Sesshoumaru's mouth descended on hers, fierce and demanding. The kiss left no room for resistance, his tongue sweeping into her mouth. Kagome moaned into the kiss, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer as if she could somehow meld their bodies together. His response was immediate—a low, feral growl that vibrated through his chest as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his pent-up need into it.

When he finally pulled away, both of them were left breathless, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Sesshoumaru's gaze locked onto hers, the red tint of his eyes fading just enough to reveal the swirling gold beneath.

A hand slid down her side, his touch both possessive and reverent as it made the journey south. When his fingers reached the apex of her thighs, he paused, his eyes watching her reaction.

Kagome's mouth opened in a silent gasp. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet undeniably aroused by the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. His hand moved lower, fingers brushing against her most sensitive spot, and this time her gasp was audible, her back arching off the bed in response. The contact sent a shockwave of pleasure through her, and she couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her lips.

"Say my name," his voice was dark and commanding. Fingers teased the bundle of nerves just above her entrance mercilessly, bringing her to the edge of climax and holding her there, torturing her with the promise of release. He wanted to hear her, to feel her surrender in every way.

Kagome's eyes fluttered shut, her lips parting as she struggled to find her voice amidst the haze of pleasure. "Sesshoumaru…" she finally whispered, her voice barely more than a breathless moan. The sound of his name on her lips was enough to undo him.

With a satisfied snarl, Sesshoumaru claimed her mouth once more as a finger slid inside her. His thumb continued to work her clit, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Kagome's body tightened, her focus narrowing down to the new sensation as he added a second finger.

A muffled scream was all she could manage as her climax crashed over her, her body convulsing around his fingers as wave after wave of euphoria crashed through her. But Sesshoumaru wasn't finished. Even as her body trembled and shook, he continued to thrust his fingers in and out, coaxing every last drop from her.

Just when Kagome thought she might pass out from the intensity of it all, he released her lips and moved to her neck, his mouth hot and demanding as he licked and sucked at her skin. His fingers never stopped, a third one joining, stretching her further, reaching places she had never known could feel so good.

Her hands tangled in his silver mane were kneading and massaging, her body responding to the rhythm he set. Each thrust of his fingers seemed to drive her closer to the brink once more, her moans becoming more desperate with each passing second.

"Sesshoumaru… please…" she managed to gasp out. She didn't even know what she was asking for anymore—only that she needed him, all of him, to fill the aching void inside her.

His answer was a low purr against her neck, his tongue tracing the line of her collarbone before he nipped at her skin, sending another jolt of pain and pleasure straight to her core. He was relentless, his fingers curling inside her, hitting that perfect spot that had her seeing stars. He could feel her walls tightening around him again, knew she was close, and it only made him more determined to drive her to nirvana and beyond.

When she finally shattered, her body convulsing with another orgasm, Sesshoumaru's growl of approval echoed in the room. He kept her pinned beneath him, holding her through the aftershocks as he savored the feel of her pulsing around his fingers, her moans a sweet symphony in his ears.

The demon slowly withdrew his soaked fingers, watching as her body shuddered. He brought those slick digits to his lips, indulging in the taste of her with his tongue. He knew she was watching, and he made a show of it, licking each finger clean with slow, sensual strokes.

Kagome was captivated. Her eyes were drawn to the erotic display, unable to tear away from the sight of that glorious tongue gliding across his claws. A sudden surge of curiosity took hold of her, and she reached up with a shaky hand and grabbed his wrist.

Sesshoumaru stilled, his golden eyes narrowing in surprise as she guided his hand towards her mouth. The air between them seemed to hum as Kagome's sweet little tongue darted out, giving a tentative lick to his finger.

Her gaze never left his as she took his middle finger into her mouth, sucking gently. The heat of her mouth, the way she swirled her tongue, had him fighting his beast for control once more. A growl of pure lust rolled deep in his chest, his entire body tightening in response to her boldness.

Just when he thought he had seen everything this little priestess had to offer, she did something like this. Something so unexpected, so incredibly arousing, that it nearly unraveled him. The sight of her tasting herself on his fingers, the innocence in her wide eyes as she explored this new experience, was almost too much.

Sitting up fully on his heels, Sesshoumaru allowed her to continue, watching intently as she took her fill. His free hand moved almost on its own, sliding down to grasp his aching cock. He stroked himself slowly, his eyes never leaving her face as she suckled on his fingers, completely lost in the sensation.

"Kagome," he rumbled. "You… are going to ruin me."

With one final, teasing flick of her tongue, Kagome released his finger, her lips curving into a sweet smile. "That's the idea," she purred.

In that moment, Sesshoumaru knew he was lost, completely and utterly captivated by this woman.

He freed his hand from her delicious mouth, trailing it down her beautiful body as his other hand spread her legs wide. The powerful muscles of his thighs cradled her lower half as he lifted her hips, positioning her exactly where he wanted her. Grabbing his throbbing member once more, he angled it downward, the pointed tip pressing tantalizingly against her slick entrance.

The reality of what was about to happen suddenly washed over Kagome like a tidal wave. This was happening—she was about to have sex with Sesshoumaru. Her breathing became rapid and shallow as the weight of the moment bore down on her. What if she got pregnant after doing it just once? Would he…?

"Wait!" she gasped, her small hands pressing against the firm muscles of his lower abs, trying to halt the inevitable. The intense look he gave her made it clear she needed a good reason to stop him now, so she blurted out, "I'm not ready to have kids! What if I get pregnant?!"

Sesshoumaru paused, still holding his cock poised at her entrance, a hint of amusement flickering in his molten gaze. His lips curled into a faint, almost indulgent smirk. "You are not currently fertile," he replied, his voice low and confident, as if the idea of her concern was almost quaint. "I would not let my beast knot you… at least not this time."

Kagome blinked, trying to process his words. "Knot? What does that—" But her question was cut off as the firm press of his tip against her folds demanded all her attention. The heat of him, the sheer size, made her gasp, her mind going blank.

With agonizing slowness, he began to push forward, his cock stretching her inch by inch. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pressure that left Kagome breathless.

"Relax, Kagome," Sesshoumaru whispered, his voice like silk against her ear as he leaned over her, his powerful frame encasing her completely. "Let me in."

Kagome obeyed, her breath coming out in shuddering gasps as she tried to relax around him. Every piece of him was a challenge. Her nails dug into his biceps, seeking some anchor as he was slowly carving into her.

As Sesshoumaru pushed further, the tightness around him was almost unbearable. Kagome was so much smaller than he had anticipated, and even though his earlier efforts to loosen her with his tongue and fingers had helped, nothing could fully prepare either of them for this moment. The thickest part of him was now struggling to fit inside her, and he could feel her nails digging into his arms, her teeth sinking into his shoulder as she tried to manage the discomfort. It felt nearly impossible that all of him would fit.

Sesshoumaru's jaw clenched, every instinct screaming at him to push deeper, to hurry and claim her. But the sight of Kagome's tear-filled eyes, lashes wet with the evidence of her pain, his urge shifted to protect her, to comfort her.

Using his nose, Sesshoumaru gently nudged her face toward his, forcing her to meet his gaze. His beast crooned in the back of his mind, asking him to soothe her. He brushed his lips against hers, trying to distract her from the pain. The kiss was tender, a stark contrast to all their previous ones. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing her to respond, to focus on something other than the pain.

"Kagome…" he whispered against her mouth, his voice low and filled with a tenderness he rarely showed. "Breathe with me."

She whimpered softly, but her breathing began to match his, slow and even. The tension in her body eased just slightly, and Sesshoumaru took the opportunity to move again, this time with more care. He shifted his hips, angling them to lessen the pressure, and slowly, he felt her body begin to accept him. The tightness remained, but there was a subtle change—a softening, a yielding—as her walls stretched to accommodate him.

His lips never left hers, the kiss deepening as he continued his gentle assault. He could taste the salt of her tears, but there was something else there too—desire, the same desperate need that mirrored his own. The pain was still present, but it was fading, being replaced by a growing warmth that spread through both of them.

Kagome's hands slowly slid up to his shoulders, her nails leaving faint trails along his skin. She kissed him back, hesitant at first, then with more fervor as the pleasure began to overtake the discomfort. Her hips instinctively tilted upward, inviting him to move deeper, and Sesshoumaru groaned into her mouth, the sensation of her tight heat felt like nothing he had ever experienced before.

"Good girl," he mumbled between kisses.

The praise gave her a bit more confidence, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer. With a slow forward thrust, Sesshoumaru finally seated himself fully inside her.

They stayed like that for a moment, locked together, their bodies adjusting to this new, intimate connection. Sesshoumaru's forehead rested against hers, their breaths mingling in the space between them as they both tried to steady their racing hearts.

"You are doing so well," Sesshoumaru whispered, his voice a gentle caress. His arm slipped beneath her, cradling her body close, while his other hand tenderly stroked the back of her head, fingers threading through her midnight hair.

Kagome nodded, her tears now mixed with a shy, almost disbelieving smile. The pain remained, a dull ache, but it was gradually being eclipsed. The intimacy of the moment enveloped her, and when Sesshoumaru began to move—slow, shallow thrusts—each one sent a ripple through her, erasing the burn with something infinitely sweeter.

As she uttered her first moan, the sound of his name falling from her lips in breathless ecstasy, Sesshoumaru felt a surge of primal satisfaction. That sound—her pleasure—was his doing, his alone. The possessiveness that gripped him was strong, a fierce determination to ensure that only he would ever bring her to such heights.

With that thought, he pulled out a bit further and then snapped his hips forward with more force, a purposeful move to draw more of those delicious sounds from her. The effect was immediate—Kagome's moan turned into a louder, needier cry.

The demon lord gave his priestess a few more testing thrusts, watching the way her body responded to each one. Every movement he made coaxed his name from her lips. Sesshoumaru shifted his arms, bracing them on either side of Kagome as he leaned down to her neck, the lush skin there too irresistible to ignore. He wanted her marked, wanted undeniable evidence of who she belonged to, every part of her body branded by him.

Sesshoumaru's hips began to move in a steady rhythm, his thrusts restrained as he lowered his head to her collarbone. His sharp fangs nipped at the delicate area, followed by soothing licks and deep, possessive sucks that left dark bruises in their wake. His path continued downward, mouth finding her glorious breasts, worshiping them with his tongue. Every bruise, every bite, was a promise, a vow that she was his and his alone.

But as much as he wanted to continue, he was limited by their connection. He could not move further down her body while still buried within her tight heat. With a reluctant snarl, Sesshoumaru withdrew, earning a surprised and breathless gasp from Kagome. The emptiness she felt was immediate, her body already aching for him to return.

Yet Sesshoumaru had other plans. His lips descended to the supple skin of her belly, where his claws scraped lightly and his fangs dragged over the soft flesh. He cherished the thought of one day planting his seed there, marking this place as sacred, where their future would begin.

Her thighs still quaked and trembled, the aftermath of their passion leaving her soaked and ready. Sesshoumaru couldn't resist licking up the sweet honey that now flowed freely from her, his tongue hungrily gliding over her folds.

"Sesshoumaru, come back," Kagome's voice was a desperate plea, her hands reaching down for him.

His eyes blazed with an almost otherworldly gleam as he looked up from between her thighs. He gave one last teasing nip to the flushed skin of her inner thigh, a feral growl in his chest as he tasted her. Then, the demon lord rose to his knees, hands gripping her bruised hips with almost too much force. He positioned himself, the tip of his length bumping against her entrance.

And then, with a powerful thrust, he surged forward, burying himself to the hilt. Kagome's body stretched around him, her tightness squeezing him like a serpent constricting its prey. A guttural, bark-like sound ripped from his throat as he fought to remain still as her cunt tried to asphyxiate his throbbing cock.

The beast within Sesshoumaru was pawing its way to the surface, straining against the last remnants of its tether. His fangs elongated, pushing past the confines of his lips, while the jagged stripes on his cheeks and body flared with a bright, burning intensity. His eyes flickered and glowed like molten rubies as he struggled to contain the feral instinct to ravish her completely.

Kagome, too, was lost in the chaos. Her body felt like it was on the verge of splitting, strained by the sheer size and force of him inside her. It was too deep, too thick—an almost unbearable fullness that left her gasping for breath each time he nudged her womb. Desperately, she tried to push against his stomach, her small hands shaking as they sought some relief from the relentless pressure.

Sesshoumaru's hands were on hers in an instant, capturing them and pinning them to the bed on either side of her head. His grip was unyielding, a clear command for her to surrender completely. Overgrown bangs fell across his face, casting shadows over his wild expression as he stared down at her, the beast in him fully awakened. All he could see was his Alpha Bitch, helpless beneath him.

Time seemed to freeze as they became a vision of contrast—a vulnerable priestess seemingly at the mercy of a savage demon. Yet, beneath the surface, there was no place they'd rather be.

Sesshoumaru began to move, slowly drawing his hips back, the slow pace a torment in itself. His thick length slid out halfway, then, he sank back in, loving the way her body clung to him.

When Kagome's expression shifted from discomfort to something closer to need, Sesshoumaru's pace quickened. His thrusts became more insistent, his powerful body taking her again and again as he watched her heavy breasts bounce in time with each plunge. The rhythm of his hips grew more forceful, more demanding, and she welcomed it, moaning his name like a prayer.

Confident she wouldn't push him away again, Sesshoumaru released her wrists. One clawed hand gripped her hip, while the other tangled in her hair, his forearm pressing into the bed as he leaned over her. Kagome wrapped her arms around his neck, never breaking eye contact. Her tired legs hooked over his powerful hips, refusing to let him leave her warmth for even a moment.

A storm was building inside her, an aching so tight it almost scared her. She clenched around Sesshoumaru's cock, pulling a choked grunt from him. That single action unleashed his full strength—controlled thrusts became relentless pounding. Kagome's head flew back, exposing her throat as she screamed.

The coil inside her belly was on the verge of snapping. A subtle lift of her hips and the perfect angle of his thrusts had Kagome seeing stars as he found her sweet spot. He noticed her reaction and fixated on it, focusing on that spot until she shattered around him. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body convulsed, torn between fleeing the overwhelming pleasure and surrendering to it.

Sesshoumaru could feel her orgasm gripping him, a vice that pushed him to the edge of his own release. He rutted into her with short, desperate thrusts, barely pulling away from her spasming heat. With a final powerful push, he let out a sound that was part roar, part growl, as he filled her with his seed. His thick cum coated her insides, marking her as his in the most intimate way possible.

The room was filled with the sound of their mingled breaths, both trying to catch up with the aftermath of their intense release. Kagome's dazed eyes wandered over Sesshoumaru's face noting his eyes were gold again, then her eyes found the light sheen of moisture that glistened on his brow. The sight was both unexpected and endearing, a soft giggle bubbling up from her lips.

Sesshoumaru arched an eyebrow at her, his expression one of curiosity. "What amuses you?"

Kagome's giggles turned into gentle laughter, her eyes sparkling as she explained, "The great Sesshoumaru, who fought a giant dragon without breaking a sweat, is now perspiring all over the place after sex with a priestess." Her words were playful, teasing, as she reached up to brush a damp lock of hair behind his ear.

His lips curved into a rare smile, a flash of sharp teeth appearing as he leaned down and playfully nipped at her nose. The affectionate gesture was followed by a teasing buck of his hips, the movement causing Kagome to moan softly in response.

Not ready to part from the warmth of her body, Sesshoumaru pulled her close and rolled them both, settling Kagome atop his large body. The soft rumble of a purr resonated through him, the gentle vibration easing her further into his embrace. She nestled against him, the tension from their coupling slowly ebbing away as his soothing sound surrounded her.

"You didn't mark me as your mate?" Kagome's voice was small, almost hesitant, but the question held a weight that made Sesshoumaru's grip on her tighten slightly. Beneath the surface, he could sense the insecurity she was trying to hide. What she was truly asking was why he hadn't claimed her fully.

"Hm," he murmured thoughtfully, his hand rubbing slow, comforting circles on her overheated back. "A mating cannot be completed until both parties are willing to surrender themselves completely—body and soul."

Her scent began to shift, anxiety and fear creeping in, making him elaborate. "I was unsure if you were ready—if you desired to be one with me."

Kagome went still against him, her mind processing his words. She hadn't expressed a desire to become his mate, and the realization that he hadn't forced that bond on her out of respect for her feelings made her heart swell. The depth of his care, his actions, moved her more than words could say.

When she felt the sting of tears, she buried her face in his chest. Sesshoumaru, scenting the saltiness of her tears, gently took her chin and tilted her face up to his. There was no sadness in her scent, yet she was crying. His confusion was clear in the way his brows furrowed, and Kagome couldn't help but chuckle. "They're happy tears," she explained with a watery smile. His puzzled expression deepened, causing her laughter to grow. "You really are wonderful, you know that?"

His response was a quiet "Hm," as he pressed her face back against his chest, his hand resuming its gentle stroking of her back. "Sleep," he commanded softly, his voice laced with contentment. "You will not be leaving these chambers for some time."

A playful huff escaped her, but it wasn't long before her soft snores filled the room. Sesshoumaru, feeling a rare sense of peace, allowed his eyes to close, following her into a restful sleep for the first time in nearly a decade.