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 5: Power
The castle corridors echoed with the steady click of Kagome's boots against the cold stone, each step a declaration of her dominance. Behind her, Sesshomaru followed, his movement silent, precise, as if he no longer existed outside her command. His silver hair cascaded around his shoulders, gleaming in the dim torchlight, and his posture—straight-backed yet deferential—spoke of absolute obedience.
The leash attached to his collar remained slack in Kagome's grip, a mere formality at this point. There was no need to tug. Sesshomaru knew his place.
Kagome smirked as she glanced down at Sesshomaru, enjoying the sight of him properly on his knees.
"Enough crawling," she commanded, her voice smooth yet unyielding. "Get up."
Sesshomaru obeyed instantly, rising to his feet with the grace of a trained pet. He bowed his head in silent submission, awaiting her next order.
"Give me a tour of this castle," Kagome ordered, yanking lightly on the leash. "I want to see what your kind thought was worth defending."
Sesshomaru hesitated for only a fraction of a second before whispering, "Yes, Master."
He moved ahead, guiding her through the grand halls with quiet obedience. The castle was vast, its architecture a testament to the power his ancestors once held—paintings of the dog demonessess decorated the walls, telling stories of their past conquests and victories. Now, those victories meant nothing. The great Silvermoon had fallen. Its warriors had been crushed beneath panther claws.
Kagome smirked as knocked over one of the portraits. "Hope you wasn't fond of these paintings pet,"
"I am a male and a slave, master only your will matter's." Sesshomaru said with no emotion, eyes on his feet.
"Good answer pet," kagome said with a quick pat to his butt. "Continue with the tour." She purred.
He moved ahead without needing further instruction, leading her through the halls with the quiet grace of a well-trained pet.
As they passed a chamber lined with maps and weapons, Sesshomaru spoke softly. "This is the war room, Master."
Kagome barely spared it a glance. "Your kind never had a chance against us."
They moved on, entering the grand dining hall where his mother and her generals once gathered. The long table stretched before them, its polished surface reflecting the dim candlelight. Sesshomaru stepped forward and bowed slightly.
"You have already dined here, Master. The hall that once belonged to the Queen of the West is now yours."
Kagome chuckled, running her fingers over the carved wood. "Your mother used to sit at the head of this table, didn't she?"
Yes, Master."
She turned the chair around and sank into the grand chair, lounging lazily, her smirk widening. "And where did you sit, pet?"
Sesshomaru moved without hesitation, getting on his hands and knees in front of her. "I ate in my room master."
Kagome reached down, lifting his chin with the toe of her boot. "And where do you eat now?"
Sesshomaru's voice was unwavering, his golden eyes showed only submission "At your feet, Master. Forever."
She exhaled in satisfaction, nudging him just enough for him to press his forehead to the ground.
"That's right, pet."
The war, the conquest, the breaking—it had all been worth it. Sesshomaru was hers, body and soul.
She leaned back, one hand draped over the armrest as she tugged his leash. "Come. There is still much of your home for me to claim."
Sesshomaru rose gracefully, following without question. His place was at her side.
Sesshomaru hesitated before the large double doors adorned with a silver crescent moon—the last remnant of the royal status he no longer held. His slender fingers hovered over the wood, trembling.
"This… this was my room, Master," he whispered, his voice soft, fragile.
Kagome arched a brow, her lips curling into a smirk. "Let's see how a little prince lived before he became a pet."
Without waiting, she pushed the doors open herself, stepping inside like she owned the place—because she did.
The chamber was as opulent as she expected. Silken sheets draped over a luxurious bed, the scent of jasmine still lingering in the air. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with neatly arranged tomes. A polished shamisen rested against an ornate chair, and a shogi board sat mid-game, as if its owner had abandoned it in a hurry. Paintings and delicate calligraphy adorned the walls, signs of a life spent hidden from the world.
Kagome let out a hum of amusement. Inukimi was probably saving her son as bargaining chip a royal male virgin is rare and worth a lot.
She reached for a volume on his desk, running her fingers over the intricate gold lettering before flipping it open. The pages were filled with precise, elegant handwriting.
"Well, well…" She smirked, glancing at the kneeling male. "You can read and write, pet?"
Sesshomaru immediately bowed his head lower. "Yes, Master."
Of course, he could. Males in noble houses were bred for grace, not slavery. While his mother ruled, he had been given fine clothes, expensive tutors, and endless lessons in etiquette.
Kagome's fingers skimmed over a particular book that caught her interest—The Demon Tribes of the Four Lands. When she flipped it open, she found a marked page. The Panther Tribe.
She turned the book toward him, tilting her head. "And what do you know of my people, pet?"
Sesshomaru hesitated, golden eyes darting toward her before quickly lowering again. "The panther demonesses are ruthless in battle… masters of swift warfare. The Black Diamond is the mark of your royal bloodline, which has ruled since the tribe's founding. Your words are 'Blood and Victory.'"
Kagome let out a low chuckle, circling him like a panther stalking its prey. "An educated male. A rare thing." She crouched beside him, brushing her claws against the blue markings on his face. His skin was cool beneath her touch, his body stiff with tension.
"You have a question, I cant see it in your eyes." she mused, watching the way his lips parted slightly in hesitation. "Ask it, pet."
Sesshomaru swallowed, his voice barely above a whisper. "Why, Master? Why did you invade us? What did we do to deserve this?"
Kagome grabbed a fistful of his silver hair, jerking his head back sharply. A strangled gasp left his lips.
"You didn't do anything," she purred, lips grazing his ear. "You were nothing. Your mother, on the other hand…" She tightened her grip, feeling the shudder that ran through him. "She dismissed me as threat. Out of the four queens, she saw me as the least of her concerns. She believed she was untouchable."
Kagome leaned closer, her breath hot against his skin.
"She was wrong."
Releasing him abruptly, she watched him collapse forward, pressing his forehead to the floor in silent submission. Beautiful. Even now, after all she had done, he still obeyed.
A wicked thought entered her mind.
"You're going to teach Rin how to read and write," she declared suddenly.
Sesshomaru blinked, stunned. "M-Master?"
Kagome laughed. "She refuses to listen to her tutors. She's wild, headstrong. But you?" She trailed a single claw down his cheek, watching him shudder. "You're quiet. Soft. A perfect little pet. She'll like you."
She leaned in again, voice a dangerous whisper.
"But a mere slave can't teach my daughter."
Sesshomaru barely had time to process before her next words sent a fresh wave of fear through him.
"Congratulations, pet. I'm making you my concubine."
His entire body stiffened. Kagome smirked as she watched the realization sink in. His lips parted slightly, but no words came. No protests. No resistance. Because he knew there was nothing he could do.
Sesshomaru lowered his head even further. "Thank you master, it will be an honor to serve as your concubine."
Kagome ran her claws through his silver hair, gripping it once more—harder this time. Then, with a sudden jerk, she yanked his head back, her other hand wrapping around his throat.
Sesshomaru whimpered.
Oh, how lovely that sound was.
"If you harm my daughter, if you fail to teach her properly…" Kagome's claws pressed just enough to break skin, tiny beads of blood welling beneath her fingertips. "I will take your pretty little head and mount it on my wall."
Sesshomaru's entire frame trembled. "Y-Yes, Master. I won't fail you."
His fear was intoxicating. She could see it in his golden eyes—raw, innocent, helpless.
Kagome inhaled deeply, running her tongue along the thin trail of blood trickling down his throat. He gasped softly.
"Delicious," she murmured, licking her lips.
She released him with a push, watching as he knelt perfectly still, awaiting her next command.
A thought struck her, and she turned toward the instruments resting against the wall. "Play me a song, pet."
Sesshomaru, still shaking, immediately reached for his shamisen, and his bachi settling over the strings with practiced grace. The soft melody that followed was slow, melancholic—a song once meant for royal courts, now played solely for her amusement.
Kagome sauntered over to his desk, flipping idly through his writings as she poured herself some wine. The room filled with the haunting tune of his instrument, his delicate fingers gliding over the strings with precision.
She glanced over the pages in front of her, her smirk deepening.
"You're more intelligent than I expected." She turned a page, eyes scanning over complex equations and historical notes. "Mathematics. Political history. My, my… such a clever little thing."
Sesshomaru remained silent, his hands never faltering over the strings.
Kagome leaned back in her chair, exhaling contentedly as she let the music wash over her.
His past—his nobility, his dignity—all of it was gone.
Now, he existed for her pleasure.
She swirled her wine lazily, blue eyes gleaming as she watched him play.
The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows over the conquered city. Kagome stretched languidly before rising, tugging Sesshomaru's leash with just enough force to make him stumble forward onto his hands.
"Come. It's time to find Rin."
Sesshomaru immediately scrambled upright, head bowed low as he placed his shamisen carefully aside and fell into step behind her. His leash trailed from her grip, a constant reminder of his place. He walked with quiet obedience, his golden eyes flickering downward to avoid meeting anyone's gaze.
They stepped beyond the castle walls, and the city unfolded before them—a city that belonged to Kagome now.
The streets pulsed with the new order. Panther demonesses moved with effortless confidence, their dominance unchallenged. Their armor gleamed in the fading sunlight, weapons secured at their hips—a privilege no male had ever been granted.
And then there were the males. They scurried like vermin, their silken robes replaced with thin garments that barely covered them. Their necks bore thick collars, some attached to chains held by smirking panther females.
Some males were on their hands and knees, scrubbing the streets under the watchful eyes of their new mistresses. Others struggled beneath heavy loads, Their shoulders trembled under the weight, yet not a single one dared to complain.
Sesshomaru moved among them in silence, his leash hanging loosely in Kagome's grip, yet it may as well have been a set of iron chains.
Kagome's smirk widened.
This city is mine. Every whimper, every bowed head, every trembling male is a testament to my rule.
As they reached the main square, the sound of a child's laughter cut through the air—bright and amused.
"Oh, such pretty dogs you are!"
Kagome tilted her head, following the voice. A smirk curled at her lips as she spotted Rin, her daughter, standing in the center of the square.
The young panther princess was surrounded by two kneeling dog demon boys, barely more than children themselves. Their heads were lowered in submission. Rin's small fingers threaded through their silver hair, petting them as if they were no more than prized pets.
Just a few steps away, their father lay prostrated on the ground, his forehead pressed against the stone. A panther warrior loomed above him, her armored boot pressing firmly against the back of his head. He whimpered softly, begging for mercy, though he knew none would come.
Kagome chuckled, drawing Rin's attention.
The young princess turned, her blue eyes lighting up with excitement. "Mother!"
Kagome crouched slightly, arms open as Rin ran into her embrace. She pulled her daughter close, pressing a kiss to the girl's forehead.
"My little cub," Kagome purred, brushing a few strands of hair from Rin's face. "I see you're already making your mark."
Rin beamed, then turned her sharp gaze toward Sesshomaru. She studied him with open curiosity, tilting her head.
"Can I take him for a walk yet?" she asked eagerly.
Kagome let out a low chuckle, reaching up to stroke Sesshomaru's cheek with the back of her fingers. He flinched, just barely, but did not resist.
"Soon," Kagome promised.
Rin hummed in thought, stepping closer. Sesshomaru remained utterly still, a statue carved of pale flesh and silver hair. Rin reached
out, grasping a handful of his long, silken locks, running her fingers through them with idle fascination.
"He's so pretty," Rin said finally.
Kagome smirked. "Yes, he is." She gave his leash a light tug, just enough to make his breath hitch. "And he's going to teach you how to read and write."
Rin's eyes widened with delight. "Good! Maybe he's useful after all."
Sesshomaru's throat bobbed, but he said nothing.
Kagome lifted his chin with a single clawed finger, forcing him to meet her gaze. His golden eyes were wide, uncertain. He had already been broken, but she could still feel the slightest tremor of fear lingering in his frame.
"Did you hear that, pet?" she murmured. "You have a purpose."
Sesshomaru parted his lips, barely above a whisper. "Yes, Master, thank you."
Satisfied, Kagome turned back to her daughter.
"Come, Rin. Let's see more of the city."
Rin clapped her hands in excitement before skipping ahead, the two kneeling dog boys quickly crawling back their father. Kagome gave Sesshomaru's leash a firm pull, making him stumble forward before he obediently fell into step beside her.
As they walked, Kagome let her gaze sweep over the once city of dogs and now the city of panthers. She smirked.
She let her eye settle over her daughter. Her growing dominance—young, but already learning what it meant to rule. She saw her pet's deepening submission—beautiful, obedient, knowing that his only purpose was to please.
She saw her empire, her conquest, her absolute victory.
And this was only the beginning.