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Sesshomaru sensed his half-brother long before the faint crunch of leaves betrayed Inuyasha’s approach.

Kagome’s lips brushed against his—soft, deliberate, and far too focused on him to notice the presence drawing near. He tucked a stray lock of her hair behind her shoulder, deepening the kiss, unconcerned with their uninvited observer as his mind briefly drifted back to the moment everything between them had shifted.

It had been six moon cycles ago, on a quiet night when he'd been drawn to her without understanding why. She was bathing alone in a crystal-clear spring, moonlight dancing across her skin like silver fire. He should have turned away. Instead, he stepped forward, revealing himself. Choosing her then and every night since. Not once had he been willing to walk away. Even aligning himself with his half-brother’s ragtag pack had been a calculated sacrifice, all for the chance to remain near her.

Their relationship remained a secret from the others. But as of late, the hanyo had grown suspicious. Sesshomaru had felt him tailing them more than once. His brother’s senses, though keen, were nothing compared to his own. Inuyasha thought himself hidden, but Sesshomaru could hear him now—crouched behind a tree, just beyond Kagome’s awareness. The fool had no idea he’d already been caught.

It troubled Sesshomaru not. On the contrary—if his brother wanted proof of who Kagome truly belonged to, he was more than willing to provide it.

Without breaking the kiss he drew her tighter against him and then reversed their positions, pressing her back against the tree as his body molded to hers, heat for heat, heartbeat for heartbeat. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, coaxing her to open for him. She gasped, and he took full advantage—plunging deep, claiming her with a kiss that left no room for doubt.

Kagome whimpered as his tongue tangled with hers, her hands clutching at his shoulders. When she teasingly grazed a fang, Sesshomaru moaned low in his throat as Kagome’s tongue flicked along one of his fangs—a deliberate, wicked tease that nearly unraveled his control. He tore his mouth from hers, only to descend upon the curve of her neck, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin before dragging his tongue up to her ear. His breath was hot as he whispered against her skin, lips brushing her earlobe before gently nibbling.

He could hear Inuyasha, crouched just beyond the tree line—too far for Kagome to sense, but far too close for Sesshomaru’s patience. His half-brother's ragged breathing, the shift of weight on brittle leaves—pitiful attempts at stealth.

If he wanted a show, Sesshomaru would be more than happy to give him one.

“Kami, you drive me wild, Kagome.” Sesshomaru’s voice was low and reverent as his claws traced a slow, dangerous path up her thigh—slipping beneath her skirt to tease the edge of her cotton panties. “May I have another taste, Koibito?”

Her cheeks flushed a deep coral, the color blooming to match her kiss-bruised lips. She nodded, wordless, eyes hazy with want as her hands slid down the hard planes of his chest beneath his parted haori.

The daiyoukai dropped to his knees before her, as if a worshipper before his altar. With a tug, he slipped the soft purple fabric down her legs—his eyes catching on the pattern of tiny kittens dancing across the cotton. Of all the surprises she could offer… a legion of tiny cats beneath her clothes was unexpected. And oddly fitting, he thought with a flicker of amusement. But his grin faded the moment her scent hit him—heady, intoxicating, impossible to ignore. There was nothing amusing about the feast spread before him. 

He drew her hips forward and met her with his mouth, laying his tongue flat along her hidden seam and dragging it slowly upward to that tantalizing bundle of nerves. Her thighs quivered as the first taste of her wetness spread across his tongue—cherries with the lightest kiss of vanilla, undercut by the warmth of cinnamon and spiced plum. His eyes bled crimson at the flavor, his grip tightening as he inhaled her scent like a dying man starved for air.

Kagome moaned softly at the touch, unaware of the quiet gasp that escaped from the trees beyond, of the branch that creaked slightly as Inuyasha leaned forward.

Sesshomaru didn’t care. Let him watch.

He plunged his tongue deep into her clutching heat, groaning as she bucked forward in search of more. She was insatiable, and so was he. Growling, he alternated between swirling his tongue around her aching clit and driving into her soaked center until she trembled—until she dripped with desire, slick and ready.

Hooking one of her legs over his shoulder, he opened her further to his mouth, to his hunger, to the way he devoured her like she was the last thing that would ever satisfy him. Kagome cried out, head thrown back and fingers clutching desperately at his hair to hold him closer, deeper.

Somewhere beyond them, Inuyasha's breathing grew shallow—his chest rising and falling in soft, frantic pants. A helpless voyeur to the erotic display laid bare before him.

Sesshomaru loosened his grip on her hip, letting one hand glide upward to seize a generous handful of her breast. The other slipped between her thighs, two fingers plunging deep into her heat. He curled them just right until Kagome broke apart around him. Her body convulsed, helpless in the throes of release, and he made sure to savor every drop that spilled over his hand, licking her essence from his skin like it was the finest offering.

She whimpered, trying to catch her breath, but he wasn’t done. His mouth returned to her swollen clit, alternating between kissing and sucking to draw out every last ripple of her orgasm. Only when her trembling slowed did he withdraw his fingers and bring them to his lips, licking them clean with a satisfied hum.

“Mmm… Koibito,” he murmured, rising to his feet, “you taste utterly divine. I could feast on you all day.”

Before she could answer, he kissed her—deep and hot and full of the flavor of her own pleasure. She moaned into it, tasting herself on his tongue, and pulled him closer until her lips brushed his ear. “I need you now, Sesshomaru… need you to fill me with your seed.”

The words shot through him like lightning. He shivered, his hands already reaching for the ties of his obi, grateful he’d left his armor behind for this moonlit walk.

As Sesshomaru pushed his hakama down, he caught the faint rustle of fabric from beyond the clearing—the subtle whisper of cloth, the shaky intake of breath. Inuyasha was still watching, doing a pitiful job of staying quiet, his hunger etched into every ragged inhale.

Both males, predator and voyeur, had their eyes locked on the young miko as she shed the last of her clothing. Her uniform top was pulled over her head and skirt pooling at her feet to reveal curves so soft and lush they demanded attention. She was made to be idolized, and Sesshomaru had no intention of denying her that.

With a possessive growl, he lifted her effortlessly, guiding her legs to wrap around his waist. He pressed her back against the tree, bracing them, and adjusted just enough to sink himself into her, burying his thick cock to the hilt in her sweet cunt. He stilled for a moment, savoring the tight clutch of her around him, the way her body gripped him like it never wanted to let go. Leaning back slightly, he allowed himself—and his watching brother—a clear, unfiltered view of his cock disappearing into her again and again.

Kagome threw her head back against the bark, pleaded. “Please, Sesshomaru… I need more.” Her voice was wrecked with need, and he could never refuse her.

With drove into her, each plunge impossibly deep. The sound of Inuyasha’s desperate stroking began to fill the air—a wet, frantic rhythm that betrayed his helpless arousal. Sesshomaru smirked, the primal part of him reveling in the performance. If this was all the hanyo would ever have, he’d make sure the memory haunted him.

Without warning, Sesshomaru pulled out. He moved Kagome from and guided her to her hands and knees on the mossy ground. Kneeling behind her he drove back inside her with a savage thrust that had her crying out, her ass jiggling with every collision of their bodies. His growl rumbled through the trees, feral and low, roughly shaped into her name.

“Mine,” he snarled, voice thick with lust. “Look at you—taking every fucking inch like you were made for me.” His grip on her hips tightened, claws digging into soft skin, dragging her back onto his cock with ruthless intent. “This pussy…” he hissed, slamming into her harder, deeper, “so fucking perfect for me. No one else will ever have you.”

Kagome’s moans were growing louder, each hoarse cry rising above the lewd slap of flesh and the frantic, slick rhythm of Inuyasha’s fist. The hanyo was completely consumed, stroking himself in time with Sesshomaru’s thrusts—lost between shame and arousal..

“Tell me you’re mine, Kagome,” Sesshomaru demanded, his voice rough as his fingers slid beneath her to toy with the swollen bundle of nerves where they were joined.

Kagome choked on a gasp, her entire body seizing as her second orgasm tore through her. “Yes—yours!” she sobbed. “I’m yours!”

His thrusts didn’t slow. If anything, they grew fiercer—deeper—driven by the need to send her over the edge once more before surrendering to his own release. He leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, caging her in with his body as his lips brushed her ear.

“You’re making such beautiful sounds for me,” he crooned. “So loud… you want him to hear, don’t you? Want Inuyasha to know exactly who’s inside you now… who owns this perfect body.” His hand slid slowly up her stomach, fingers spreading wide across her belly as he drove deeper into her core. “Every thrust, every cry—you’re telling him this pussy belongs to me.”

She choked on her words as another thrust knocked the air from her lungs.With a trembling shutter she managed to gasp out, “Sesshomaru.”

“Good,” he hissed as her cunt tightened around him. “But I want you louder.”

In a sudden, commanding movement, Sesshomaru tangled his claws in her hair and yanked her head back, pulling her upright and flush against his chest. His mouth hovered by her ear, each word a dark, possessive command. “Scream for me. Let the whole fucking forest hear you. Let him hear it. Say it—say it loud enough for my pathetic brother to understand exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

Kagome’s whimper broke into a scream, her body shaking violently around him. The heat, the overwhelming pressure, and the sheer dominance in his voice shattered her final restraint. “Sesshomaru!” she cried, voice torn and breathless as her climax hit her like a wave. Her walls clamped around his cock, pulling him deeper with every tremor of pleasure. Her cries echoed wild and free through the clearing.

From the shadows beyond, Sesshomaru’s sensitive ears picked it up, Inuyasha’s tattered groan. That strangled, defeated sound, unmistakable in its meaning. A dark, savage satisfaction surged through Sesshomaru.

He gripped her hair tighter, a smirk curling at his lips as he purred against her ear. “Even my disgrace of a brother couldn’t help himself. You drove him mad… just like you drive me.”

With a final, brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and followed her over the edge. His fangs scraped her skin, then sank into her neck in a claiming bite as his seed spilled into her. His growl rumbled against her skin as he held her close, cock throbbing inside her, her hair still tangled in his fist. “Now the whole forest knows who you belong to.”

Kagome whimpered, limp and boneless in his arms, her cheek pressed against his shoulder, her body twitching in the haze of overstimulation and surrender. Each pulse of his cock inside her kept her floating, caught in the aftershocks of what he had done to her.

Sesshomaru slowly released her hair but not his hold. One clawed hand traced a line down her throat, over her flushed chest, and came to rest over her racing heart. “And so do you,” he whispered, a final vow.

He leaned down and licked the blood-warm mark on her neck, a dark promise sealed into her skin—claimed, filled, heard by all.

And his.

Beyond the clearing, Inuyasha stood frozen, hidden behind the trees, face pale and flushed. He stared wide-eyed, still unsteady, hand sticky and pants half-down.

“F-fuck this,” he muttered, yanking his pants up with soiled hands. He turned and bolted into the woods, ears flattened tight to his skull, face burning with shame. “Nope. Nope. Didn’t see shit. Heard nothing. NOTHING happened.”

He was perfectly content to go the rest of his life pretending none of it was real. Because the alternative was admitting he got off to the sound of his brother fucking his best friend.

“Gods,” he hissed, raking a hand through his hair as he disappeared into the trees. “I’m as bad as the monk.”