The first rays of sunlight crept through the crack in the shoji door, inching their way across the room until they landed directly on Kagome's face, rousing her from sleep. With a scrunched nose and furrowed brow, she turned her head away from the intrusive light, snuggling deeper into what she assumed was her bed. But when her bed shifted beneath her, Kagome lifted her head in sleepy confusion, only to find herself sprawled across a very naked, very awake Sesshoumaru.
Her face flared a deep crimson, and she quickly buried it back into his warm chest, horrified. Sesshoumaru, who had woken hours earlier, content to watch his priestess sleep, couldn't help but find her embarrassment utterly endearing. A low purr rumbled from his chest as he gently ran his claws through her tangled hair.
"I need a bath," she mumbled into his skin, her voice still thick with sleep. As if on cue, her stomach growled loudly, and she added, "And food."
"Hm." That was all Sesshoumaru offered, showing no intention of moving anytime soon.
With an exasperated sigh, Kagome attempted to push herself up, only to freeze as a tugging sensation and a sharp burn made her realize something crucial. Sesshoumaru was still very much inside her. And still rock hard.
"Seriously?" she muttered, glaring down at the smug demon.
He responded with a lazy roll of his hips, causing her to fall back onto him with a gasp. Pushing her messy hair out of her face, she shot him a look of annoyance. "Get that monster out of me so I can go pee."
Sesshoumaru was tempted to stay still, to make her deal with the situation herself, but the sudden clench of her sex around his overly sensitive cock made him hiss through clenched fangs. She was perfect, even when she was angry.
Carefully, he gripped her hips and lifted her until his length slipped free with a quiet, almost obscene pop. His seed dripped down her thighs, pooling on his stomach, and the sight—and sensation—left Kagome mortified.
Before she could fully react, Sesshoumaru had shifted and stood, lifting her effortlessly into his arms. Carrying her bridal style, he moved across the room, his long hair swaying behind him. He toed open the door to his private bath and gently set her down on a low bench surrounded by soaps, rags, and a basin of fresh water.
"Bathe," he commanded gently. "I will have food brought to our room."
And with that, he turned and gilded back out of the room, the swish of his hair giving her a tantalizing glimpse of his well-toned back and firm ass. Her heart skipped a beat when he called it 'their room'.
Finally clean and with her bladder blissfully empty, Kagome had managed to wobble her way into the large indoor spring. The hot water soothed her sore body, easing the lingering aches and pains. She sank into its warmth, letting her eyes drift shut as she began to doze off, the steam lulling her into a peaceful haze.
Just as she was slipping into a light sleep, a pair of large, familiar hands moved her. Sesshoumaru's strong arms effortlessly lifted her, and before she could protest, he wedged himself between her and the edge of the spring, positioning her between his thighs. Now leaning against his broad chest, Kagome felt at ease and melted further into his embrace.
As she relaxed against him, her eyes fluttered open just in time to see a cluster of red grapes being dangled in front of her face. The sight made her mouth water, and she couldn't help but glance up at him, curiosity sparkling in her blue eyes.
Instead of answering her silent question with words, Sesshoumaru plucked a grape from the vine and held it to her lips, waiting patiently for her to open her mouth. When she did, he gently fed her, his fingers brushing against her lips.
Kagome let out a contented sigh, happily allowing Sesshoumaru to feed her like a pampered queen. With each grape, her body relaxed further, and she felt a giddy smile tug at the corners of her lips. When only one grape remained, Sesshoumaru surprised her by bringing it not to her lips, but to his own. He held it between his teeth, a glint of mischief in his golden eyes.
Leaning down, he used a hand to coax her closer, his chest rumbling with a low, teasing growl. Their lips met, and he bit through the plump grape, using his tongue to push half of it into her mouth while he savored the other. The sweet burst of juice mixed with the taste of him, creating an erotic flavor.
Kagome let out a soft giggle as they pulled apart, the juices from the grape lingering on her lips. Sesshoumaru watched her sweet tongue peek out and lick them clean.
As Sesshoumaru's amber eyes drifted down her body, they narrowed at the sight of the fading marks on her neck and breasts. The evidence of his claim on her was disappearing far too quickly. Puzzled, he let a clawed finger trace a path from the curve of her neck to her collarbone. "Do humans typically heal this quickly?" he asked.
Kagome bit her lip, trying to focus on his question despite the tingling sensation his touch ignited. "Um, no, not usually." Her eyes flicked up to meet his, and the hypnotic gaze made her heart race. She knew she couldn't keep this secret any longer. Taking a deep breath, she confessed, "The jewel… When I made my wish, it didn't just vanish. It returned to where it was taken from. Me."
She watched him carefully, her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for his reaction. His expression remained unreadable, and the silence stretched between them. Panic bubbled in her chest, but before she could spiral further, she added, "I haven't aged at all since that day. And wounds tend to heal faster too."
The only response he gave was a thoughtful hum, his eyes fixated on a nearly vanished hickey. His fingers brushed over it, and then he looked back at her with a possessive glint in his eyes. "Then I will have to keep marking you until you become my mate."
With that, Sesshoumaru's strong hands repositioned her so she straddled his lap. Kagome didn't have time to adjust before his mouth was on her neck, teeth and tongue working in tandem to create new bruises. He sucked hard on the sensitive skin, his tongue soothing the sting before biting down again. The sensation had her clinging to him, her hands gripping his shoulders.
"So," she managed to breathe out between moans, "it doesn't bother you that… Ah!—that the jewel is still a part of me?"
Sesshoumaru pulled back slightly, his serious expression softening just enough for her to see the sincerity in. "No. I do not care about that worthless trinket. Your power has always been your own. It may have contributed to your lifespan, but nothing more." He leaned in closer, brushing his nose along her cheek in a tender gesture that made her heart flutter. "You are and will always be Kagome. Not a host or a reincarnation."
Whatever Kagome had imagined he might say, it wasn't that. The warmth in his words, the certainty in his voice—it left her in awe. Her breathing quickened, and before she could stop herself, she cupped his face and slammed her lips against his in a fervent kiss.
Sesshoumaru responded instantly, one hand tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his other arm wrapping around her waist to hold her closer. Kagome felt like she was melting into him, the world fading away until there was nothing but the two of them.
A playful nibble on his bottom lip had Sesshomaru's hands flying to her hips and grinding the rigid cock between them into her.
She pulled away to catch her breath, her wide eyes drifting down between them. The sight of him, still hard and eager, made her blink in surprise. "Does that thing ever go down?" Her innocent question caught Sesshoumaru off guard, and to her amazement, he threw his head back and let out a deep, throaty laugh. The sound was rich and unrestrained, so full of life that it startled Kagome. She'd never heard him laugh like that before.
As his laughter subsided, Sesshoumaru captured her lips again, this time slower, enjoying the taste of her mouth. While their tongues danced in a rhythm only they knew, his clawed fingers slid beneath the water, seeking out the treasure between her thighs.
But when his fingers brushed against her swollen lips and gave a tentative nudge, Kagome couldn't suppress a pained hiss. She instinctively grabbed his wrist, breaking the kiss as she winced. "I think that area needs more time to heal," she murmured with a rueful laugh.
Sesshoumaru, however, was not deterred. A roguish glint appeared in his amber eyes as he gently plucked her from the water, cradling her in his arms before setting her down atop a pile of soft towels. The fabric cushioned her as he arranged her on her hands and knees.
"As Alpha, it is my duty to see to your comfort," he crooned. She watched with wide, curious eyes as he knelt in the spring behind her, his gaze flickering between her flushed face and the bruised, swollen lips of her sex. The salivary glands at the back of his mouth began to produce a healing saliva, a natural remedy only a dog demon from his fathers line can create.
Kagome braced herself, anticipation knotting in her stomach as Sesshoumaru's mouth hovered just above her folds. She expected the first touch to bring a sting, but instead, a soothing warmth spread through her, the tingling sensation from his tongue easing her sore flesh like a gentle balm.
As his tongue traced the outline of her outer lips, Kagome relaxed, her body gradually unwinding from its tense state. When he carefully probed her entrance, his tongue lathering her tender walls with the healing salve of his saliva, she let out a soft sigh of relief.
When his tongue finally pushed inside her, there was a brief flicker of discomfort, but it quickly melted away under the skilled caress of his mouth. Kagome leaned forward, resting her head on her forearms, her body instinctively raising her hips to give him better access. The subtle shift did not go unnoticed by Sesshoumaru.
His eyes reddened, and he nearly groaned at the sight before him as he sat back up. Kagome's round, supple ass was lifted in perfect offering, her soft cheeks tempting him like a succulent fruit. His hands found their way to her hips, claws gently kneading the flesh before spreading her cheeks apart.
The view was mouthwatering. Not only was her glistening, beautiful cunt ready for the taking, but so was the tight, untouched passage just above it. The thought of conquering that forbidden place made his cock throb, eager to explore it.
Unable to resist, Sesshoumaru slipped two fingers past her folds, testing the effects of his saliva. When Kagome's walls clenched around him, a needy whine escaping her lips, he couldn't suppress a satisfied smile. Her body was responding beautifully, craving more of his touch. Gathering her slick with his thumb, he pressed it gently against the puckered entrance of her tight ass, teasing the untouched flesh.
Kagome instinctively pulled away at the unfamiliar sensation, and a low growl rumbled from Sesshoumaru's chest. He knew it would be some time before she could take him there, but the idea of it—claiming every part of her—was a temptation he could barely resist.
Refocusing on her dripping cunt, Sesshoumaru grabbed his length, positioning himself at her entrance. He paused for a moment, memorizing the way she looked, completely at his mercy, offering herself to him without hesitation. "I do enjoy watching that expressive face of yours as I fuck you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. "But this view…"
He trailed off, pushing the tip of his cock through her slick folds, just barely breaching her entrance. "This view," he repeated, his voice dropping to a possessive growl, "I have dreamed of this sight. My Little Priestess, on her hands and knees, begging for my cock."
With that, Sesshoumaru surged forward, burying himself inside her with one powerful thrust. The tight heat of her body clamped around him, drawing a feral snarl from his lips. Kagome's gasp of surprise and pleasure echoed through the room, her hands gripping the towels beneath her as he filled her completely.
For a moment, he didn't move, allowing Kagome's tight sex to adjust. Her grip was nowhere near as constricting as before, pleasing the demon immensely. Sesshoumaru began to withdraw, only to plunge back into her depths with a force that made Kagome tremble.
Kagome's gasps turned into soft moans, her body moving in time with his, meeting each of his thrusts with desperate need. The delicious friction, the way he filled her so perfectly, made her head spin. And Sesshoumaru—ever attentive to her every reaction—adjusted his angle, seeking out the spot that made her toes curl and her voice hitch.
When he found it, Kagome cried out, her back arching as a wave of pleasure crashed over her. Sesshoumaru grinned, his fangs gleaming in the low light as he set a rhythm that had her teetering on the edge of bliss. His hands gripped her hips tighter, his claws digging into her flesh just enough to leave faint marks without breaking the delicate skin.
"Scream for me," voice gravely as he drove into her. "Tell everyone who you belong to."
As Kagome surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her body, her screams echoed into the humid air. Sesshoumaru, lost in his own need, snapped. His thrusts became faster, more erratic, driven by the sound of her desire. Kagome's cries grew louder, her body trembling beneath him as she neared the peak of ecstasy.
But just when she thought she couldn't take any more, Sesshoumaru abruptly shifted, pushing her forward. Her upper body flattened against the slick towels beneath them as the beast left the water, positioning himself between her legs. The sudden movement left her breathless, and a high-pitched yelp escaped her lips as a clawed hand tangled in her damp hair, pulling just hard enough to add a touch of pain to her pleasure.
Sesshoumaru didn't relent. His powerful thrusts continued, slamming into her with a force that left her clinging to the wet cloth for stability. Harsh growls and grunts filled the air around them, drowning out the sound of wet skin slapping together.
Then, just as her body was teetering on the edge, Sesshoumaru's other hand trailed down her quivering stomach. His fingers found her swollen clit, teasing and pulling in a rhythm that had her unraveling in seconds. The pleasure was too much—too intense—and Kagome convulsed beneath him, her orgasm sparking fireworks to erupt behind her eyes.
The tight grip of her walls around him, the way her body clenched and pulsed, was his undoing. Sesshoumaru followed her into euphoric bliss, his roar of triumph echoing through the room as he buried himself deep, his seed spilling into her in powerful spurts. They stayed like that for a while, bodies intertwined, hearts pounding in unison as they came down from the heavens.
When Kagome finally caught her breath and stopped seeing stars, she turned her head to look back at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I think we need another bath," she teased.
The following days blurred together, they would sleep, eat, have sex, and bathe—often with those activities intertwining in delightful ways. Kagome found herself lost in this cycle, content and cocooned in the comfort of Sesshoumaru's arms. But when she expressed a longing to feel the sun on her face and the breeze on her skin, Sesshoumaru made it happen without hesitation.
That's how they ended up on the patio just outside their bedchamber, sprawled out in the soft sunlight. Sesshoumaru had relented to Kagome's request to wear something, allowing her to drape one of his haori over herself as a makeshift cover. He, however, had no qualms about remaining nude, his pale, sculpted body stretched out beside her, basking in the warmth. Kagome couldn't help but smile at the sight.
She sat with his head resting in her lap, her fingers lazily combing through his long silver hair. The silk strands slipped through her hands like silk. As she gazed down at his face, Kagome noticed how peaceful he looked. His eyes were closed, his expression serene, almost unguarded in the moment.
Her fingers danced along the edges of his bangs, now grown down to his chin. The length of his hair, usually so carefully maintained, made her curious. "Why did you let your hair grow out?" she asked softly, as if any louder would break the spell of tranquility around them.
Sesshoumaru's golden eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the brightness of the day. He blinked slowly, almost lazily, as he considered her question. "The barber for my troops remained at the barracks," he replied, his voice a low rumble that resonated through her thighs.
Kagome's fingers continued their gentle exploration, tracing the crescent moon on his forehead. "Did Lord Haruto not have one in his camp?" she asked, curious about the details of his time away.
Sesshoumaru let out a soft, contented purr at her touch. "The bear preferred to have his concubines groom him and his soldiers," he said, his tone edged with disdain. "I did not wish for them to touch me."
"Oh…" Kagome paused for a moment, her hand stilled in his hair as she processed his words. The idea of anyone else tending to him made her heart twist with an unexpected pang. "So, now that you're home, will you have it cut?"
Sesshoumaru opened his eyes again, his gaze thoughtful as he looked up at her. "If that is what you wish, then I will have my hair cut to its previous state," he said, a hint of playfulness creeping into his voice. "Or perhaps I will have it all shaved off. Start fresh."
Her fingers immediately tightened in his hair, tugging sharply, earning a low growl from him. "Don't you dare," she snapped, eyes narrowing. But when she caught the mischievous glint in his eyes, her irritation melted into a laugh. "You're such a brat, you know that?"
Sesshoumaru responded by turning over, pulling away from her lap to press his face against her thighs. He nuzzled closer, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down her spine. Before she could react, his nose was buried in the crevice between her legs, taking in her scent with a deep inhale.
"You will be in heat soon," his muffled voice came from between her thighs, the words vibrating against her flushed skin. His tone was matter-of-fact, but the way he nuzzled even closer betrayed the primal longing beneath the surface. "If you do not wish to conceive, I will have a special tea brought during our next meal."
The idea of pregnancy caught Kagome off guard. She wasn't ready for that step yet, and the thought of becoming a mother so soon made her nervous. But as she considered his words, she noticed something in his voice—a hint of sadness, a quiet longing that he tried to mask with practicality. This tea, she realized, was a demon version of a plan B. But it wasn't what he truly wanted.
"No," Kagome said quietly, her hand finding its way back to his hair, stroking the soft strands in a soothing gesture. "I'm not ready to have a baby. Not yet." She felt the weight of his breath against her lower belly, his exhale heavy with a mixture of relief and disappointment. "Maybe after we're mated… when Shippo and Rin are older and we've had some time to ourselves."
Sesshoumaru stilled at her words, his breath catching in his throat. All he heard was that it wasn't a no. In that moment, the demon lord felt something he rarely allowed himself to feel—hope.