"Will you allow me to knot you?"
Kagome's breath caught at the question. The concept had only recently made sense to her after reading about dog demon mating rituals in the book she'd borrowed. It described the act as a deeply intimate bond—a symbol of trust, dominance, and a primal need to remain connected during moments of intense passion. It was what mates did to seal their union, especially when a male was in rut or his mate was in heat. It wasn't just physical; it was emotional, a pledge of devotion.
She swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. "I-I'm not sure if…" Her voice trailed off as her gaze caught Sesshoumaru's. His normally guarded, steely eyes were laid bare, molten gold swirling with an unspoken plea. It was unlike anything she'd ever seen from him—a powerful demon now silently asking for her trust. Her heart clenched at the sight of his restraint, his desire held back just for her. How could she deny him when he looked at her with such need?
Her fingers slid up to tangle in his silken silver hair, fingertips grazing the delicate skin behind his pointed ears. She could feel the tension in his body, the control he exercised just to wait for her answer. "Okay," she whispered, voice breathy and unsure. "But... you'll have to show me."
Her words barely finished before his lips descended upon hers, capturing them in a kiss that was as tender as it was consuming. It wasn't like the frenzied passion from before; this was slower, deeper, as if he was savoring every second. His tongue coaxed hers into a sensual rhythm, a dance of warmth and longing that left her dizzy. His hands roamed her body with featherlight touches, tracing her sides with reverence, worshiping the softness of her skin, the curves of her form. Each stroke of his fingers made her tremble with anticipation.
When he pulled back, her lips parted and swollen, she felt the sudden absence of his body as he shifted away from her. A pang of confusion tightened in her chest, but before she could voice it, Sesshoumaru's eyes met hers, a rare, enamored smile curling at the corners of his mouth. It was such a small thing, but it sent a thrill through her, making her feel cherished in a way she hadn't expected.
Without a word, he carefully guided her onto her side, her back pressing against the warmth of his firm chest. His body was slick with sweat and the feel of it against her only intensified her awareness of how vulnerable she was in this position. He moved with reverence, lifting her leg to drape over his raised knee, opening her to him in the most intimate way.
Her pulse quickened as she glanced down, catching sight of his cock, thick and still glistening from her own arousal, nestled along her folds. Her blush deepened at the erotic display, but before she could avert her eyes, Sesshoumaru gently turned her face forward, directing her attention to the mirror in front of them. It was then she realized—this wasn't just for her pleasure. He wanted her to watch. To see every moment of their union reflected back to them.
"I will show you," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against the shell of her ear before his tongue teased the sensitive skin there, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
Her body froze as Sesshoumaru aligned himself with her entrance. The position he'd put her in allowed him to slide into her effortlessly, and her breath hitched as she watched, entranced by the sight of his thick length slowly disappearing inside her. She felt everything—the heat of him, the way her body clenched around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion.
A clawed hand hovered above her mound, parting her folds with such care as he began to move deeper inside her while his other hand kneaded her breast. Her attention flicked back to the mirror, where she could see the base of his cock swelling, his knot beginning to form. It pressed against her sex, an insistent reminder of what was coming next. Her body tensed at the unfamiliar pressure, her eyes squeezed shut and fingers digging into his forearm as she fought to steady her breathing.
"Watch," he murmured, his voice a deep, velvet command that sent another wave of heat pooling between her legs.
Kagome's eyes fluttered back open, her reflection captivating her. She was flushed with desire, her body writhing in his hold as Sesshoumaru's thrusts grew more insistent, each movement carrying a possessive edge. His growl rumbled through her, vibrating against her back, making her arch into him instinctively.
Her trembling fingers reached down and found the knot, curiosity overtaking her as she traced its shape. Sesshoumaru reacted instantly, his hips snapping forward in response, burying himself deeper inside her. His hand spread her folds wider, and his finger found her swollen clit, rubbing it with perfect pressure. The sensation was blinding, sending shockwaves of pure bliss through her body.
"Oh God!" she cried out, her hips bucking back against him, desperate to take more, to be filled completely. She was soaked, her body welcoming him as if it had been made for this. His knot pressed insistently, and it only took a few more powerful thrusts before it slipped inside her, locking them together in a bond that felt eternal.
The fullness was overwhelming. Kagome's walls fluttered and contracted around him, struggling to accommodate the stretch. Her body quivered, torn between wanting to push him out and the unbearable pleasure of keeping him there. Sesshoumaru's deep groan echoed in her ears as he rolled his hips, the tip of his cock pressing into the sweet spot deep within her with every nudge.
Her fingers wove into his hair, clinging desperately as her body was swept away in another orgasm, this one building like a symphony rising to its breathtaking peak. Every nerve hummed with intensity, each note vibrating through her core, the rhythm growing louder, more demanding, until it reached a soaring, dizzying crescendo. Then, in an instant, everything went still—a sudden, profound silence that left her lips parted in a soundless cry, her entire being suspended in the quiet, exquisite rapture of release. It was as if she'd been pulled into the eye of the storm, where pleasure and surrender coalesced into something that felt like a sweet, silent oblivion.
The throbbing contractions of her walls pulled Sesshoumaru over the edge, and with a feral snarl, he came. His knot swelled further, tying them together as his seed poured into her. Each pulse of his release sent another ripple of sensation through her.
His hand drifted down to her abdomen, fingers splayed over her dewy skin. He pressed gently, a low rumble escaping him as if savoring how deeply his release had claimed her. Kagome shivered, the warmth of his seed spreading inside her, leaving her with an undeniable sense of belonging—utterly and irrevocably his.
Through half-lidded eyes, she looked at their reflection in the mirror, her body cradled securely in his arms, his long silver hair cascading around them like a blanket of moonlight. It was a vision of intimacy, of love and devotion wrapped in one.
"Such a good girl," Sesshoumaru whispered, his voice husky with satisfaction, his lips grazing the curve of her neck. Each kiss sent aftershocks through her, her body still shaking in his embrace. He nuzzled into her throat, breathing her in, savoring the scent of their mingled desires.
His thumb continued to trace lazy circles above the knot, each tiny movement making her whimper softly. Every shift of his body stirred the bulge within her, sending fresh waves of pleasure coursing through her already sensitive form making her toes curl and head tilt back.
"Sesshoumaru…" she breathed his name like a prayer, turning her face to meet his molten gaze. He leaned down, capturing her lips once more in a languid, tender kiss. His kiss wasn't just passion—it was a promise. A silent declaration of utter devotion that left her breathless.
Kagome melted into the kiss, her sigh blending with his breath as the last traces of tension unraveled, dissolving in the warmth of his embrace. She felt whole, as though every part of her—body, heart, and soul—had been filled by the demon who held her so tenderly. A deep, peaceful contentment washed over her, like the final note of a lullaby drifting into silence.
Her eyelids grew heavy, the world around her fading into a comforting haze as his steady heartbeat echoed in her ear. Each soft stroke of his fingers along her skin lulled her further into a blissful daze until she drifted away, her consciousness slipping into a deep sleep.