find a spring hot enough to cleanse me of your residual stench after laying with her. It seems my generosity never fails to go unpunished."
Inuyasha's scowl never left him as he released a short, humorless laugh.
"Yeah, you're a real saint."
"It shall not be repeated," he assured him. "You have my word that I shall never again touch any female you have had."
But it wasn't for the sake of pack loyalties. Inuyasha knew that his brother was implying that he did not wish to be sullied by any woman who would have him.
Luckily, he would not come across one easily.
Quite finished with the Western Lord's most unpleasant company, Inuyasha stood. He had better things to do, like sorting rocks.
Sesshoumaru made a point to look away as his brother addressed him with his parting words.
"Not that you could. Look at you. Just another weak human, with a bashed-up face."
He could tell that his insult left his brother unaffected. Sesshoumaru was a cold bastard, and he didn't feel anything.
Inuyasha decided he would do well to emulate him in that.
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A/N: Back to sess/kag next chapter.