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.
Chapter 10: The Queen's Fun.
The coliseum rang with the clash of steel, the cries of exertion, and the thunderous roar of warriors locked in battle. Dust and sweat thickened the air, the midday sun casting long shadows across the bloodstained sands. Queen Kagome moved like a Goddess of War, her body a blur of power and precision as she clashed against her two fiercest warriors—General Sango and General Toran.
Sango's demonic katana flashed, slicing through the air in lethal arcs, while Toran's ice-forged spear struck with the speed and force of a winter storm. The two panther generals were deadly in their own right, moving in perfect unison, their attacks calculated and relentless. And yet—Kagome remained untouchable.
With her newly forged blade, Tokijin, a weapon born from demonic craftsmanship, she met every strike with cold efficiency. The blade pulsed with dark energy, but Kagome's will consumed it, bending the weapon to her command. She felt the sword resist her—testing her strength—but she smirked, forcing it into absolute submission.
Her soldiers watched from the stands, eyes wide with reverence.
Kagome pivoted, twisting her body mid-air as she dodged Sango's downward strike. The force split the ground where she once stood, sending shards of stone flying. She landed with cat-like grace, her eyes flashing.
"You're slowing," Kagome taunted, parrying Toran's spear with a flick of her wrist.
Toran narrowed her eyes. "Or you're getting faster."
Sango lunged again, aiming for Kagome's ribs, but the Queen sidestepped with ease. In the same breath, she struck—Tokijin's blunt edge slamming into Sango's stomach. The impact sent the general skidding back, boots digging into the dirt.
"Damn it—" Sango gritted her teeth but steadied herself.
Toran attempted a counterattack, her spear thrusting toward Kagome's exposed back. But Kagome anticipated it. She twisted, her free hand snapping forward, seizing Toran's wrist. With a brutal yank, she pulled the panther warrior forward, slamming an elbow into her ribs before flipping her over her shoulder. Toran hit the ground hard, coughing as the wind was knocked from her lungs.
Before she could recover, Kagome placed Tokijin's blade against her throat.
Silence fell over the coliseum.
A slow smirk curled Kagome's lips. "Dead."
Toran exhaled sharply, eyes blazing with frustration, but she did not argue. She had lost.
Sango, still catching her breath, chuckled as she sheathed her sword. "Three weeks, and we've yet to best you. Remind me to never challenge you when you're truly angry."
Kagome flicked Tokijin to the side, shaking the dust from its steel. "Then train harder."
She extended a hand to Toran, who accepted begrudgingly. As the three warriors ascended the stone steps toward the royal booth, the tension of the battle lingered in the air, raw and electric.
Sesshomaru knelt beside the prepared table, the very image of composed obedience. His silver hair, gathered into a high ponytail, cascaded down his back like spun silk. His black-and-white silk robes, embroidered with delicate black diamond designs, draped elegantly over his frame. A sheer black mask veiled the lower half of his face, enhancing the ethereal beauty that had once been hidden away within the walls of his former home. He moved with silent precision, pouring cool water into their goblets as the three women settled into their seats.
Toran accepted her goblet first, her icy blue eyes flicking toward Sesshomaru with amusement. She swirled the water in the cup, arching a brow. "No wine?"
Sesshomaru's voice was soft yet measured. "Apologies, Lady Toran—"
Kagome cut in smoothly, lifting her goblet. "No wine. I want everyone's head clear for the summit."
Toran hummed in approval, taking a slow sip. "Smart. I assume that means you expect things to turn interesting?"
Kagome leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. "I expect Ayame to posture, as always. But I also expect her to push harder than before. She resents the fact that I rule the West now. And now that I have Sesshomaru? She'll be looking for an excuse to challenge me."
Sango, who had been focused on her meal, lifted her gaze. "And if she does?"
Kagome's eyes gleamed. "Then she will regret it."
There was no arrogance in her tone—only certainty. The weight of her words hung between them, a promise rather than a boast. Toran smirked, amused.
"Now," Kagome continued, "let's talk about the other threat—Inukimi."
Toran exhaled. "She's still hiding in the South with what's left of her army."
Sango frowned. "Which means she's forged some kind of alliance with the South."
Kagome nodded. "Exactly. Lady Shizu has few warriors, but she commands assassins. She prefers her spider demonesses to slit your throat in the night rather than face you head-on."
"So, a surprise attack." Toran sighed, rolling her shoulders.
"Ayame in the East, Inukimi and Shizu in the South. What's next, Abi attacking from the North?" Sango muttered.
"I doubt it," Kagome said, taking a slow sip from her goblet. "Abi is preoccupied with other matters. But a strike from the South? That, I expect."
Kagome turned to Toran. "Are the city defenses ready?"
Toran stretched her arms before answering. "On high alert. Soldiers guard every border, and Silvermoon is locked down. No surprises."
Kagome exhaled in satisfaction. This was how a kingdom should be run—efficiently, ruthlessly. Unlike the last ruler, she did not grow complacent. Under her reign, there would be no weaknesses.
Her gaze drifted to Sesshomaru, who knelt silently beside her, ever patient, awaiting her command. A slow smirk curled her lips as she studied him—the way his sleeves pooled at his wrists, the way his fingers rested lightly in his lap, the sheer obedience woven into his every movement.
"Did you enjoy watching me spar, pet?"
Sesshomaru's golden eyes flickered up before he bowed his head. "Yes, Master. I have never seen anyone move as you do."
Toran chuckled, setting down her goblet. "Careful, Kagome. He's starting to sound enamored."
Kagome's smirk deepened. "Oh, he has been for quite some time."
She reached out, trailing two fingers under Sesshomaru's chin, tilting his face upward until their eyes met. He did not resist.
"Isn't that right, pet?"
Sesshomaru's lips parted slightly beneath the sheer mask, but he answered without hesitation. "Yes, Master."
Satisfaction curled through Kagome like a slow-burning flame. He was so well-trained now—silent, devoted, utterly hers.
Breaking her gaze from him, she turned to Sango. "What of the summit preparations in the city?"
Sango wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "The inns and restaurants are stocked. Decorations are placed. The red-light district is thriving, there are plenty of male slaves ready to serve."
"Good." Kagome rose to her feet, sheathing Tokijin with a deliberate motion. "Before you both get some rest, ensure our warriors below get some proper training. Come, pet—let's take a walk through the city."
Sesshomaru stood gracefully, falling in step behind her without a word.
Once outside, Kagome paused and smirked. She decided her mate needed a distraction. She turned to Sesshomaru. With a wicked grin she gave an order.
"Transform."
Sesshomaru hesitated for only a breath. Shifting had once been forbidden to him. But that was the past, and the past no longer mattered.
Without another second's delay, his body surged with demonic energy. White smoke curled around him like a living thing, thick and twisting in the cool air. A deep, resounding hum vibrated through the stone beneath them as his form grew, his bones stretching, his shape elongating.
When the smoke cleared, a massive silver dog that was bigger than a horse, knelt before her, his ethereal beauty on full display. His golden eyes—now larger, luminous—met hers briefly before he lowered his head, baring his neck in submission. A soft whimper escaped his throat, instinctual and obedient.
Kagome's smirk widened. She stepped forward, gripping the thick fur at the base of his neck before effortlessly swinging herself onto his back. Her legs straddled his powerful frame, her fingers curling possessively into his silken coat.
"Good boy." Her voice was velvet, dripping with satisfaction.
Sesshomaru rose smoothly, his powerful limbs carrying her with practiced ease. His steps were graceful, measured, his pace steady as he navigated the stone streets. He did not need to ask where she wished to go. He simply obeyed.
The moment they emerged into the city, the response was immediate. The streets came alive in submission.
Males—regardless of status—dropped to their knees at the sight of their queen. Not a single one dared to look upon her. Their eyes remained firmly cast downward, their heads bowed in reverence. To lift their gaze, even for a moment, would be an unforgivable offense.
The panther females, in contrast, stood tall. Their dominance was effortless, absolute. Some smirked in satisfaction at the display, others barely acknowledged it—after all, submission was expected, as natural as breathing.
Kagome leaned forward, her fingers lazily threading through Sesshomaru's silken fur, her touch both possessive and teasing. Amusement danced in her voice as she spoke. "Look around you, pet," she murmured, her tone rich with satisfaction. "Isn't it wonderful?"
Sesshomaru obeyed without hesitation. His golden eyes flickered to the side, sweeping over the scene before him. Everywhere, collared males followed behind their mistresses, their heads bowed in silent devotion. Some carried baskets filled with goods, others served food and drink, their hands never idle. Their expressions varied—some serene in their servitude, others dulled by quiet resignation. But none resisted.
Kagome's lips curled into a slow, knowing smile. "Do you see it?" she continued, her voice dripping with dark amusement. "The dog demon males who once belonged to female dogs… now belong to female panthers."
Sesshomaru's gaze lingered on a pair of dog demon males kneeling at the feet of a couple of lounging female panthers They remained utterly still, their posture submissive, their eyes cast downward. They did not speak unless spoken to. They did not move unless commanded. They were not merely conquered—they were owned.
Kagome smirked, watching him intently, savoring every flicker of emotion that passed through his gaze. "Soon," she mused, her voice like silk wrapped around steel, "your kind will be bred out of the Western Lands."
Sesshomaru did not falter. His steps remained steady, his aura undisturbed. He accepted her words as he always did—with quiet, unwavering obedience.
Kagome chuckled, the sound low and indulgent. "Soon you will see hybrid cubs all throughout the city, does that bother you?"
He merely shook his head, the motion slight, deferential.
Her laughter deepened, a husky, satisfied purr. Her fingers trailed up to one of his large, sensitive ears, curling around it before giving a firm, deliberate tug.
"Good boy."
The city streets blurred past them as they neared the massive gates, the towering doors now reforged with the insignia of the Panther Queen. The sight stirred something deep within Kagome—a memory, rich with amusement.
"I remember the day you first walked through these gates," she mused, her voice smooth and indulgent. "You did your best to seem calm, but I could smell the fear from my camp."
Sesshomaru's reaction was instant. His aura wavered, a pulse of raw embarrassment rippling through him. His massive head dipped slightly, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping his throat.
"Oh, pet, I'm only teasing," Kagome purred, her fingers stroking through his thick fur, her touch both soothing and possessive. "But you're lucky I claimed you when I did. If I hadn't given the order, many of my females would have taken you the moment you arrived."
Sesshomaru stiffened. His stride faltered for the briefest of moments before he quickly corrected himself, but Kagome caught it. She always did.
"Oh?" Her smirk widened as she leaned forward, her breath warm against his ear. "That thought scared you?"
Her voice dipped into a whisper, dark and laced with amusement. "Do you know how many of my warriors begged for a chance at you? Even Toran and Sango wanted a taste. You should have heard the things they wanted to do to you as they watched you walk towards my camp."
Sesshomaru whimpered, his muscles tensing beneath her, his tail instinctively tucking close to his belly.
Kagome's hand trailed slowly down his side, her claws grazing over his ribs. "But I was merciful," she murmured, her tone teasing. "I wanted to be the first to tame you."
She chuckled darkly. "And now? Now you would let me do anything to you, wouldn't you, my perfect mate?"
Sesshomaru's response was immediate. He lifted his head, nodding rapidly, another whimper escaping him—this one laced with submission.
Kagome's smirk deepened.
As they passed through the gates, the atmosphere shifted. The open land stretched before them, wild and untouched. The thick forests loomed in the distance, whispering secrets in the breeze.
Sesshomaru's aura wavered slightly. Unease.
Kagome immediately sensed it. She felt the slight tension in his body, the way his movements grew just a fraction more hesitant. He had only left the city once before—when her army was at the gates. For a creature who had spent his life confined, the world beyond the walls was uncertain.
No more teasing for now. She leaned forward, pressing herself closer to him, her voice turning softer—though no less commanding.
"Shh pet," she murmured, her fingers threading through his fur. "Easy, I will protect you."
Sesshomaru's ears twitched at her words. He took a slow, measured breath, his massive chest expanding before releasing a quiet exhale.
His aura settled.
He did not need to fear.
Not when she was with him.
Kagome's lips curled into a wicked grin once he calmed. "Good boy, now it's time for some exercise."
Without another word, she pressed her boots into his sides.
Sesshomaru reacted instantly. His massive paws pounded against the earth as he shot forward, sprinting along the outer walls with breathtaking speed.
The wind howled around them, whipping Kagome's hair behind her as she leaned into the motion, reveling in the sheer power beneath her.
Above, the guards stationed along the walls turned their heads, watching in silent admiration.
Kagome let out a low, satisfied hum.
"Yes… run for me, pet."
Sesshomaru obeyed without hesitation.
And as the night started to come, the Panther Queen rode her conquered prize through the dark, the world beneath them bowing in silent submission.
By the time they returned to the castle grounds, Sesshomaru collapsed, his massive form hitting the ground with a heavy thud. His sides heaved, his silver fur damp with sweat, his once-imposing presence now reduced to exhaustion.
White smoke curled around him, his body shrinking, reshaping, until he was once again in his humanoid form—clothes soaked in sweat, trembling, his breath uneven. His silver hair clung to his flushed skin, and for the first time in a long while, Sesshomaru had no strength to kneel before his Queen.
A small voice cut through the silence.
"Oh… is he okay?"
Kagome turned to find Rin standing nearby, her eyes wide with concern. Unlike the warriors and servants who merely watched with amusement or indifference, Rin came closer to check on him.
Kagome chuckled, reaching out to ruffle her daughter's dark hair. "He'll be fine, little one."
Rin pouted slightly. "I wanted to ride him too… but not if he's too tired."
Kagome's expression softened—just slightly. Rin was still young, untouched by the darkness of the world, untainted by cruelty. It amused her how different Rin was from other panthers. The girl did not see Sesshomaru as a mere pet to be used but as something more—perhaps even family.
"One day," Kagome assured her. "But not today."
Rin nodded, satisfied, as one of her bodyguards stepped forward and handed Kagome a waterskin. Without hesitation, she crouched beside Sesshomaru, gripping his chin firmly yet gently. His golden eyes fluttered open, hazy with exhaustion, but the moment he saw her, his body went still.
"Open," she ordered.
Sesshomaru obeyed, parting his lips as she pressed the waterskin to his mouth, letting cool water trickle past his lips. He swallowed greedily, a soft whimper of relief escaping before he could stop it.
Kagome's fingers stroked his jaw, tracing the sharp angles of his face before she leaned in, her breath warm against his ear. "Good boy," she murmured, her voice a velvet purr laced with satisfaction.
Sesshomaru shuddered. "Thank you, Master."
She smirked, threading her fingers through his damp hair before giving it a small, almost affectionate tug. "Go clean yourself up," she instructed. "I expect you presentable for dinner."
Sesshomaru bowed his head. "Yes, my Queen."
As he rose to his feet and made his way toward the castle, Rin tugged on Kagome's sleeve.
"Mother," she said hesitantly. "Sesshomaru is strong, isn't he?"
Kagome tilted her head. "Why do you ask?"
Rin twirled a strand of her dark hair around her finger. "Because even though he's tired, he never complains. And… I think he wants to make you happy."
Kagome stared at her daughter for a moment before letting out a quiet chuckle. She tapped Rin's nose with a single claw. "You're too perceptive for your own good, little one."
Rin giggled, the sound innocent and light, before skipping toward the castle.
Kagome watched her go before glancing up at the darkening sky, a slow, satisfied smile curving her lips.
The grand dining hall was alive with the warm glow of candlelight, the scent of spiced meats and rich wine filling the air. Kagome sat at the head of the long table, her posture languid yet regal, a Queen entirely at ease in her domain.
Beside her, Sesshomaru knelt, his head resting lightly against her thigh. His silver locks cascaded down, pooling onto the marble floor, freshly washed and brushed until they shone like silk. He was dressed in a new sheer black and silver robe, the fabric light and delicate against his skin, doing little to hide the sculpted perfection of his form.
Kagome's fingers idly played with his hair, nails dragging gently over his scalp, her touch both possessive and indulgent. Her mate remained perfectly still, his breathing slow, controlled.
At the table, Rin sat with her legs swinging beneath her chair, excitedly recounting her day. "And then the guards showed me how to block a strike properly! They say I'll be ready for real practice soon!"
Kagome hummed in approval. "That is good. You must always be prepared, my little panther."
Rin nodded, taking a bite of her food before her gaze flickered to Sesshomaru. Her young face twisted with thought. "Sesshomaru?"
He lifted his head slightly, acknowledging her with a quiet, "Yes, Princess?"
She hesitated, then asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"…Yes," he answered, his voice soft. "Thank you for asking."
Rin beamed. "Good! You looked really tired earlier."
Kagome smirked, running her fingers down the curve of his ear before tracing along his jaw. "He was, but he endured as he should."
Sesshomaru lowered his gaze. "I will always endure for you, my Queen."
Rin tilted her head. "Because you love Mother, right?"
A hush fell over the room. Even the panther guards, paused at the innocent question.
Kagome's fingers stilled in his hair. Sesshomaru did not flinch, nor did he hesitate.
"Yes," he said simply.
Rin grinned. "Then you should eat, too! Mother always tells me I need to keep up my strength."
Kagome's Laughter rippled through the hall at the child's words, tapping Rin's nose again. "You are far too clever for your own good."
She glanced down at Sesshomaru, amusement flickering in her eyes. Then, reaching for a piece of meat from her plate, she brought it to his lips. "Eat," she commanded.
Sesshomaru obeyed, parting his lips to accept the offering, his eyes never leaving hers.
Kagome smirked, satisfied.
Yes… life was good. And she would make sure it stayed that way.