A/N: First and last warning: there is sexual content in his chapter. There will possibly be sexual content in future chapters – there will be no more warnings after this unless it is a situation where it either seems like it will be happening and does not, or if there is a strong amount of world-building or character development involved in/surrounding said content. There is definitely world-building and character development both intermixed and intermingled with the sexual content in this chapter, but it is nothing super important and will possibly be mentioned outside of this chapter so you can just skip it if you want to – although I'd suggest you read through anyways, compared to some stuff out there it's fairly tame.
"I swear to Kami, if you say one. Fucking. Thing. About this, Toga, I will sleep alone with Shippō-kun for a fortnight."
Everybody in the camp immediately stared at her and sat down slowly – Kagome was Not Happy and that was a Very Bad Sign if she was threatening her alpha and betrothed. She never ever did that. The silvery-white inu stopped in his tracks, saw the newest piercing, immediately realised the problem, and padded away from the camp to where there was a second clearing. Then he exploded outwards, taking on a size about a third of his full size, and Ginta, smart boy that he was, let Kagome down. At a comforting growl, she ran over to Toga and slid underneath his chin, curling into a ball and burying herself in the thick fur between his forelegs until nothing could be seen of her body.
He moved his legs so they were crossed at the paws and rested his muzzle on them, telling everyone else, "She will be fine – it is just quite a bit to take in, even for one as mature as she is. Despite being raised yōkai, she was still born ningen and is only fifteen ningen years of age, physically.It would not be so bad if the responsibility was shared with this Toga – but his sweet little one earned this all on her own merits. Kōga, if you and your ōkami would hunt, there are at least seven herds of sika and four packs of boars, and quite possibly as many serow as the two combined. As well, there is another clearing on the opposite side of this one, you have to go into the forest a bit to find it, but it should provide a good camp that is as close to a cave as you can get in a forest. We can talk in the morning – it is not yet evening, but this Toga will be taking his mate away for the night once she is able to be moved. Sesshōmaru, Yasha, would you two sleep with Shippō in the absence of Kagome and myself?"
It didn't matter that they were not tied to each other yet – they were mates in every other way that mattered, and so Toga could call her that if he damn well pleased. A surge of warmth associated with tears soaked into his fur when he called her that, but he could tell that for the most part they were tears of relief – if he was calling her his mate it meant that firstly, he was not going to make her weather this new development alone, and that secondly, he would distract her mind from being overwhelmed by overwhelming her body repeatedly once she was calm enough for them to leave the group.
Kagome might be the alpha of this group, but they were travelling in the Western Lands at the time—the Eastern Tribe that Kōga was prince of bordered Sesshōmaru's lands, as did the Northern Tribe they would be visiting soon—and now that Sesshōmaru had someone in his life who would mother him, as well as the chance for a true family, with both parents and the addition of younger siblings, he visited them often. He was definitely an alpha and when he was around and Toga and Kagome were away, he took charge of the pack. When he wasn't, Miroku would be taking that position due to him being their beta – Yasha had alpha potential but ever since finding out what had happened the last time around he had been acting significantly younger. Far more mature and subdued, but at the same time much younger – more like a fifteen year old in the other dimension, not a fifteen year old in this era. A just-barely-fifteen year old at that.
When Kagome had tentatively asked him if he was okay and why he was acting how he was, he had bluntly informed her that if he had a mom and a dad, and wasn't alpha and didn't have to keep watch over everyone, he could let himself act like he would have ages ago if he hadn't been just trying to stay alive. So they just accepted that and enjoyed the drastic change in his personality and actions. Normally Yasha did not sleep with them. Kagome, Shippō, and Toga slept together, but Yasha still had a thing about being on the ground at night. He would sleep more frequently now, but he still slept in trees. However he could make an exception for a night, especially because his instincts were beginning to untangle themselves and become interpreted right – his little brother needed him, so his natural phobia would lessen in order that he could be there for Shippō.
Soon the ōkami had dispersed, his mate's pack were busying themselves and talking over potential battle exercises so that they became used to working cohesively, and Kagome was whining softly in such a way that he shifted back to his humanoid form, slipped Raimei into his obi, picked her up, and ran off to the closest cave he could find. Once he was there he pulled his mokomoko-sama off and laid it on the ground, before gently placing Kagome onto it. Her eyes, normally cerulean, shining, and bright with happiness, excitement, determination, or adrenaline, were a dull, hazy blue that was intermixed with grey – she might have handled the changes fine whilst they were happening, but it hadn't taken long for them to wholly overwhelm her and send her into a state of just being unable to think.
Toga would fix that and make her feel better though. The first thing he did was divest himself of his obi and armour, then his kimono, hanjuban, boots, sashinuki hakama, and fundoshi, taking his long obi and using it to secure Raimei to his back so that he was still solid, fully so, but nothing was in the way. Then he began fixing his sweet little songbird. Strong, callused fingers traced across her face, down her neck, and underneath the edges of her hanjuban and kimono, as he leaned close to her and breathed against her ear. He had to make sure she actually could hear him before he went about convincing her of things she needed to know.
It was slow going – on purpose. Kagome reacted negatively from being woken up from a mind-cloud rapidly, it just sent her straight into fear. This wasn't exactly a frequent occurrence – Kagome had more willpower than to have any overwhelming thing send her into a mind-cloud – but it had happened before a few times, and whilst the measures he had taken before were different, since Kagome had been younger then and they hadn't been together, Toga's instincts still told him what to do to help his little bird wake up and stop feeling so overwhelmed.
He undid her obi methodically after a few minutes of getting her used to his chaste touches, then folded it and set it aside, before parting her hanjuban and kimono open – not fully, just to the point that there was a long strip of bare skin going down to her hakama. His claws trailed over the skin there, fingertips grazing the skin and rubbing circles into it as he began to place soft kisses on her earlobe and the edge of her ear up to his betrothal marking and piercing; open-mouthed kisses so that he could continue breathing on the skin there, just making her aware of his presence but not forcing her to pay attention to him if she wasn't ready.
She was watching him, though, which was a good sign. Her eyes were still far more grey than he liked, but the blue in them was deepening as his hands began to rub over her stomach and sides, his large palms massaging the skin as his fingertips traced gentle patterns around where they touched. When his claws tentatively grazed the underside of her breasts – in such a way that it could have been an accident – she made a soft noise that was definitely encouraging, and he began to trail his tongue along the edge of her ear between soft murmurs. "I love you so much, precious Kagome. You aren't alone, koishi. You have training and you will be getting more to help you with this and I will never leave you. You can handle this, sweetling. You know the Kami never dump more onto you than you can handle, and even beyond that, I trust so very much that you can do this, little one."
The entire time he was firming his strokes, moving his hands up and down her body, parting her kimono and hanjuban more to bare her breasts so that he could lightly massage and squeeze them. Toga didn't have to be gentle with Kagome – not at all – and he wasn't worried about hurting her; but one reason he had wanted the gentle Izayoi was that Toga simply preferred not to be rough in his lovemaking. He might have been yōkai, but he'd never truly enjoyed the roughness and violence that most beast yōkai added to their sex unless he was in a bad mood.
Oh and how his beloved Kagome responded to his body, his hands, his mouth. She told him, after their first time making love just over a fortnight ago, that she had never felt so cherished or treasured as she had when he was loving her – and that was exactly the point. It was called lovemaking for a reason.
Of course, it was distinctly different with Kagome than it had been with any of his previous partners – one, because she was yōkai-raised, not ningen any more, and did demand a little roughness sometimes; the kind of roughness he truly could not help because he was not ningen and his idea of gentle and loving was different than that of a ningen's. He had always had to be incredibly restrained and to keep his passions tightly leashed with Izayoi for fear of accidentally hurting her or scaring her off – she might have loved him despite his being yōkai, but she did not love him because he was yōkai, unlike Kagome.
Kagome truly was perfect for him though, as evidenced when he scratched a little harder than intended and she hissed in pure pleasure, a soft whimper lacing her words, "More, please!"
Toga could not deny his precious one anything she wanted and so he obeyed. She had heard his words, was processing them, and now needed a distraction from the rest of the world around them – he would give it to her. He scratched harder this time, whilst lightly biting his way down her neck and over her shoulder right to the edge of her collarbone – which he promptly moved to, biting until he reached the inside of that side, and moving downwards. He bit and kissed his way to her breast from there, and when he attacked it with his mouth she was mewling in delight, especially when he lightly bit her nipple and twisted it between his teeth.
Some males might dislike what was called "foreplay" in Kagome's time, but oh, to Toga it was the best part of everything. Making your partner come undone, watching them unravel beneath you into a mess of pure pleasure and knowing that you caused that. The sheer power of it was addicting.
It wasn't long before Kagome was crying out and begging for more, more, more, and he sliced her hakama off – they would repair themselves when he tossed them aside – and entered her ready and eager body, which brought about a choked, pleasured sob from her pretty little lips.
Of course, such a gorgeous noise necessitated some delicious kisses, and soon, before he had even begun moving inside of her, she could hardly breathe, was panting softly, and her eyes were fully blue again – a deep midnight shade that she only gained when her body was physically pleasured at its fullest.
Toga was intending on making them turn near-black today. He hadn't been able to before, but he hadn't known her body as well before, firstly, and second, he hadn't really cared to do that to her before. But today it would be the best kind of distraction from her new status – and, simultaneously, the best reward for earning the respect of the most powerful of the ōkami yōkai in such a way that they had crowned her backup alpha of every pack in existence in Nihon, regardless of if she was aware of that pack's existence or not.
All ōkami who could only speak telepathically or in their ōkami language could communicate with each other no matter the distance, and Toga was well aware that as soon as Kagome began talking about the shards, one of those ōkami had opened up their mind to all the most powerful ōkami in the other tribes, so they could listen and judge. He was oh so very proud of his darling one that she had impressed the most populous yōkai in such a way, and he would reward her for it today.
She murmured his name and he mouthed her ear, informing her of how proud he was of her, how much he loved her, how much he desired her, how amazing she was, just as he began to move inside of her. Of course, his movement overwhelmed her so much that she couldn't respond to his words, especially not when his hands began doing the things she liked best to her breasts. So he continued informing her of exactly what he felt about her, exactly how perfect and beautiful and strong, deserving and worthy and wonderful, stunning and amazing and delightful she was.
Kagome had never, ever truly had low self-esteem in this iteration of her life, but Toga was careful when she was growing up to save his praise for not only when he completely, one hundred percent meant it, but for when there was no way for her to deny that he meant it fully and with all of his being. Because Kagome in any iteration was humble and while she could take pride in her skills, she tended to dismiss praise out of hand. Oh she would accept it prettily, she had been taught to do so from a young age, after all, but she would not really think about it beyond a shallow gesture.
Not so with Toga. When Toga told her something it was the absolute truth even if he abhorred telling it to her, and she knew that to her deepest being, just like she knew that he would never leave her and that he existed to love her and for no other reason.
And he was proving that he meant it to her – not only with his body but with his yōki as it caressed her body, her reiki, her miko-ki, teasing and cajoling and completely overwhelming her form in every way as he filled her and pleasured her and told her every positive thing he felt about her in that moment.
The entire time, he was hovering above her, pressing against her, and looking into her eyes, so that she could see how much he meant every single word, so that he could see her eyes darken in first shock, then insecurity, then acceptance; over, and over, and over again. Every word shifted that gorgeous midnight colour darker, just as did each touch, thrust, and kiss.
It really didn't take as long as he'd thought it would to turn those eyes nearly black – or for them to fill with tears that were caused by nothing but delight and pleasure. He timed her release to come along with his, because his Kagome was not one to accept being repeatedly given such overwhelming delight multiple times when her partner hadn't received the same treatment, so that was the first thing he had learned about her body, how to make her come undone and how to delay it for long enough that they could finish together whenever they made love.
Of course, if Toga truly wanted otherwise, Kagome would accept it, would allow him to overwhelm her repeatedly before even beginning to think about his own pleasure, if he thought about it at all, but it was not something he would do with any regularity or frequency. Giving her some release for stress-relief, yes, that would be common, but not wholly overwhelming her.
Kissing her with all the love he held for her, Toga pulled her body against his and manoeuvred them onto their sides upon his mokomoko-sama, running his hands along her sides and back, hips and ass, thighs and breasts – he wasn't done with her yet, not by any means, but he was allowing her body to rest a little before he made her unravel again. "Do you believe me, precious little one?"
Kagome nodded softly, rubbing her cheek on the arm that was pillowing it, her arms wrapped behind his back wherever Raimei wasn't touching his skin and holding tightly onto his shoulders as she pressed her body intimately against his, her legs twining with his own. "How could I not, Toga? You never lie to me, especially not with your body. I can do this and you will help me do this. But not yet. Not tonight, because tonight is for us alone."
They did not get to have time alone as much as a normal couple might, because as alpha, Kagome could not just take time away from her pack whenever she pleased, especially because of their youngest son. As soon as Toga had arrived with their pack, however, he had spirited her away for three days, leaving an amused Sesshōmaru in charge, and then spent the entire three days learning his Kagome's body thoroughly. It had been decided that they would take her most fertile days away for themselves, but outside of that, they would only snatch pleasure when they could afford to.
Of course, Toga knew how to make his little bird finish within a very short amount of time while still leaving her feeling wholly sated, so whenever she was stressed out he intended on giving her some physical pleasure to help rid her of some of that stress – it was no hardship on him to wait, truly, and he had made Kagome fully aware of that; hence why she would accept him pleasuring her alone without taking care of himself in times of stress.
He pulled her closer at her words and kissed her lovingly, growling happily. "My sweet little one, my perfect little bird. It truly is a good thing that you do not require as much sleep as ningen do because I do not plan to go easy on you tonight. I might not let you sleep at all, koishi."
The pleased shudder that ran through her body was all the answer he really needed, but her breathy, "Oh, yes, please, Toga! Keep this Kagome up and drive her so high she cannot think all night long, just like you like to do to her!" was oh so very encouraging.
Kagome might not submit to anyone but him, but she gave herself to him so very prettily and perfectly.
So he gave in to her plea and proceeded to drive her body to dizzying heights of pleasure repeatedly, all night long. She could think about her newest duties tomorrow. Tonight was for love and desire.
Translations:
Obi – a sash to tie kimono and yukata closed, usually between ~3.5 metres (11.5 ft) and ~4 metres (13 ft) in length. Both Sesshōmaru and Toga have quite obviously much longer obi than this, and whilst the men themselves consider them to be obi, they are really sashes, not obi – and yes, an obi is a sash, yadda yadda; it's a kind of sash. They are no longer obi at that length. Seriously, they are absurd. (And I love them. XD)
Kimono – okay we all know what kimono are, but essentially it's a front-closing T shaped robe that closes at an angle so as to give it a v-neck. Kimono are long-sleeved – if it has short (comparatively; if the sleeves are above the wrist) sleeves it is a yukata! Yes I am having Toga wear a kimono rather than a haori, there is a type of fold called a shirikarage fold that allows for a kimono to be worn tucked into hakama without any bulges in the hakama or the obi. Sesshōmaru wears a haori though, just because I like having him wear haori.
Hanjuban – a juban is a kimono-like undergarment worn to keep the fabric of a kimono or yukata from touching the skin directly; to reduce sweat absorption/stains. Often more than one layer is worn, a bottom layer called a hadajuban meant to absorb sweat, and then one or two other layers (or up to seven more in formal use) to further protect the fabric of the kimono – with yukata only one juban is typically worn, if any are at all. Anyway; a nagajuban is a full kimono length juban. A hanjuban (han being half) is a knee-length juban meant usually for knee-length yukata or being worn with hakama under one of the various types of shirts that existed back then. Being more informal, Toga only wears a hanjuban hadajuban rather than more layers. Sesshōmaru is the same way, mostly due to learning from his father. Kagome wears a hanjuban instead of a nagajuban both because she wears hakama beneath her kimono and because she doesn't feel the need to waste fabric on a nagajuban.
Sashinuki hakama – the particular kind of trousers that billow out and tie around the ankles that are worn by many of the main cast males. They are either starched or yōki enhanced to make them billow so stiffly, but yeah, there ya go. Normal hakama do not tie around the ankles and are loose and flowing to allow freedom of movement. Not that sashinuki hakama allow any less freedom of movement, just saiyan.
Fundoshi – men's underwear in that era. It is essentially a thong, only more complex to put on and take off. I am way too lazy to describe how to do so.
Hakama – a sort of very loose and billowy trousers, that allow the wearer to move freely and have probably way too much fabric. They tend to be very wide and are ankle-length. Kagome wears regular hakama instead of sashinuki hakama in this fic.
Also no, Kagome does not wear undergarments. Her breasts are not large enough to need bound by the long strip of fabric called sarashi that they have instead of bras, and what passes for female lower undergarments in the Sengoku Jidai is basically just a tight miniskirt called yumoji. Since she did not bring with her a large supply of panties and bras, she really doesn't feel the need to wear anything under her kimono and hakama. It is convenient for Toga so he agrees with her.