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 8: The Queen's Claim
Sesshomaru whimpered quietly, his head bowing. His silver hair, tied high into a sleek ponytail, shimmered under the dim torchlight, cascading like liquid moonlight down his back. He removed his mask as his trembling lips brushed against Kagome's fingers—delicate, desperate kisses placed along her knuckles. A silent plea. A grounding anchor.
The tension snapped.
Kagome's breathing slowed, her crimson eyes dimming, fading back into the stormy blue that marked her control. Her fingers, once clenched with violent rage, relaxed. She threaded them through Sesshomaru's soft, silken hair, stroking with a dark tenderness, as if he were the fragile thread tethering her to sanity.
And perhaps he was.
"Good boy," Kagome whispered, her voice low, filled with a hunger that had been festering for two agonizing days. The frustration coiled within her finally burst. She was done waiting. Done denying herself.
Without warning, she seized Sesshomaru by his collar, yanking him forward with a sharp, metallic clink of the black chain jewelry adorning his slender wrists and ankles. The fragile silk of his black loincloth shifted with the movement, his breath hitching as she shoved him onto the heavy dining table with a feral growl.
The dishes clattered to the floor, shards scattering like forgotten remnants of a feast long over.
Sango's breath hitched, caught between awe and shock at the raw, unapologetic display of dominance. Kagome didn't care who watched. She was going to take what was hers—and she would do so with ruthless abandon.
Kagome's armored fingers unclasped the buckles of her black and silver metal skirt, the sharp, blade-like panels falling away with a hiss of steel on stone. That sound snapped Sango from her trance. She turned on her heel abruptly, her face flushed, masking her reaction with a scoff as she barked at the lingering guards.
"Don't let anyone in," Sango commanded sharply, her voice cutting through the heavy air thick with tension and lust.
The guards—both wide-eyed—nodded stiffly, closing the doors as Sango walked passed them. They pretended to stand stoic though their faces burned visibly behind their mask.
Lemon warning.
Sesshomaru's eyes widened as he looked into her eyes they went back to crimson. He had never seen her so primal before, he was mesmerized. His cock, already hard, throbbed beneath the thin fabric of his loincloth, aching to be freed.
Kagome stepped onto the table, her boots clicking on the table's surface, and straddled Sesshomaru face.
her wet heat hovering just above his mouth. She quickly lowered herself, her slick folds parting to reveal her glistening pussy. Sesshomaru's mouth watered at the sight, and he eagerly licked his lips, ready to please her.
She growled, grinding her hips against his face.
Sesshomaru quickly obliged, his tongue darting out to lap at her folds, savoring her sweet, musky flavor. He moaned around her clit, the vibrations intensifying her pleasure. Kagome gripped his hair as her back arching as she rode his face, her moans and growls filling the room.
She snarled, revealing her sharp canines, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion.
Sesshomaru tongue worked tirelessly, his mouth and chin glistening with her juices. He loved the way she tasted, but if he stopped, she would rip him apart. This revaluation excited and terrified him.
After what felt like an eternity of bliss, Kagome's body tensed, her snarls turning into purrs of ecstasy. She rode his face through her orgasm, her juices flowing freely, coating his lips and chin. reveled in the taste of her release, his own cock throbbing with need.
Kagome lifted herself off his face, her eyes still crimson but with a look of satisfaction.
She moved to straddled his waist, her thighs pressing against his sides. She leaned forward, her armor brushing against his chest, and hand reached for his loincloth. With a swift motion, she shredded it, exposing his erect shaft.
She could hear his heart race as he bared his neck to her and whimpered in submission. His eyes pleading for her to take him, to take what belonged to her. Kagome positioned herself above him, her knees on either side of his hips, and quickly lowered herself onto his throbbing cock.
He groaned, his body arching, as she took him deep inside her, she could feel her walls clenching around his shaft. Kagome's eyes closed momentarily as she savored the feeling of being filled, her power over him evident in every movement.
"Please master," Sesshomaru whispered, his voice hoarse with need."Take me, own me. I'm yours to command."
Kagome snarled in his face as she began to move, her hips moved in a fast pace. her eyes never leaving his face as his eyes rolled back. His breath came in shallow gasps, his body tense beneath her. She leaned forward, her armor brushing against his chest, her nipples hardening against the cool metal of her armor.
She leaned back, her claws gripping his chest and began to ride him with abandon, her hips snapping forward with each thrust. Sesshomaru's breath came in short, sharp pants, his body trembling beneath her.
Kagome growls were filled with pleasure.
She saw his eyes fluttered open, his gaze locked on her face, as if seeking permission to climax. Kagome's expression softened, a hint of tenderness creeping into her features. She leaned down, her lips brushing against his, and gave a soft growl.
Her growl was like a spell, breaking the last of his restraints. Sesshomaru's body arched off the table, his cock throbbing within her as he spilled his seed, his release intense and overwhelming. Kagome's eyes widened as she felt his hot cum filling her, her own orgasm building to a crescendo.
With a final, powerful thrust, Kagome climaxed, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. She roared, echoing through the entire castle, a primal sound of satisfaction, as Sesshomaru trembled beneath her.
End of Lemon.
After leaving the dining room.
Sango stalked off, her steps echoing down the stone corridor. Exhaustion—or perhaps frustration—tightened her shoulders. "I'm going to bathe," she muttered under her breath, needing the cool water to cleanse both sweat and thoughts.
The bathhouse's misty warmth greeted her as she entered, and there she found Toran lounging lazily in the steaming waters. The panther demoness raised a brow lazily, noticing Sango's flushed face.
"Done watching the show?" Toran teased with a sly smirk.
Sango exhaled heavily, slipping into the water with a satisfying sigh. "I wasn't watching."
"Liar."
A beat of silence passed before both demonesses chuckled darkly.
Toran tilted her head back, letting the steam kiss her sharp jawline. "Sesshomaru looked exquisite though—walking in with just that black silk loincloth and mask. Like a gift begging to be unwrapped."
"If only Kagome shared her pet," Sango sighed dramatically.
"That would be amazing. I'd love a go with the prince," Toran chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with wicked amusement.
"How long has it been since Kagome took Sesshomaru right there on the dining table?" Toran asked, lazily trailing her fingers through the water.
Sango glanced at the darkening sky outside the small bathhouse window. " Not sure," she replied with a snort. "She's probably making up for the two days she's been denied. She'll wring a week's worth out of him tonight."
Almost on cue, a feral roar erupted from the castle halls—a sound so primal, so raw—that it made both demonesses jolt. The sheer dominance in Kagome's triumphant cry echoed through the stone walls, a bold declaration for all to hear. She had marked her territory.
Again.
Toran burst out laughing. "Poor dog. He's going to need a couple of days to recover after that."
Sango chuckled, leaning back against the smooth stone edge. "Well Kagome should be in a better mood tomorrow."
Before they could settle into relaxed silence, a sudden crash shattered the calm. Both snapped their heads up just in time to see a figure hurled from a high castle balcony —crashing violently into the courtyard below with a sickening thud.
It was Koga.
The wolf demon lay crumpled in a heap, groaning faintly. Sango and Toran's eyes darted upward to the balcony where Ayame stood, her fiery hair wild, her emerald eyes burning with unmistakable fury.
Even from this distance, the rage in Ayame's gaze was palpable—seething, venomous, and pointed directly at the castle walls where Kagome's triumphant roar still echoed faintly.
"She's jealous," Toran whispered darkly.
"Of course she is," Sango muttered. "Ayame wants Sesshomaru. She can't stand knowing Kagome has him—and not just his body, but he is the key to the west. She's enraged that her male doesn't compare."
Toran snorted. "Maybe that's why she threw Koga out like garbage."
Sango sank deeper into the water, the heat seeping into her tired muscles, easing the tension from days of battle and political scheming.
She exhaled a content sigh, her eyes half-lidded. "Let's hope Ayame leaves peacefully tomorrow," she muttered, her voice carrying the weight of unspoken doubt.
Across from her, Toran lounged against the smooth edge of the bath, her silver hair damp and clinging to her shoulders. She arched a brow lazily, her amber eyes reflecting both amusement and skepticism. "Ayame? Peaceful?" Toran scoffed softly. "I wouldn't bet on it."
Silence settled between them for a moment, broken only by the gentle lapping of water against skin. Then Sango spoke again, her tone quieter, more thoughtful. "Can I ask you something?"
Toran tilted her head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. "Ask away."
Sango hesitated, her fingers tracing idle circles on the water's surface. "Do you think things will ever be… normal? After Kagome kills Inukimi and this summit is over?"
Toran's smirk faded, replaced by a more contemplative expression. She stared at the steam curling upward as if it held the answers. "Normal?" she echoed softly. "What does that even mean anymore?" She shrugged, the motion sending ripples across the water. "I have no idea. We can only hope."
The quiet returned, more weighted this time, lingering as they both sank into their thoughts. After what felt like an eternity wrapped in warmth and reflection, Sango finally stirred, stretching her arms above her head with a groan. "Let's get some sleep," she sighed, standing and reaching for a towel. "Tomorrow's going to be a long day."
Toran grinned, shaking off the heavier mood. "Hopefully, a naked dog prince visits me in my dreams tonight."
Sango burst into laughter, nearly stumbling as she wrapped the towel around herself. "Agreed," she chuckled, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
"But let Kagome hear you say that, and you'll be dreaming of nothing but bruises."
The two walked down the dimly lit halls, their laughter echoing softly against the stone walls. They whispered and giggled, weaving playful fantasies about what they'd do to Sesshomaru if Kagome ever allowed them the chance. Their voices faded into the distance, leaving only the faint echoes of their amusement behind.