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
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Chapter 6: The Queens decision.
Two months have passed. The sun hung high in the sky, casting its golden glow over the lush gardens of the Western Lands' former dog demon castle—now the domain of Queen Kagome, ruler of the Panther Demon Tribe. The once-proud halls of the Western Palace, once filled with arrogant dog demon nobles, had been stripped of their former glory. Now, only whispers of their existence remained, replaced by the panther queen's rule and the iron-clad dominance of her warriors.
In the center of the garden, Sesshomaru knelt, his posture perfectly straight, his silken black-and-white robes pooling around him. The diamond insignia of the Panther Queen adorned his chest, a clear declaration of his status—her concubine, her pet, her property. His silver hair was tied into a high ponytail, the delicate strands shimmering in the sunlight. A fine black silk mask covered the lower half of his face, ensuring his beauty remained hidden from prying eyes.
At this moment, however, his attention was on the small figure before him.
"Like this?" Princess Rin asked, holding up a parchment with a crude but determined attempt at a kanji character.
Sesshomaru's golden eyes softened as he observed her work. "That's much better, Princess," he murmured, his voice even and gentle. "You are learning quickly."
Rin's face lit up with pure joy. "Really? You think so?"
"I do," Sesshomaru affirmed. "Your strokes are becoming steadier. With practice, you will master them all."
Rin grinned and eagerly returned to her work, her small fingers clutching the oversized quill as she copied the next letter with unwavering determination. Sesshomaru watched her, a quiet warmth blooming in his chest. Teaching Rin had become one of the few comforts in his life, a rare solace amidst the unyielding grasp of his mistress.
Though his days were dictated by Kagome's whims—by the torment, the humiliation, the constant reminders of his place beneath her—he did not resent her. Fear had long ruled his heart, but it had given way to something deeper, something unshakable. She had broken him, shaped him, made him realize his purpose. In his suffering, she had granted him clarity.
She was his Queen, his goddess, his everything.
His devotion to her was absolute.
Even now, as he knelt in the garden, guiding Rin's small hands across the parchment, he did so with the understanding that it was by Kagome's will that he was allowed even this shred of peace. Everything he had, everything he was, belonged to her.
And he would not have it any other way.
Unbeknownst to him, Kagome stood on the war room balcony above, her sharp gaze fixed on the scene below. The Queen of the Panther Demons leaned casually against the railing, exuding effortless dominance, the dark silk of her robes rippling slightly in the afternoon breeze. Behind her, Sango and Toran sat at the war table, correspondence and reports spread before them, though their attention had shifted to their queen's amusement.
Sesshomaru knelt in the grass, his every movement fluid, careful, his voice hushed as he guided Rin's small hands in writing. The delicate black silk mask over his lower face only emphasized his submissive presence, a stark contrast to the regal figure he once was.
Kagome smirked. "He's surprisingly good with her." There was no need to hide the amusement in her voice. "You'd think a former prince would resist such a role, but he seems… content."
Toran swirled her wine in its goblet, arching a brow. "Perhaps it's because she's the only one who doesn't look at him with pity or dominance."
"Children don't understand power struggles," Sango mused. "To Rin, he's not a broken prince or a conquered male. He's just her tutor."
"Or maybe dog males are just naturally more submissive," Toran added with a smirk. "I've noticed they're far more nurturing than our submissive males. Panther males would never sit still and coddle a cub like that."
Kagome hummed in agreement but didn't look away. She was studying Sesshomaru, analyzing the subtle tells of his body language—the way his head dipped ever so slightly, the way he leaned just enough to be within Rin's space but never too close, always aware of his place. He had long since learned that hesitation, defiance, or any misplaced pride had no place in her court.
She had made sure of that.
It was almost poetic, really. The heir to the West, the son of the mighty and proud Inukimi, now knelt at her feet—teaching her daughter, wearing her colors, existing by her will alone.
Kagome finally turned her attention away from the scene below. "How go the city repairs?"
Sango straightened. "Completed. The streets are cleaned, trade has resumed, and the merchants are already reporting profit."
"Good." Kagome folded her arms. "And the correspondence?"
Toran sifted through the parchment before her. "Letters from the ruling queens—congratulations for your victory, recognition of your claim to the Western Lands. But…"
Kagome's gaze sharpened. "But what?"
Sango exhaled. "Reports are coming in that outsiders, claiming to be merchants, have been asking questions about Sesshomaru."
Toran added, "Inukimi may be in hiding, but others see her son as a golden ticket to the throne. If they can claim him, they'll have a legitimate link to the West's former rule."
At this, Kagome's smirk deepened, her amusement darkening into something far more dangerous. "That sounds like fun." Her voice dripped with amusement, but her golden eyes gleamed with menace. "It's been a while since I've torn someone to shreds."
Sango, however, remained serious. "My queen, this is no laughing matter. The upcoming summit is being held here in a month. Three queens and countless noble ladies will be attending."
"And I dare say more than a few of them will want to take Sesshomaru for themselves," Toran murmured, her gaze calculating. "They might not be foolish enough to try outright, but they'll scheme."
Kagome tilted her head slightly. "You're suggesting I eliminate the problem before it begins?"
Toran met her gaze, unflinching. "I advise either executing Sesshomaru to remove the temptation altogether or marking him as a mate to solidify your claim on the West. If he bears your mark, no one can challenge your ownership without challenging you directly."
Silence stretched between them.
Kagome's expression was unreadable, her mind weighing the options. Killing Sesshomaru would be the simplest path, no doubt. She had already executed her last mate—Rin's father—without hesitation. Another dead male meant nothing to her.
But did she want another mate?
Her gaze flickered back to Sesshomaru below. He was so unlike the weak-willed panther males she had taken before. He had been proud before she had broken him, And yet, even now, there was something captivating about his submission, the way he had surrendered but not shattered entirely.
Perhaps there was still more she could carve from him.
"I will think on it," Kagome finally said, her voice cool. "For now, let's focus on the summit."
Sango nodded, shifting back to business. "The soldiers are prepared, the city is secured, and the Western Lands are firmly under control. We should have no trouble."
"Good." Kagome's lips curled. "And the dog males? How have they settled into their new lives?"
Toran let out a low, mocking laugh. "Broken and refined. The majority have already been claimed as mates by our warriors."
Sango chuckled. "They've all but forgotten their former females. They serve their new mistresses with absolute loyalty."
Kagome's smirk widened, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Excellent. Then give orders to the officers—ease the boot on their necks slightly. Let them smile a little."
Sango raised a brow. "Oh?"
Kagome's smirk deepened. "A happy city looks much more appealing to visitors."
Sango and Toran both laughed.
Before Kagome could rise from her seat, Toran tapped another parchment. "Before I forget, Lady Kasumi, the leader of the rabbit demon tribes on your lands, will be arriving tomorrow to discuss
trade. She wishes to formally greet the new Queen of the West."
Kagome leaned back slightly. "How many farming villages does she control on my lands?"
"Four," Sango replied. "She supplies a significant portion of the West's food. Also want to inform that Inukimi taxed her heavily."
Kagome's smirk turned predatory. "Then she will be easy to buy."
She finally stood, stretching with the confidence of a predator at rest. "If there's nothing else, today's meeting is concluded."
Sango and Toran rose as well, bowing in salute before departing.
Kagome lingered a moment longer, looking once more at the garden below. Sesshomaru, oblivious to their discussion, continued his lesson with Rin, his voice quiet and gentle.
She would decide his fate soon enough.
And whether he lived or died—he would remain hers, in every way that mattered.
Kagome descended into the gardens, the scent of fresh earth and blooming flowers thick in the air. She moved with effortless grace, her dark silk robes trailing behind her like the mantle of an empress surveying her kingdom. The moment she stepped into view, Sesshomaru noticed her.
His reaction was immediate.
He lowered himself to the ground in flawless submission, forehead pressing to the earth at her feet. "Master," he murmured, his voice muffled by the delicate silk mask he wore.
Rin, oblivious to the tension, beamed and ran to her mother, holding up a parchment with both hands. "Mother! Look!" she chirped. "Sesshomaru says I'm doing so good! He's really nice and smart, too!"
Kagome took the parchment, her golden eyes scanning the crude but steadily improving letters. A slow smirk pulled at her lips. "Good, Rin. You're learning quickly." She ran her claws briefly over the girl's dark hair before straightening. "Now run inside. We'll eat lunch soon."
"Okay, Mother!" Rin chirped, skipping away toward the palace.
The second the child was gone, Kagome turned her attention fully to Sesshomaru. He remained kneeling, motionless, his head still lowered to the grass as though awaiting further command.
"Lift your head, pet," she commanded, her tone softer but no less authoritative.
He obeyed without hesitation, lifting his face toward her. His golden eyes, once filled with so much fear met hers for only the briefest moment before he dipped his head lower, nuzzling against her leg in silent reverence. The movement sent a thrill through Kagome. Even now, after all the beatings and humiliation she had forced on him, after all the fear she had instilled in his gentle heart—he was still breathtaking.
Still utterly hers.
"Good boy," she purred, threading her fingers through his silken silver hair, enjoying the way he shivered under her touch. "Tell me, are you hungry?"
"Yes, Master," Sesshomaru responded, his voice steady but filled with quiet devotion.
Kagome's smirk deepened. She tugged on the leash at his throat, her grip firm but not cruel. "Come," she commanded, turning toward the palace.
He rose smoothly to his feet, never once lifting his eyes higher than her waist, and followed obediently as she led him inside.
The dining hall was already prepared when they arrived. Rin had taken her seat to Kagome's right, swinging her feet under the grand chair, her eyes bright with excitement.
Sesshomaru, however, instinctively knelt at Kagome's left without being told, his back straight, his hands resting delicately on his thighs, head slightly bowed. He had been trained well.
Kagome settled into her chair, her sharp nails idly running through his hair as they waited for their meal. She felt the way his breath hitched ever so slightly at her touch, how his body remained still even as he unconsciously leaned into the attention.
The males of the palace soon arrived with trays of food, their heads lowered as they served their queen and her daughter. Platters of richly seasoned meats, fruits, and delicate rice dishes were placed before Kagome and Rin, their portions grand and luxurious.
Sesshomaru's meal was placed before him in a simple, polished bowl. He did not move, did not even glance at it, waiting patiently for her word.
Kagome chuckled, pleased by his obedience. "Eat, pet."
Sesshomaru exhaled softly, nuzzling against her foot in gratitude before reaching up and undoing the ties of his mask. The silk slipped away, revealing the delicate markings of his face. Without hesitation, he leaned forward, eating directly from the bowl as was expected of him.
Kagome's claws trailed lower, down the curve of his spine to his lower back, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles. She smirked as she felt the way his body instinctively arched beneath her touch, his submission so deeply ingrained that his reactions were no longer conscious.
So eager to please.
Rin, oblivious to the silent exchange, chattered happily as she ate. "Sesshomaru taught me how to spell my name today! And I met some of the panther guards near the training grounds! They let me pet their war horses!"
Kagome listened with half an ear, her focus split between her daughter's excited words and the pet kneeling at her side.
After lunch.
Lunch had been exquisite, though Rin's excited chatter filled the hall like a bird's song, light and carefree. Kagome had savored every bite, but her true indulgence had been the trembling submission of the male beside her. Sesshomaru sat perfectly still, barely breathing as her claws toyed with the sensitive flesh of his lower back, her touch subtle but unmistakable in its intent. His body betrayed him in the most delicious ways—small shudders, the way his golden eyes flickered downward, his lips parting ever so slightly whenever she pressed just a little harder. He was hers, through and through, and nothing thrilled her more.
When Rin finally finished eating, she jumped to her feet, her energy boundless. Kagome turned to her with a smirk, brushing a stray lock of hair from the girl's face.
"Your studies are done for the day," she declared. "Go play, but stay close to the guards."
"Yes, Mother!" Rin chirped before dashing off, her laughter fading into the corridors, leaving only silence in her wake.
Kagome leaned back in her chair, exhaling slowly as she traced the rim of her goblet with one claw. Her eyes slid to Sesshomaru, who remained kneeling beside her, quiet and obedient, his hands resting atop his thighs in perfect submission. She studied him for a long moment before lifting a hand and tapping her thigh.
"Come, pet."
Sesshomaru hesitated for only a heartbeat before obeying, shifting his position before resting his head in her lap. Kagome slid her fingers through his silver locks, twirling strands between her claws as she admired him. She set aside his mask, letting her gaze roam over his face. Slowly, she traced the crescent moon adorning his forehead, imagining instead a black diamond—a mark of true ownership, one that would replace the insignia of the mother who had discarded him like a broken trinket.
"Master…" His voice was barely above a whisper, hesitant.
Kagome's lips curved into a smile. "Speak, pet."
"May I ask a question?"
Her fingers paused before resuming their slow caress. "You may."
Sesshomaru swallowed before forcing the words out. "Where is Rin's father?"
Kagome went still.
Then, a low, dark chuckle rumbled from her chest. Sesshomaru tensed at the sound, his breath catching as she dragged a single claw down his cheek with excruciating slowness.
"And why does my pet wish to know?" Her voice was velvety smooth, but there was something dangerous lurking beneath it. "Are you afraid?"
"N-no, Master," Sesshomaru said quickly, his cheeks tinged pink as he lowered his gaze. "I only… I don't know."
Kagome exhaled softly, almost in amusement. "Curiosity is a dangerous thing, pet." She lifted his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers. "Rin's father was a fool who did not know his place. He thought himself clever, thought he could spread his legs to any female that took interest in him." Her lips curled, her fingers tracing along Sesshomaru's jawline. "So I removed him. Permanently."
Sesshomaru swallowed hard, his throat bobbing under her touch, but he wisely remained silent.
Kagome's smirk softened into something more indulgent as she cupped his cheek. "You always surprise me, pet," she murmured, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "You're such a quiet little thing, yet beneath it, there's a storm of thoughts, isn't there?"
Before he could respond, she leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing, possessive kiss. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, claiming him as thoroughly as she had claimed
his city, his home, his very existence. He whimpered softly, his fingers gripping the edge of her seat, but he did not resist—he never did. He had learned better.
The sound he made as she deepened the kiss, the way his body melted under her, only fueled her hunger. She devoured him, her fangs grazing his lower lip before she finally pulled away, leaving him breathless and trembling.
"Good boy," she purred, her thumb brushing over his swollen lips.
Sesshomaru's lashes fluttered, his golden eyes hazy. "Th-thank you, Master," he whispered, his voice unsteady.
Kagome chuckled darkly, her fingers trailing down the delicate column of Sesshomaru's throat, feeling the frantic thrum of his pulse beneath her claw. His breath hitched, but he remained perfectly still, as if any movement might displease her.
"So well-behaved," she purred, her grin sharp and wicked. She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a husky whisper against his ear. "Now, let me ask you something, pet."
"Yes, Master," Sesshomaru replied softly, his voice no louder than a breath, tinged with both reverence and fear.
Her eyes narrowed, studying him like a predator watching wounded prey. "Why are you so kind to Rin?"
Sesshomaru blinked, his golden eyes briefly meeting hers before darting away, confusion flickering across his flawless features. His throat worked as he swallowed, searching for the right words, desperate not to displease.
"She is… just a child, Master," he murmured, his voice fragile, like porcelain threatening to crack. "an innocent child should be protected. I want to help in any way I can."
Kagome's grin widened, predatory satisfaction gleaming in her eyes. "Is that so?" she whispered, her claw pressing just enough to make him tense. "Such tenderness… in my pet."
Sesshomaru's breath trembled, but he didn't flinch. "It is different from what I feel for you, Master," he whispered quickly, as if terrified his answer wasn't enough. "With you… I feel something deeper. I live to serve you. Rin is fragile. You are… everything."
Kagome's gaze darkened, her grin curling into something feral. She gripped his chin, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Good answer, pet," she growled, her thumb brushing possessively over his trembling lips. "Never forget the difference."
Without releasing him, her fingers slid from his chin to thread through his silken hair, tugging just enough to keep his head tilted back, exposing the vulnerable curve of his throat. She hummed softly, a dark, satisfied note vibrating in the tense silence between them.
"Such a gentle soul," she mused, her claws lightly grazing his scalp. "Even during the conquest, you were so eager to throw yourself at my feet, to beg for mercy—not for yourself, but for your people."
She smirked. "Pity your mother didn't share your courage."
Sesshomaru flinched, his cheeks coloring with shame at the mention of his mother. Kagome tilted his head up again, her grip firm but not unkind.
"Many have been asking about you, pet," she murmured, watching his reaction closely. "Many would pay a high price for you."
Sesshomaru's entire body stiffened. His lips parted, panic flickering across his face before he quickly lowered his gaze.
"Please, no, Master," he whispered, his voice breaking. "Let me stay with you. Whatever I did wrong, I'll fix it. Please."
Kagome inhaled sharply at his desperation, a slow smirk forming as she cupped his face.
"Oh, my sweet pet…" She pressed a single claw against his trembling lips, silencing him. "You think I would let you go?" Her eyes gleamed with amusement, dark and knowing. "No, Sesshomaru. You are mine. And when these females come sniffing, they will know it."
Sesshomaru's body sagged with relief, his breath shuddering as he pressed his cheek against her palm. His submission was absolute, and Kagome reveled in it.
She leaned down, her lips grazing his ear. "You will never leave me," she whispered. "Not by choice. Not by force. Not even in death."
Sesshomaru nodded, his voice barely audible as he whispered, "Yes, Master."
Kagome's smile turned wicked, she made her decision as her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Tell me, pet," she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky purr. "Do you want dessert?"
Sesshomaru shivered at her tone, his golden eyes wide as he whispered, "Yes, Master."
Kagome's grin widened as she tugged gently on his leash, pulling him closer. "Good," she said, her voice thick with promise. "Because I want that tongue of yours."
Lemon warning.
As she rose up she parted her clothing and sat back down, letting his eyes feast on the sight before him.
Sesshomaru breath caught in his throat as Kagome parted her legs, her scent—was divine, it was —enveloping him. He couldnt think straight. She placed her hand on his head, and grabbed a handful of hair, pulling him towards her. He knew what she wanted, and for her he would do anything.
Sesshomaru's lips found the apex of her thighs, his breath hot against her sensitive skin. With a whimper he nuzzled her folds, his eyes begging her for permission.
"Yes pet." she purred, her voice a mere whisper. "Taste me. Worship me."
Sesshomaru was trembling with desire, he lowered his head, his tongue extending to taste her essence. He licked her gently at first, then with increasing fervor as her flavor exploded on his tongue, her essence was flowing into his mouth. Kagome moaned, her hands gripping his hair and pulling him closer.
"Oh, yes," she cried, her voice breaking. "Right there, pet. Don't you dare stop."
Sesshomaru obeyed, his tongue delving deeper, exploring her, loving the way she taste, He suckled at her, his lips and tongue working in tandem, eliciting a symphony of moans from Kagome. Her hands had an iron grip in his hair, his mouth moving in rhythm with her hips as she took what she wanted, .
"Your tongue is amazing pet," she panted, her body trembling on the edge of release. "Keep going. Don't stop until I tell you."
Sesshomaru, loving the praise from his Queen, complied, his tongue working harder, Kagomes moans filled the room, her body tensing, her release building, until with a final, desperate cry, she climaxed, her essence flooding his mouth. His eyes widened, he couldn't get enough of the taste and continued to drink from her.
Kagome's gaze locked onto Sesshomaru, her lips curling into a slow, predatory smile. She had always enjoyed the power she wielded over him, but today, her pleasure soared to new heights. He knelt before her, trembling, his eyes filled with devotion. She thrived in this—his submission was intoxicating.
Her fingers trailed through his silver hair, her touch soft at first, testing, before tightening. She tugged gently, tilting his head upward, forcing him to look at her. His eyes met hers briefly—wide, confused, and full of conflicting emotions—but quickly lowered. He whimpered.
"Such a beautiful thing," Kagome purred, her voice a low, honeyed sound filled with danger. "and all mine, aren't you, pet?"
Sesshomaru swallowed, his throat bobbing under her hand. "Y-yes, Master…" The admission was barely a whisper, but it carried weight, a mark of his absolute submission.
Kagome's lips curled into a more dangerous smile, her pupils darkening with a glint of sadistic satisfaction. Without warning, her hand shot out and gripped his neck tightly, her claws digging into his skin as she yanked him toward her. Sesshomaru's eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't dare resist.
She turned his head to the side, exposing the delicate, pale curve of his neck. His breath hitched, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. Kagome could feel his pulse quickening beneath her touch, his entire being trembling in anticipation—or was it fear? She savored the uncertainty that gripped him.
"Hold still, pet," she commanded, her voice dark and filled with venom.
Before he could reply, her fangs sank into his neck with brutal precision, the bite sharp and searing as her teeth pierced his skin. The shock of the pain hit him like a wave, and his body stiffened, frozen in place as though every part of him had been robbed of control. He whimpered, the sound breaking the silence like a sweet symphony, and his muscles tensed involuntarily under her dominance.
Kagome fed, her mouth filling with the metallic taste of his blood. She drank deeply, savoring the raw power she gained with each pull, the sensation of his strength draining into her. Her body thrummed with the power of their connection, her dominance over him sealed in this primal act.
Sesshomaru's breath came in ragged gasps, his strength fading as he succumbed to her. He could feel the world spinning, his body trembling as she claimed him. His head swam, his thoughts scattered, overwhelmed by the intense rush of her power and the overwhelming pull of her dominance.
When Kagome finally pulled away, she released him from her grip, and Sesshomaru collapsed to the floor, his body weak and unsteady. His chest heaved, each breath shallow, golden eyes glazed and unfocused as he struggled to meet her gaze.
Kagome's lips were stained with his blood, a deep crimson, she savored the taste. She stared down at him and reveled at sight, her smile feral and wild.
"Such a beautiful mark," she murmured, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "Can you feel it, pet? The mark of your true place."
She reached down and cupped his chin, forcing his head up so he could look at her once more. Her fingers traced over his forehead, and with a flick of her wrist, the crescent moon on his brow began to shift, transforming into a black diamond—a symbol of his ownership, her permanent claim over him. His stripes, darkened to the same black hue, marking him as fully hers.
Kagome's eyes gleamed as she admired her handiwork, her lips curling into a satisfied grin. "Beautiful," she whispered softly, before crashing her lips down onto his in a kiss that was fierce, possessive, and entirely without mercy. Sesshomaru's body went limp in her arms, his consciousness slipping away as she consumed him completely, until he was nothing more than an empty shell in her embrace.
When she finally pulled back, he was unconscious in her arms, completely lost to her. Kagome smirked, brushing a lock of silver hair from his face as she stood, towering over him with a sense of finality.
"My pet," she murmured, her fingers trailing along his face, marking his every feature. "You're mine. And no one—not even the queens who will come for you—will ever take you from me."
With that, she straightened, her gaze hardening as she turned toward the guards standing in the doorway. "Take him to my chambers," she commanded coldly. "Make sure no one dares to disturb him."
As the guards hurried to obey, Kagome's lips curled into a dark, triumphant smile. Her claim was made. Soon, every demon queen would know that Sesshomaru was hers—and hers alone.