Kōga takes his wife out for a romantic night on the town only to run into some unexpected, but not exactly unwanted, company. This connection leads to great things for his career, but is it worth it?
Three: It Had to Be You
"Wow, Kōga, this place is so hard to get into! I can't believe we're here!" Kagome gushed.
Squeezing his wife's hand, he replied, "This is just what life's like when you're with me."
He didn't mention that he had been on the waiting list for two years, continually bumped down whenever someone wealthier and more recognizable wanted in. Originally, he had planned on proposing to her here, but he supposed it was okay that they were celebrating their first Valentine's Day as a married couple here instead. A little early, since it was in a couple weeks, but he had been told by the host that if he didn't cash in now he'd most likely have to wait another year.
Once their reservation was confirmed, the maître d' walked them over to their table. It was perhaps the worst table in the house, right by the hustle and bustle of the kitchens, but it was better than the Olive Garden. At least she was happy. Kagome was smiling at him, glowing with that soft light that only he could see. His perfect woman.
A flash of silver caught his eye and distracted him from the vision of loveliness sitting across the table.
"Holy shit, that's my boss!"
Kagome pouted, obviously annoyed at the very unromantic topic of conversation. "So, what do you think we should get? The prix fixe menu looks good. Oh gods, but this is so expensive, Kōga, do you really—"
"Ha, the bastard's eating alone!"
She frowned. "I can't imagine coming to a place like this by myself. How sad."
"He can dry his tears with Benjamins. The dude's loaded. He's not even my boss' boss, he's all the way up the chain. Developed all sorts of shit, has his hands in everything." Looking at her, eyes filled with glee, he said, "Yet he still can't get himself a woman. Pathetic."
"Don't be mean, Kōga! I'm sure he's doing perfectly fine in that department." Her eyes flicked to him and he didn't like how they lingered. "Definitely doing very well. He was probably working late and got hungry. We should invite him to sit with us. He looks nice enough."
Though her tone and phrasing were perfectly innocent, Kōga eyed her suspiciously. Men were always falling over themselves to land conveniently at Kagome's feet. While she didn't exactly return their flirtations, she never did anything to discourage them, either.
"Why are you looking at me like that!?"
Kōga opened his menu back up. Shit, she was starting again.
"Oh, go on and ignore me, Kōga. Just how you always do. Because gods forbid you pay attention to your wife when she's in any mood but a sunshine and roses one. It's such a—"
"Excuse me," a voice broke in. "I couldn't help but to overhear…"
The wolf-demon nearly choked on his water when he saw that it wasn't a waiter interrupting their one-sided public argument but rather his boss.
"Uh, I'm sorry, sir, we weren't trying to—"
"I couldn't help but overhear that you are one of my employees." He smiled, fangs glinting in the low light. "Please, come and share my table. I could use the company."
Unsure of how much the man had heard, he was about to decline, but Kagome responded before he could.
"Oh my, how generous! We would love to."
They moved over to the private roped-off half-circle booth. Once inside, their host drew the curtain and closed them off from the world, but not before nodding to one of the waitstaff. Somehow, Kōga ended up across from his wife while the boss man sat between them. The worst part wasn't that he was sure that it had been by design, but that he wasn't sure if it was his boss or his wife that had made it so.
"What can I get for you today, Mr. Taisho?" the water asked, obviously familiar with the half-demon.
He handed him his menu without even glancing at it. "I thought I told you to call me Inuyasha, Shippo."
The kid's face turned red. "Sorry. The usual, I-Inuyasha?"
He shook his head. "No. I have company tonight. The lady will have the white truffle pasta with lobster and I'll get the twelve-ounce Kobe. A bottle of the '41 Cabernet Sauvignon for the table as well." Seeming to remember Kōga's presence at the last possible second, he added, "And suckling pig for my employee here."
The waiter bowed. "Yes, sir! Right away."
Thankfully, the wine arrived right after the introductions and before any awkward conversation could be made. Kōga tried to watch his wife without staring. Oh, but she was going to go off on this prick for showing off and ordering for them. The one time he had tried that on her, she hadn't spoken to him for a week. His woman was beautiful, but she did have an awful temper.
"Normally I'd be upset that you ordered for me, but you got exactly what I would have gotten."
Inuyasha smiled at her. "I'm pretty good at judging what a beautiful woman needs."
"Wonder why you're here alone, then." Kōga was shocked he had actually said that out loud.
For the first time, Inuyasha's full attention was on him. "Sometimes a man just needs a break from his wife." His tone changed ever so subtly. "Not you, though. Kagome's perfect. I bet you're just walking on sunshine every day."
He wasn't sure what to say to such a thing. "We have our ups and downs, you know how it is, but I'll never regret it."
Inuyasha turned back to Kagome. "I always wondered what you ended up doing after high school. I know you're not a model or an actress or anything even though you're ten times prettier than anyone in that scene."
That was laying it on a little thick. Sure, Kōga loved Kagome, but he wasn't blind. There were plenty of attractive women out there. Kagome was up there, but it wasn't like she was some irresistible goddess.
Her cheeks were pink. "High school? Do we know each other?"
"You don't remember me?" He didn't sound the least bit surprised. Maybe a little bitter. "I don't blame you. Shikon High was a long time ago and I was kind of an angry little nerd back then. Totally invisible."
"I'm sorry. My world was very small back then, just a few friends…" She trailed off and recognition lit up her face. "Wait, were you the yearbook photographer senior year?"
"Yeah!" he answered back excitedly.
Somehow, she was sitting closer to him than before. "The candid shots you took of me that ended up in the yearbook were fantastic. For a moment, I felt like someone famous."
Was it his imagination, or were Inuyasha's cheeks turning pink now? "Well, the camera only captures what it sees…"
"Don't be so modest. If you hadn't gone into tech, you could have been the greatest professional photographer. I'd be buying your books."
"I still have a few photos of you that were never published. You could come over and get them. And maybe I could talk you into posing for me for a few shots."
She grinned. "It's a date."
Inuyasha laughed and it sounded a little melancholy. "Speaking of dates, I have to tell you, I kind of had a thing for you way back when. I tried to work up the nerve to ask you out dozens of times, but you were never single. You were always with that guy Hojo, and then this one popped up right after that." He leveled a mild glare at Kōga.
He felt like he should say something. Putting a hand on Kagome's, he smiled at her in that intimate way that can only be shared between a husband and wife. "Well, she is very beautiful. Always in demand. That's my Kagome." And how the fuck had Inuyasha known he'd swooped in right after Hojo? That was in college and the half-demon had attended some fancy smart kid school somewhere.
"I always wanted to talk to you," Kagome said, completely facing her former classmate. "My friends and I all thought you were so cool. Just a bad boy loner with his art. Like that guy in American Beauty or something. But that girl you were always with, what was her name, kind of scared us off."
"Kikyo," he replied. "We're married now."
The conversation excluded him almost completely after that. Kagome and Inuyasha talked for hours about mutual friends and acquaintances, memories and nostalgia. Inuyasha paid the bill, which was a good thing since it was almost a thousand bucks. When it was time for them to go, Kōga felt like a child out to dinner with his parents allowed to come at the last minute because the babysitter had cancelled. Sleepy and grumpy and feeling ignored. At least he was a little buzzed. Wine just tasted like wine to him, no matter the price, but that had been some good shit.
"I hate that our night is over, but it's time to say goodbye." Inuyasha leaned in and gave Kagome half a hug, kissing her on the cheek way too close to her mouth for his comfort.
"Sorry for keeping you so late," she murmured. Kōga watched how her breasts pressed against his chest during their embrace.
The half-demon's hand was far too low on her back and the two of them were lingering, never tearing their eyes away from each other.
"Give your wife my best," he felt compelled to break in.
"Yeah," he mumbled, not looking away from Kagome. "I'll see you."
Kagome was still smiling when they got in the car. At first, he was annoyed, thinking she wouldn't stop chattering about him non-stop for the rest of their lives. Just because he was rich and good-looking didn't mean he was so great. The man had a wife, for fuck's sake, and there he was, going out on the town without her. Kōga would never go anywhere without Kagome.
When she broke the silence, it was not what he was expecting.
"Pull over."
He was about to protest, but then her hand was on his thigh and climbing higher. Speeding over to the shoulder, he put the hazard lights on and opened his mouth to ask her what had gotten into her. But Kagome was fast, and she pulled the lever so he was laying flat on his back. In one quick movement, she was sitting on his lap and facing the windshield. Oh fuck, but she hadn't been wearing any panties. The whole night? He had been wasting his time thinking about that handsome rich bastard when here his wife was, bare and so fucking wet. Had she been playing with herself?
All thought was pushed out of his head by her plunging down on him, completely enveloping him in her cunt. A grunt left his lips and he pulled up her dress, wanting to see her work on him. The way her nice full ass bounced up and down on his cock, grinding on him, was making him see stars far too soon. His stomach clenched and he knew he should close his eyes, should think of baseball or something, but all he could feel was how hot and soft she was, how nicely she squeezed him. All he could hear were her little purrs and mewls of enjoyment. And her scent…
"Gods damn it, Kōga!"
He couldn't say anything, still caught up in the throes of his orgasm.
Kagome forcibly removed him from herself while he was still spurting his come.
"Shit, Kagome, these seats are leather!"
"You should have thought about that before fucking me on them!"
He wanted to say that it had been her idea and it wasn't his fault, but fuck, he was tired and he had just come. This was no time for another one of her fights. Sighing, he tucked himself back in and resumed the drive home. His wife didn't make him sleep on the couch, thank the gods for small mercies, but she refused to let him touch her.
The next day, he arrived at work late with a breakfast burrito. His beloved wife had left early that morning and hadn't cooked any breakfast for him, so a trip through the drive-thru it was. Unfortunately, the line was long and he arrived at work five minutes late. When he got to his desk, his boss was there to meet him.
"That's the third time this week, Ookami." He didn't sound upset at all, flat eyes matching his tone. He eyed the burrito in his hand. "I see you had important business to take care of. You know the rule. That's going to be another write-up."
Kōga cursed internally. He'd already been written up once this month for calling a client an ugly dumbass within earshot of him, nearly costing them the contract.
"That won't be necessary."
It was hard for Kōga to stifle the groan of misery when he recognized the voice, but another bite of the burrito helped. Of course, it just had to be Inuyasha.
"Sir!" His boss was suddenly energetic and chipper. "Did you need me to get the head of the department for you? I think he's in a meeting, but I could always pull him out."
"No need. I'm just here visiting my good friend Kōga." His fangs were revealed with the grin he gave them and it seemed nothing less than predatory. "He's a little late because I kept him up last night at dinner. But trust me, he's a good guy. If I were you, I'd promote him."
And off he went.
After that, the others looked at him differently. In a couple days, he was promoted from being a lowly administrative assistant and suddenly was making real money. Kagome could finally have that baby she kept talking about. His new job required he attend a week-long training conference, but that was fine.
"If you don't want me to go, I'll stay," he told Kagome the night before, cuddling her in bed.
She flipped through the channels, attention on the screen. "No, go ahead. It's just a week. It might be good for us."
He almost asked her what that meant, but he didn't want it to lead to another fight.
Transportation was provided to the hotel. It was over an hour away, not too far, but he still felt anxiety at being away from his wife. This would be the longest period of time they'd spent separated since they first started dating. For the past few days, she had been distant. Was it because of the premature ejaculation incident? It wasn't like that was a new thing. She was just so beautiful and so soft and smelled so good that he couldn't help himself. He was always up for going down on her for however long she wanted, but she had a thing about coming while he was inside her. She liked to go on rants about that was why she was with a demon in the first place, their stamina and staying power and size, but he was worse than her human boyfriend had been… On and on.
He wondered if she had figured out that when she talked to him that way it always got him going again.
To his surprise, the first talk being given at the training conference was by none other than the big boss, the man responsible for Kōga's promotion. After the talk, he went up to thank him. He hadn't had the chance before. It wasn't like he had his number or any way of contacting him. Fuck, he wasn't even sure what floor he was on.
"Kōga," he greeted, parting the sea of his fawning admirers to shake his hand. "Good to see you."
"Same. And I just wanted to say thank you so much for the opportunity and that I'm going—"
"Don't regurgitate your thanks all over my shoes, boy," he said with a roll of his eyes. The crowd laughed and the familiar feeling of humiliation filled him. "Tell you what, come up to my room for a drink and I'll give you some tips and pointers."
He was stunned. "R-really?"
"Sure."
The rest of the day seemed to drag on after that. Honestly, he didn't like the guy. In fact, he thought he was scum. Arrogant half-breed trash. But he had a lot of influence, obviously, and if he could get in good with him, he would be set for the rest of his life.
Going up to the penthouse suite at the end of the night, he knocked on the door. No answer. He was afraid he had forgotten or that it was some trick. That bastard seemed like just the type. Since he had come this far, he knocked again.
The door opened, revealing Inuyasha dripping wet, clothed only in a short white towel that barely covered his cock and balls. It was so tight that he could see the definition of his muscles, and when he turned around and led him further into the room, it became apparent that he had one of the best asses a dude could possibly have.
"Seems like this will be easier than I thought," he drawled. Dropping the towel to the floor, he lit up a cigarette. "Time for you to pay me back."
There was always the option of leaving out the door and never coming back. Quitting his job, taking his wife, starting over somewhere new and in a different sector where this naked half-demon didn't have quite as much influence.
"Well? Hurry up and suck it."
Kōga somehow found himself kneeling to the floor, eye to eye with the rather impressive cock of his boss. It was just going to be a one-time thing. He was only paying him back for the promotion and the dinner…
Sticking his tongue out, he took his first taste of cock. Damn it all, but it wasn't bad. The half-demon had grown erect just watching his employee's painfully torturous indecision. Licking him from the base to just below the mushroom tip, he moved his tongue side to side before slipping his tongue along the slit and taking it in his mouth. Sucking the flared head, he worked his way down the shaft, careful with his fangs. Without noticing, he reached down and started to rub himself over his dress pants. With his free hand, he cradled Inuyasha's heavy ballsack, exploring and caressing.
"That's it, bitch," he grunted, threading his claws through the helpless wolf demon's hair until it came untied. "Suck it to the root."
Kōga moaned in response, working the thick cock and gurgling on the precum, swallowing as much as he could. It seemed like that wasn't good enough, however, as Inuyasha slammed his head down just as he rocked his hips forward. Then he was choking on cock, overwhelmed with the size and the taste of it, his nose buried in the thick black pubes of his alpha. Gods, how was he lasting so long!? Kōga would have been done at least five minutes ago, but Inuyasha just kept going, thrusting into his face, fucking it with ferocity. Now his throat was raw and sore and he was drowning in precum. Still, an erection tented his pants. He couldn't recall ever having been this turned on.
With a sudden jerk, the half-demon withdrew from his mouth and sprayed all over his face. Without being prompted, Kōga opened his mouth, panting to collect every drop of cum that Inuyasha saw fit to bless him with.
"Swallow," he commanded. The wolf obeyed. "Take off your clothes. Get on your hands and knees."
Kōga watched in the floor-to-ceiling mirror as Inuyasha leaned his head back and closed his eyes, stroking his cock furiously as he whimpered something that sounded a little too close to Kagome's name. He forgot to be upset at the surprise of seeing him again fully hard, massive cock ready to be worshipped yet again. Grabbing a bottle from the bed, Inuyasha squirted it liberally into his hand before sticking a finger in his employee's ass. Overcome with arousal, the wolf groaned at the unfamiliar intrusion.
"It's always ones like you," he sneered. "High and mighty 'pure' ones. Nothing gets you off like fucking a human or a half. You won't mate anyone who's not like you, but you'll sure as fuck spend every minute of your life fantasizing about us."
Kōga could barely hear what the half-breed was saying now that there were three fingers in his ass pumping away and making him feel drunk with lust. And then finally, finally, it happened. Inuyasha was kneeling behind him, cock bumping up against his burning and yearning asshole. The wolf couldn't make a sound, couldn't even breathe when he slammed inside him, violently filling him up. Then he withdrew and fucked him with a force he wouldn't even expect from a full-demon let alone a half-breed. With every thrust another moan was ripped from Kōga's throat, growing higher and higher in pitch until he was yowling like a true bitch.
His alpha was using him for his pleasure with all the care a butcher would show a piece of meat. It was the most thrilling thing he could conceive of. With each swing of his hips, he'd slap his hand down on the wolf demon's ass, squeezing it and palming it before letting go and repeating the process. Kōga's cock was dripping precum to the floor. Never had he been so turned on without getting off. Every time he remembered to open his eyes, he peeked at the reflection in the mirror, and the scene was enough to make him close his eyes in pleasure yet again. To see the silver and gold god ram into him, eyes flaming with hellfire and hatred, dominating him like an insect, was bliss.
As Inuyasha neared his own climax, he dug his claws into his bitch's ass, drawing blood. That was all Kōga needed and he spilled his seed all over the floor and mirror and his own stomach and chest. The mess was everywhere. Completely spent, he collapsed face first into his own mess of come, his arms and legs giving out completely. Undeterred, Inuyasha fucked him all the harder, making him whimper as his sensitive cock scraped against the carpet. At last, with a roar like a tiger, the half-demon came, filling Kōga's insides with his boiling hot sperm.
Withdrawing, Inuyasha wiped himself off with the towel he had been wearing earlier.
"Turn over."
Kōga did so, thinking his alpha was going to clean him off as well. Instead, he merely grabbed him by the jaw, forcing his mouth open. Spitting inside, he shut it.
"When you kiss your wife, she's going to taste me."
And that was how the entire conference went.
Every day, Kōga went through the motions of a happy middle-management employee, taking all the right notes at the seminars and listening attentively, networking with those he deemed worthy. But at night, he was Inuyasha's little bitch, sucking his cock and getting his ass fucked raw until daylight.
On the last night, clothespins on his nipples and forced in a cock cage as he did the splits on the bed and sat on a dildo bigger than his arm, he listened intently to his master as he worshipped his beautiful big cock.
"…And you're not going to fuck Kagome, not even touch her, or sleep next to her. You're just gonna bring your pretty little wife to my house for dinner, got it?" He nodded and Inuyasha slapped his face. "Keep working on that cock, bitch. Now where was I? Oh, and you'll bring her over and I'm gonna take all sorts of naughty, nasty pictures of that sweet little slut. I'm gonna finally fuck Kagome fuckin' Higurashi and you and that bitch are gonna do nothing but watch us."
His own words pushed him over the edge and then he filled Kōga's mouth with his new favorite taste.
By the time he arrived home, the only pain in his ass was of the phantom sort, and he mourned the loss of his master. It was only for a couple days, he reminded himself. Just a couple days.
"Kōga, what's wrong?" Kagome asked that night over dinner. "Did something happen at the conference?"
"Nope," he muttered in reply, stuffing his mouth full of the chicken she'd made. If only the mushroom sauce were a little saltier, a little more like… "Oh, I saw Inuyasha there."
She brightened instantly. "Inuyasha was there? Did you talk to him?"
He nodded. "He wanted us to come over for dinner tomorrow. Said he'd give you some old pictures and hopefully take some new ones."
Her face turned a lovely shade of rose and she didn't talk for the rest of the meal, a little smile on her face. Old flames of jealousy rose in his chest. That was his wife. He wasn't going to lose her to some rich and sexy muscular golden god.
Even so, the next night found them being escorted up the long and winding driveway of Inuyasha's estate. To his shame and horror, his tail was actually wagging as they approached. The half-demon himself met them at the door, looking as eager as he felt. His eyes were only for Kagome. Feeling defiant, Kōga moved to help his wife with her coat, but one look from his alpha stopped him mid-motion. With hands so gentle the wolf-demon could barely believe they had been used to choke him just that week, Inuyasha relieved Kagome of her coat, the tips of his fingers brushing against the back of her neck. She had worn her hair up tonight. She knew what that did to canine demons. Yet she had done it.
Kōga had already lost.
"Kikyo, bring us some drinks," Inuyasha ordered the instant his wife came from around the corner. She was tall and modelesque, but more like a doll, lacking some vitality that his own wife had in spades.
She smiled, seemingly unperturbed at not being properly introduced and just treated like a servant. "Yes, my love."
Kagome followed Inuyasha to the sofa. "So. Kikyo hasn't changed much."
"She was always a little off, huh?"
He said that even as the woman in question came back with a prepared tray of champagne. Her smile didn't falter.
"Bring out the fruit, too."
She went back to the kitchen, a spring in her step.
Inuyasha lit up a cigarette. Kōga's eyes zeroed in on the object held between his lips. He could feel himself begin to sweat, his palms itching to take his old friend out of his master's trousers and get reacquainted.
"Isn't that a shame," Inuyasha drawled. "She just does whatever I say, no questions asked. Gives in so damn easily. You two have a far better relationship than we do." He briefly glanced at the obviously aroused wolf demon. "I mean, your husband may be an idiot, but he picked better than I did. You, however, got a raw deal, Kagome." He smirked and the glint in his eye was malicious, not at all unlike that first night he had invited the wolf up to his hotel room for "drinks". He handed her a manila envelope. "Did you know your husband was a sissy little cocksucker when you married him?"
Kagome gasped as she looked through the photos. They were all close-ups of his face, eye's half-closed, pupils dilated, obviously having entered another state of being at the feeling of the cock in his mouth. He was cock-drunk, cum-drunk.
"I'm sorry," he said lamely.
His wife got to her feet, swaying a little. "I need to leave," she said, voice faint.
"You can't go yet." Inuyasha grabbed her wrist and yanked her down until they were sitting closer together than they had before, her practically on top of him. "Show 'er, bitch."
And he did. Kōga couldn't help it. On some level, he was disgusted at and ashamed of himself. If he were entirely sane, he would tell her that he loved her and he had done it for the two of them, and okay, maybe it felt really fucking good too, but that wasn't entirely it. But he was too far gone, already holding the cock of his master with shaking hands, drool leaking out of the corners of his mouth as he swallowed the pole that brought him so much joy.
"Kōga's good at this and all," Inuyasha said with a moan. The wolf glowed at the praise. "Still, I'd much rather have you down here."
"I'm not like him," she spat. "You could never pay me enough to degrade myself like that."
He laughed. "Don't you think I know that? That's why I love you, Kagome."
Staring at the both of them in disgust, Kagome got up to leave only to be pushed back down by Kikyo.
"This is your chance, Kagome. Your chance to tell your worthless bitch of a husband what you really think of him."
Her face changed the slightest bit. It was like Inuyasha's vicious personality was contagious.
"I never loved you," she said so quickly the words tumbled together. "At first, I was just happy to have a demon boyfriend. My friends were so jealous and even though you suck at sex your cock was enormous so I thought that would be enough. But it got really old really fast, and then you drove all the other men away so I had no more options. When you proposed, I wanted to scream and run, but I figured no one else would want me, so I stuck around. And you were even more of a disappointment as a husband than you were as a boyfriend. You disgust me, Kōga."
Tears ran down his face, not all of them from being choked by the massive half-demon cock burrowing down his throat. Still, he was even harder than he had been that first night with Inuyasha, a precum stain on the front of his pants.
"That…" she said, looking from him to Inuyasha in stunned surprised, "…felt really good." Grabbing Inuyasha by his forelocks, she brought her mouth to his and kissed him with all the passion she had. "And so did that."
"I want to come inside you," Inuyasha panted. "Let me fuck you, please, Kagome, gods, let me…"
Hearing his master beg made him cringe.
"You'll have to get me good and wet first."
Snapping his fingers, he motioned Kikyo over. The Stepford wife knelt in front of the sofa next to Kōga and pushed up Kagome's dress. No panties. Again. Fuck, but the wolf just knew she hadn't done that for him this time. Somehow, someway, she had been planning on fucking Inuyasha all along tonight. Kikyo buried her face in Kagome's shaved bare snatch. Inuyasha's eyes were glued to the sight. Of her own volition, Kagome tugged down the bodice of her dress and began to play with her nipples. Her mouth fell open in a moan and everyone was enraptured by the sight of her playing with herself, her pink nipples pretty little pearls on her pale chest. The first to break himself from the trance, Inuyasha reached over and tweaked one of her nipples for himself, whimpering at the feeling. Kōga felt him twitch in his mouth.
Kagome grabbed her husband by the ponytail and bobbed his head up and down on the half-demon cock, giggling as he gagged and made choked sounds of distress.
"Do you like that, puppy?" she asked sweetly.
"I can't take it anymore," he said hoarsely. Wild-eyed, he slapped Kōga away from him and gave Kikyo a hard shove. "I need to have you."
Kagome yelped in surprise as he threw himself on top of her, forcing his way inside her at the same time. Throwing her arms around him, she met his hips thrust for thrust even though Kōga knew her poor pussy must be getting stretched beyond its limit by the monster Inuyasha kept between his legs. Even so, she was moaning like a bitch in heat, clawing at his back and running her hands over his pecs, begging him for more, begging him to fuck her harder, faster.
"Make me come on your cock," she mewled. "Force my pussy to come."
"My poor baby. He really neglected you, huh?"
Putting a hand where they were joined, Inuyasha rubbed her so rapidly that his hand seemed just a blur. It wasn't long before Kagome was screaming her orgasm, her thighs clenching around him as her cunt did the same. Inuyasha came immediately after, coating her fertile womb, the womb that Kōga once sought to sow his own seed in.
"Oh gods," she gasped. "That was…intense."
"Every day can be like this. You and me. We get divorced, we mate, we marry. They'll serve us for the rest of their pathetic lives."
"A Valentine's Day proposal!?" she gasped with glee. "Are you serious? That's such a cliché."
"Is that a yes?"
Kagome tugged on his ear just a little too hard. "Of course, idiot."
Their forgotten spouses watched Inuyasha and Kagome once again explore each other. Every day like this? Kōga stroked his cock at the thought, watching his wife and boss fuck each other on the couch.
Not bad. Not bad at all.