I do not own inuyasha, All characters are fictional. This story contains mature themes, reader should be 18 years or older. This is a female dominant story. If you like the story please leave a review. Set in alternate universe where women are the ruling class and males are seen as less. Very dark themes
Chapter 2: The Queen's Prize
The city of Silvermoon lay in eerie silence beneath the bloodstained sky, the once-proud capital of the dog demons now little more than a conquered trophy. The scent of ash and spilled blood still clung to the wind, carried through streets that had once echoed with the confidence of its ruling class. But there were no warriors left—no fierce female soldiers standing to defend their home. They had abandoned it, abandoned him.
Prince Sesshomaru walked barefoot across the cold stone, his head bowed, silver hair falling in waves around his trembling shoulders. His wrists ached from the weight of the iron chains shackling him, binding him to the one who had claimed everything that once belonged to his family.
Queen Kagome.
Seated atop her black war steed, the Panther Queen looked upon her spoils with a gaze as sharp as a predator's. The leash in her grip led down to the collar around Sesshomaru's throat, an unmistakable symbol of her dominance. His breath was uneven, his body rigid as the echoes of his humiliation played in his mind. The jeers, the laughter, the hands that had ripped away the last shreds of his dignity.
The females of her army surrounded them, armored panther demonesses whose glowing eyes flickered with cruel amusement. And behind them, kneeling in rows, were the broken remnants of the Western Lands—dog demon males, trembling beneath their captors' feet.
The Panther Queen smirked, her fingers tightening around Sesshomaru's leash as she tugged him forward. The once-proud prince stumbled, falling to his knees before the castle steps. Kagome loomed over him, her shadow stretching long under the moonlight.
She let the silence linger, drinking in the sight of him—her prize.
Finally, she spoke, her voice carrying the weight of absolute authority.
"The Western Lands have fallen."
A wave of whimpers and muffled sobs rippled through the dog demon males, their bodies trembling as the finality of her words sank in. Kagome's smirk widened.
"Your warriors, your proud she-dogs, ran like cowards. They abandoned you. Left you to me."
Sesshomaru flinched at the words, his golden eyes flickering up just enough to catch the cold amusement dancing in hers.
A sharp yelp broke through the silence as one of the panther demonesses yanked a male up by his hair. The poor fool tried to suppress his fear, but his body betrayed him, trembling beneath her grip.
"They left you behind to kneel at our feet," Kagome continued, stepping closer to Sesshomaru. She crouched before him, her piercing blue eyes locking onto his. "And what did you do, little prince? Did you fight? Did you raise a blade against me?"
Sesshomaru clenched his jaw. He had done nothing.
He had surrendered.
Kagome reached out, her claws grazing his cheek in a mock caress before gripping his chin roughly.
"You begged."
A hot rush of shame coursed through Sesshomaru's veins. His fingers curled into fists against the cold stone, his breath hitching as her grip tightened.
"You gave yourself to me willingly," Kagome taunted. "And now, you are mine."
The panther demonesses erupted into laughter, their jeers echoing through the ruins of Sesshomaru's home. He wanted to shut them out, to drown in silence, but there was no escape from their cruel amusement.
Kagome stood, yanking his leash with her, forcing him onto his feet. His legs wobbled beneath him, but he remained upright, barely.
"Bring some entertainment," Kagome ordered, leading Sesshomaru up the steps of his former palace.
Behind them, hand picked males were dragged forward, their fearful whimpers growing louder with every step.
Tonight, Silvermoon would bear witness to the true reign of the Panther Queen.
The grand hall, once a symbol of dog demon royalty, had been reduced to a scene of utter debasement. Once-glorious banners bearing the sigil of Sesshomaru's bloodline lay in tatters, torn down and defiled. The throne itself had been draped in black silk, a mockery of its former grandeur.
Dog demon males scurried about, serving food and drink to their new mistresses, their heads kept low, their trembling hands fumbling over goblets and plates. Some bore collars, others cuffs, all marked in some way as property.
Kagome sat lazily upon the throne, legs crossed, watching with amusement as Sesshomaru knelt beside her, still and silent.
Her fingers idly traced the rim of her goblet before she glanced down at her newest possession. "Look at them," she mused. "See how easily they fall in line?"
Sesshomaru didn't answer.
A sharp tug on his leash made him flinch.
"I said, look at them."
Slowly, hesitantly, Sesshomaru raised his golden eyes, taking in the sight of his fellow males reduced to nothing more than servants and playthings. His stomach churned.
His people. His bloodline. His legacy.
All of it… gone.
His mother abandoned him.
Kagome leaned down, her breath hot against his ear. "You belong here, you know. On your knees. At my feet."
Sesshomaru's fingers dug into the floor, his claws scraping against the stone.
Kagome smirked. She could feel his resistance, fragile as it was. It would not last.
A familiar chuckle reached her ears as Sango approached, swirling wine in her goblet. "Still holding onto that pride of his?"
Kagome sighed dramatically. "A little, but don't worry… he'll learn."
She stood and pulled Sesshomaru forward to the center of the room. Pushing him back on his hands and knees.
She stared down at him, her grin wicked.
"Tell them who you are," she ordered.
Sesshomaru's breath hitched. His lips parted, but the words refused to come.
CRACK!
A sharp slap landed across his rear, making him jolt forward onto his hands. His entire body trembled.
"Try again," Kagome purred.
Sesshomaru swallowed hard, his breath shallow.
"…I… I am Prince Sessh—"
Another slap, harder this time.
Sesshomaru gasped, his body jolting.
"Wrong."
A tear slipped down his cheek, noticed by all.
"…I… I am a slave."
"Louder."
Sesshomaru's entire body tensed.
Then, in a broken, desperate voice—
"I AM A SLAVE!"
The room erupted into laughter.
Kagome leaned in, her lips barely brushing his ear. "And who do you belong to?"
Sesshomaru's vision blurred. His heart pounded.
"…I belong… to you, my Queen."
"That's right slave" she whispered, her fingers tracing along the edge of his jaw, sending a shiver down his spine. "You're mine now. Your life belongs to me. And as long as you obey me, I'll take good care of you. Do you understand?"
Sesshomaru's body trembled, his shoulders shaking as he forced himself to respond. His voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with fear and shame. "Y-Yes, Master."
A wicked smile spread across Kagome's face as she leaned closer, her lips brushing against his in a slow, lingering kiss. She tasted the salt of his fear and the tension in his trembling body, savoring the moment. Pulling back, she ran her fingers through his silver hair, tugging it gently to force his gaze upward.
"Good boy," she murmured before rising gracefully to her full height, the leash still wrapped firmly around her wrist. She led him back to the pillow beside her throne, where he knelt once more, his head bowed.
Kagome's smirk widened. She raised her goblet high.
"To victory."
"TO THE PANTHER QUEEN!"
The room erupted into cheers.
Sesshomaru remained on his knees, the weight of his new reality settling over him like chains he would never escape.
And Kagome, victorious and unchallenged, merely smiled.
Tonight, the West was hers.
And so was he.