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 4: A Queen's Reign
The first rays of sunlight bled through the towering windows of the royal chamber, illuminating the opulent silks and furs draped across the grand bed. The Western Palace, once ruled by the mighty dog demonesses, now reeked of conquest. The banners of the former dynasty had been torn down, replaced by the sigil of the Panther Tribe. The air itself felt heavier, thick with the scent of victory and the quiet, lingering despair of the fallen.
At the center of it all, draped lazily in sheets of crimson silk, lay Kagome, the Queen of the Panther Demons, her body languid from a night of indulgence. She stretched with a slow, feline grace, a smirk playing at her lips as her gaze drifted down the length of the bed.
At her feet, curled into himself like a discarded thing, lay Sesshomaru. The once prince of the West, the son of a Queen who had fled and abandoned him, was now nothing more than her pet—her possession. His bare body was half-covered by a thin silk sheet, his alabaster skin marred with the lingering traces of her claws, her teeth. Proof of his submission.
Kagome's smirk widened. He was adapting well.
With effortless silence, she rose from the bed and padded toward him, the predatory gleam in her eyes sharpening. She didn't hesitate. With a sharp crack, her palm met his rear, the sound shattering the silence of the chamber.
Sesshomaru jolted awake, a muffled whimper escaping his lips before he scrambled into a kneeling position. His head bowed low, his silver hair cascading around his trembling frame, hiding the shame written across his features.
Kagome let out a slow, indulgent chuckle. Perfect.
"Good morning, my pet," she purred, stretching like a satisfied huntress. "Did you sleep well?"
Sesshomaru's voice was barely above a whisper, the hesitation in it a delicious sound to her ears.
"Y-Yes, Master. Thank you."
His cheeks burned with humiliation, and Kagome savored the sight. The mighty prince, the heir to the Western Lands, reduced to nothing more than a pet at her feet. A trembling, obedient pet.
She turned away from him, reaching lazily for a goblet of wine left on a nearby table. She took a slow sip, then strode toward the grand balcony. Outside, her city awaited.
And what a sight it was.
The streets of Silvermoon, once teeming with arrogant, self-important dog demons, were now ruled by the panther demon tribe. Her demonesses stalked through the roads like goddesses of war, their power evident in every step. And the males?
The males were nothing more than broken pets.
Dog demon males, once so full of undeserved freedom from their female counterparts, now knelt in chains, their spirits shattered beyond repair. Some were dragged into darkened alleyways, their weak protests swiftly silenced by the laughter of their new mistresses. Others groveled openly in the streets, heads bowed, trembling as they waited for commands.
And then there were those being displayed.
Kagome's sharp eyes flicked toward the city square, where a particularly exquisite male had been pinned to the stoned floor, his whimpers echoing across the plaza. A crowd had gathered, watching as a panther demoness claim him, her claws tracing down his shuddering form.
There was no honor here. No protection left for them.
This was the natural order.
Behind her, Sesshomaru remained motionless, his breathing uneven.
Kagome didn't need to turn around to know the truth.
He had seen.
And it had broken him even more.
She tilted her head slightly, her voice like silk-laced iron. "Come, pet."
Sesshomaru obeyed without hesitation, crawling toward her on hands and knees. His breath was unsteady, his movements hesitant, but he did not resist. He knew better.
He stopped at her feet, lowering his head to the cold marble floor.
Kagome's lips curled. Good.
"Look at me."
His body tensed, but he obeyed, lifting his gaze to meet hers.
Fear flickered in those golden eyes.
Delicious.
Kagome's grin widened. "How was your first time, pet? Did you enjoy yourself?"
Sesshomaru's face burned. His lips trembled before he forced the words out.
"Y-Yes, Master. I did."
His hands clenched into fists against the floor. He swallowed thickly before whispering, "Thank you."
Kagome chuckled, reaching down to tangle her fingers in his silky silver locks. She yanked his head back slightly, forcing a sharp gasp from his lips.
"Such a polite little pet," she mused. "You're learning well."
Sesshomaru's stomach twisted. His heart pounded violently against his ribs.
Kagome's voice dripped with amusement. "Something wrong, pet?"
Master… you promised to spare my people."
Kagome laughed. Cold. Cruel. Merciless.
"I did spare them," she purred, gripping his chin and forcing him to look at her. "They're alive, aren't they?"
Sesshomaru shuddered.
Kagome could see it. The war behind his eyes. The desperate fight against what had already been decided.
He had already lost.
She owned him.
She crushed her lips against his, capturing him in a searing, possessive kiss. Sesshomaru gasped, and she took full advantage, invading him, consuming him. She bit down, hard, until she tasted blood, and he whimpered.
She licked her lips. Perfect.
"Let's get you something to eat," she murmured, smirking as he flinched.
Sesshomaru obeyed, trembling as he reached for his loincloth. He hesitated—only for a moment—before retrieving the collar and leash from the bedside table. His hands shook as he presented them to her.
Kagome arched a brow. "Well, well. You're learning quickly."
She motioned for him to kneel, With deliberate slowness, she fastened the collar around his throat. Then, she let the leash fall.
Sesshomaru stiffened.
Kagome tilted her head. "Oops."
He swallowed thickly, his entire body screaming in humiliation as he bent forward, taking the leash in his mouth and lifting it toward her like a properly trained pet.
Kagome's grin widened.
She took the leash and patted his head condescendingly. "Good boy."
With a gentle tug, she led him toward the dining hall.
The grand chamber was alive with indulgence and conquest. The air was thick with the scent of roasted meats and spiced wine, mingling with the subdued whimpers of the defeated. Laughter echoed against the high walls as Sango and Toran feasted at the lavish table, their goblets full, their expressions smug with victory.
Beside them, their own conquered males knelt trembling, stripped of all dignity. Once son's of noble lady's, they now hunched over wooden bowls on the cold marble floor, eating without their hands like obedient beasts. The scars of their submission—bruises, claw marks, the dull haze of broken spirits—were proof of their rightful place beneath their mistresses.
The heavy doors swung open, and all eyes turned to Kagome.
She strode into the chamber like a goddess of war, exuding effortless dominance, her every step measured, her very presence suffocating. The black silks of her robe draped around her like a queen's mantle, but it was her prize that truly drew their attention.
Sesshomaru followed at her heels, his silver hair cascading over his bare shoulders, his collar gleaming in the candlelight. The leash dangled from Kagome's fingers as she pulled him forward.
He did not resist.
The sight of him—so effortlessly broken, so perfectly tamed—sent a ripple of amusement through the chamber.
Sango smirked, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she leaned forward. "Well, well. Look who's settling in nicely."
Toran's icy blue eyes gleamed as she ran her gaze over Sesshomaru's kneeling form. "And it seems you've trained him well already."
Kagome chuckled as she reached her seat at the head of the table, tugging the leash lightly. Sesshomaru lowered himself instantly, kneeling at her feet without needing to be told.
Her smirk widened. Good boy.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she placed a plate of food on the floor before him. He hesitated. His hands twitched, as if instinct still begged him to reach, but a sharp glance from Kagome quelled that foolish thought.
He lowered his head and ate without his hands.
A satisfied hum left Kagome's lips as she traced her fingers down his bare spine, reveling in the way he shuddered at her touch. She leaned back, swirling her wine lazily before taking a sip.
"He's learning." Her voice was smooth, filled with dark amusement. "And he pleases me well."
Toran let out a low chuckle. "Quick learner, indeed. But tell me, how was he?"
Sango leaned in, her grin wicked. "Yes, do tell. Was he as delicate as he looks?"
Kagome smirked over the rim of her goblet. "He did well for a virgin. Eager, obedient, desperate to please." She ran her claws through Sesshomaru's silver locks, tugging him just enough to make him gasp. "I've no complaints."
Sango laughed, raising her goblet in a mock toast. "To breaking princes and conquering kingdoms."
Kagome clinked her goblet against theirs, savoring the moment.
Then, her tone shifted, all amusement gone. "Enough talk of last night. We have work to do."
The room fell silent.
Kagome's voice was a blade, sharp and commanding. "By sundown, I want every corner of this city secured. By the end of the week, I want the Western Lands fully under my control."
Toran nodded, setting her goblet down. "We'll send patrols to the borders and ensure our rule is established. Our fastest messengers will deliver the news to neighboring kingdoms."
Kagome tapped her goblet thoughtfully. "Make sure the message is clear: Inukimi is no longer queen. I, Queen Kagome, now rule the Western Lands."
Sango smirked. "And what about him, im sure the other queens will want to know if he is for sale." She nodded toward Sesshomaru, who had finished his meal and now sat silently at Kagome's feet.
"oh im sure they will. Look at him, males with his looks are rare," Toran remarked.
Kagome tugged on his leash, forcing his head up. His golden eyes met hers, wide and uncertain.
She arched a brow. "Tell me, pet. Will any of the queens come looking for you?"
Sesshomaru's hands clenched into fists against his thighs. His breath was shallow as he whispered, "No, Master."
His voice trembled. "My mother… kept me hidden. No one outside of these lands has ever seen my face."
Silence followed.
Then—Kagome laughed.
A rich, triumphant sound.
She ran a claw down his cheek, tilting his chin. "Well, that explains the mask." She smirked."Had I known about the pretty prince, I would have attacked these lands sooner."
Toran chuckled. "A rare male, indeed. I doubt any of the other queens have seen anything like him."
"Speaking of Inukimi…" Kagome's expression darkened. "Any news of that coward?"
Sango's grin turned predatory. "Scouts report she fled south with what's left of her army."
Kagome scoffed. "Pathetic."
"No doubt she'll try to rebuild," Toran mused, swirling her drink. "Rest, gather what forces remain. Maybe even seek an alliance."
Kagome growled, the sound low and lethal. "Let her try."
The air in the room shifted, thickening with raw dominance.
"I will drag her from whatever hole she hides in. I will beat her into the ground. And with her blood still on my claws…"
She grabbed Sesshomaru's hair, yanking him back.
His gasp was sharp, barely restrained.
"…She will watch as I take her son."
Sesshomaru shuddered.
Kagome's lips crashed against his, consuming him in a deep, possessive kiss. His breath hitched, but he did not resist. He knew better.
She owned him.
She lingered, savoring the taste of his submission, before pulling back, her thumb tracing his jaw.
Her voice was a whisper of steel.
"You're mine now, pet."
Her fingers tightened in his hair.
"The West is mine."
Her grip tugged.
"And no one will take what is mine."
Sesshomaru's heart pounded.
He lowered his gaze.
"…Yes, Master."
Kagome smirked.
Good boy.
A distant horn sounded, its low, powerful note reverberating through the city. Kagome's ears perked up, and a smile spread across her face.
Sango raised an eyebrow. "The pantera horn?"
Toran smirked. "Our people have come quicker than I thought."
Kagome stood, her movements fluid and graceful. She grabbed Sesshomaru's leash, giving it a firm tug to signal him to follow. "Come," she commanded. "Let's greet our people."
Sango and Toran exchanged knowing glances and followed their queen, their pets trailing behind them. As they stepped out of the castle overlooking the city square, the streets below were alive with the sound of marching panther demonesses. Hundreds more had arrived, their armor gleaming under the midday sun. Among them were male panthers, their toned bodies clad only in loincloths, heads bowed as they carried supplies or trailed behind their female counterparts.
Kagome's gaze swept over the scene, her chest swelling with pride. Her people will now have a city to live in, and her grip on the Western Lands was tightening with every moment. But her eyes searched for something—or someone—specific.
Then, through the city gates, a wagon rolled in, heavily guarded by elite panther warriors. Kagome's smile widened as she spotted a small figure leaping from the wagon. The young panther demoness dashed toward her, her voice cutting through the noise of the city.
"Mother!"
Kagome's expression softened as she opened her arms. The little girl threw herself into Kagome's embrace, and Kagome lifted her effortlessly. "Rin, my daughter," she said, her voice warm. "How was the trip?"
Rin pouted, her small fangs peeking out as she huffed. "It was boring! The guards wouldn't let me do anything fun."
Kagome chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from Rin's face. "That's because they were keeping you safe. But tell me, what do you think of our new home?" She gestured grandly toward the city below.
Rin's eyes sparkled as she took it all in. "It's so big! Did you really conquer all of this?"
Kagome's laughter was rich and full. "You tell me, little one. This city is ours, and one day, it will be yours to rule."
Rin's chest puffed out proudly, but her attention soon shifted to the figure kneeling at Kagome's feet. Her brow furrowed as she tilted her head. "Mother, who's that?"
Kagome smirked, her grip on Sesshomaru's leash tightening as she gave it a sharp tug. "This, my darling, is Sesshomaru. He was the prince of the dog demons. Now, he is my pet."
Rin's eyes widened in surprise and curiosity as she leaned forward, examining the trembling male. "He's so pretty!" she exclaimed, reaching out to pat his head. Sesshomaru flinched but didn't dare pull away, his golden eyes fixed on the ground.
"Pet," Kagome commanded, her voice firm but calm, "introduce yourself to my daughter, Princess Rin."
Sesshomaru crawled forward on all fours, his cheeks burning with humiliation. His voice was soft and trembling as he spoke. "It is an honor to meet you, Princess Rin."
Rin giggled, clapping her hands. "He's polite, too! I like him."
Kagome grinned, running her fingers through Sesshomaru's hair. "He's learning quickly. And you're right, he is pretty, isn't he?"
Rin nodded enthusiastically. "At least you have a nice pet, Mother."
Toran leaned closer to Sango, her voice low and amused. "She's already taking after Kagome. Imagine the queen Rin will become."
Sango smirked. "The other demons tribes won't know what hit them."
Kagome looked at her generals, her pride evident. "Rin is my legacy. One day, she'll be even greater than me."
Rin beamed at the praise, but her attention was quickly drawn back to Sesshomaru. "Can I take him for a walk later?" she asked innocently.
Kagome laughed, pulling Sesshomaru's leash to bring him back to her side. "Perhaps. But for now, he's still learning. Isn't that right, pet?"
Sesshomaru nodded quickly. "Yes, Master."
Kagome kissed Rin's forehead, setting her down. "Go and explore, my little queen. The city is yours to see."
As Rin ran off with a guard trailing behind her, Kagome turned to her generals, her eyes gleaming with determination. "Let get started, our work is far from done."
Sango and Toran nodded their heads in unison. "To the Panther Queen!" they declared.
Kagome's gaze fell back to Sesshomaru, who knelt silently at her feet. Her smile turned wicked. "And to the spoils of war."