Did she leave her in a room full of women alone?
"Shall we bathe?"
Kagome spun her head around. "What?"
"It is time to bathe,"
"It's the middle of the day,"
The woman chuckled and pulled down the halls and out to a bathhouse that she had never even noticed before. The building was big enough to hold an Olympic-sized swimming pool, she was sure.
They pushed her in.
The steam rolled, but it wasn't enough to hide the figures already inside. Kagome blushed. Oh no.
Thankfully, all the males had their backs to them, talking as if all these women didn't just enter. They all sat, on what she didn't know. Their waist, thank God, was hidden under the water.
The others started to pull off their clothes; Kagome eyed them. They wore nothing under their kimonos. She swallowed; these women were beautiful, perfect. She wanted to back out. It was like being around a bunch of supermodels.
She backed up and bumped right into one of them. The woman placed a clawed hand on her shoulder. "Come, Miko, dont be shy. You, after all, gained our Lord's eye,"
Oh, these bitches were good.
"We shall help you,"
They stripped her down till she was standing wearing nothing but a black thong and lace black bra. She may have been a virgin, but you never know.
"How interesting," They were confused, clearly.
"She does have a nice pair of legs for a human," One stated. She wasn't as tall as them.
"Her butt is like a peach," One put her finger under the then strap of her panties "Hey!" Kagome snapped, moving away.
"Are you all going to play with her or us?" One of the Lords asks, "We can leave," He joked,
Kagome didn't know which would be worse. She didn't want to play with any of them. Kagome didn't realize it, but her power was stirring at her feet.
Sesshomaru glanced back, looking at nothing. "My mate bites," He said. "Leave her,"
Kagome blushed; right, they were married.
The woman moved into the water, finding a male Kagome watched as they put up their hair, those who had long hair anyway, and then they started bathing them.
"Grooming," She whispered, but why all together?
Sesshomaru sat alone.
Kagome cleared her throat. She was leaving her undergarments on. She slowly walked up to him and looked at his long hair. She always liked it.
A woman handed her a brush and tie, and so Kagome slowly, carefully put this hair up. It showed off his ears more, and before she could stop herself, she ran a finger over the edge. They were soft dog ears; they were rough, much like he was.
Sesshomaru grabbed her wrist, and she gasped; he yanked forward, and her breast, thankfully covered, pressed to his back. Her cheek was close to his, and with his hair up, she could really see his jawline.
Sesshomaru put a cloth in her hand and, every so slowly, let her hand go. Kagome forgot they were not alone. She pushed away from his body slowly. Sesshomaru moved his ponytail, giving her a view of his back.
It was broad and strong, and she followed his spine down, and then she noticed something on his sides. Her eyes went slightly wide as she realized they were strips. Who knew they went that far down? Then she blushed as she realized just where they went.
Shaking her head, she washed his back, his neck, and he moved his neck, and she was locked like she had been hypnotized. Her hands just moved around his movement, and then stepping closer, she ran the rag over his collarbone and he tilted his head back slightly, and their eyes met. Hers shy, his heavy. Her eyes darted to his lips.
Oh no.
But it was too late, he saw; they all did, and he waited, seeing if she would follow what she really wanted to do. She leaned; they were supposed to be fooling them, right?
Their lips met, and her hand went down, down more and a little more, and he grabbed her wrist again. She gasped, her power sparked between their mouths, and he growled.
It made everyone else freeze.
"Careful, Miko," His voice was Huskey, and he turned her on, and her mind screamed danger. "While suck sparks will not harm me, the same can not be same of them,"
Kagome stood fully and looked around the room. "Sorry about that,"
It was good. Sesshomaru eyes the men. Though she had not meant to do it, it would back up the lies his mother told about her virginity.
"Well, that does make it fun, doesn't it," A man said,
"It makes it deadly," Sesshomaru spoke, sitting forward; Kagome moved to stand back.
"Indeed," Another chuckled,
"But she is still no demoness,"
No, she wasn't. Sesshomaru stood and took a step forward, and thankfully, his waist was still underwater. He turned to look at her. Her strips showed more now, and she knew without even looking that all the other females, mated or not, were looking.
Hell, she couldn't blame them. It was hard not to.
"I could break her, kill her, hurt her, make her scream," He looked at the men,
"We can do all that, Sesshomaru. What your point is,"
He smirked. "She fights back,"
They laughed. "Mine does, too," The man yanked the girl's hair; she wasn't pleased about it.
Sesshomaru moved to Kagome till she was looking up. His hand went around the back of her neck. "All that I can do to her, she can do to me," His voice was deep, and his eyes were locked onto her. "She can make me burn,"
Her lips parted, her heart raced, and she dropped the rag. Her hands moved as if she knew what he wanted. They ran up his chest, her power tingling, almost burning as she dragged them upwards. His head went back, the markings on his face went slightly jagged, and he growled between clenched fangs.
It hurt, but in a good way.
"Enough, Sesshomaru, we get it," ANother male said quickly.
Sesshomaru looked back down and grabbed her hands. "Enough woman,"
Her power vanished,
"Breathe," He whispered.
She panted.