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The leather was tighter then usual. It pressed into her throat as she swallowed. 

"You wanted this."

She tried to nod, but the hold on the leash didn't allow for that. 

"Speak."

"I want this." 

"What are you?" A jerk on the line pulled her eyes to his.

"A bitch." The words were quiet. He chuckled as he tugged until she was in-between his legs. 

"Good girl." She preened at the praise as he stroked her hair. "And who's bitch are you?"

Her mouth opened to answer, but his dick didn't give her the chance. She moaned the words around it as he pulled her closer by her hair. 

"That's right. You're my good little bitch."

Her thighs pressed together to try and relieve some of the ache that had been building for the last few hours. 
He loved her like this. On all fours, drool pooling on the floor.

"Do you like your new collar?"

She bobbed up and down, letting her tongue flick the tip of his cock in acknowledgement.

"You like when I bring you treats don't you?" A thrust of his hips had her gagging, she swallowed past it, taking him deeper. 

"You look so good in red." He moaned as she arched her back, swaying her bare ass as she picked up speed. 
"That's right, take it for me like a good little slut." He grunted the words as cum shot down her throat. 

Tears ran down her cheeks, mixing with spit and cum as he yanked the leash, pulling her up to meet his lips. 

His fingers pressed into her cunt as he licked the mess clean. 
Her thighs clenched around his hand, grinding needily.
It was the first time he had touched her tonight, and her soul ached for more. 

He pushed her off almost as soon as he had started. 
Her pussy fluttered at the loss as she dropped back to the floor, pout fixed on swollen lips. 
"What am I thinking, A good little bitch deserves a walk after working so hard."

She let out a whine as he rose with a lazy stretch, pulling her to her feet to trail behind him on the tight lead. 

"But I..." The slap rang through the quiet apartment, and she squeaked as his hand stayed firmly placed on her red ass cheek.

"Did I say you could speak?" He growled low, caging her in with his large frame until she was pressed against the wall. 

She shook her head as her eyes fell to the floor. 

"Good little bitches look their masters in the eye." Hot breath against her bare neck made her shiver as he leaned down to bite her collarbone. 

Her knees went weak, his hips pressed against hers to keep her standing. 

"You wanted this, right?" He leaned back to meet her eye, she nodded, bottom lip trapped between her teeth. 

"You remember how to tell me to stop?

She nodded again.

"Show me."

She crossed her fingers and pressed the hand against her chest.

"And if you can't move and want me to stop, what will you say?"

"Exams." The reply was breathless, begging.

He smirked.
"Such a good little bitch."

Another tug at the collar pulled her into the closet. 
He was going to make her wait awhile. 

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The thing about control, the thing that makes it truly exhausting, is that once you have it, you can never really give it up. 

Kagome had thought she understood that. 
Thought she wanted to be the one with all of the answers.

And most of the time she did. 

But not now.
Not with him.

There was something about it.
Complete resignation.
Something that made her wet. 

The fantasies had started not long after being appointed as CFO.

One late night down the wrong internet thread. 

She had watched the first video out of pure curiosity.
Had cum harder than she ever had before.

She was embarrassed.
Disgusted with herself. 
But she couldn't stop.

She had resigned herself to being content with dirty fantasies.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think her dirty secret would bleed into reality.

That she would find him.

But here she was, on all fours, begging for it like she had nothing else to live for.

And she couldn't get enough. 

She knew people would never understand.
How could they, she couldn't even understand it herself.

It had been pure chance.
The day they met. 

The office had been closed for hours, emergency lights the only glow as she let the sobs she bottled up all day flow behind the mahogany desk. 

She was not sure why he did it. 
Why a janitor would bother with something as ridiculous as their boss having a midnight mental crisis.

But that night her world shifted.

A quiet conversation in the dark as her tears slowly subsided. 
A drink at a seedy bar the night after. 
Quiet walks home as the weather turned cold. 

She had been so nervous, the night he kissed her for the first time.
Like a schoolgirl bracing for the sting of rejection. 

It never came. 

This thing between them. It was insane. 

She knew it.

Knew what other people saw when they glanced in their direction.

A human lowering herself with half-demon company. 

But she couldn't bring herself to care. 

She had seen something in his eyes.
The intensity of his stare.

He was like her. 
At least she had hoped he was. 

The first time they had slept together had been tender, whispered sweet nothings, caring caresses. 

But he could tell it wasn't enough, that she could take more.

The next night he sat her down and made her admit it. 
Every secret wish.
All her darkest thoughts.

And had smirked.

He had that same smirk now. 
As he carefully sorted through her clothing.
A warm overcoat.
Fluffy socks.
No underwear, of course. 

Because he knew. 
What she wanted.
What she really needed.

And he was more than happy to provide. 

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He had lost his god damn fucking mind.
This was probably going to get him killed.
Not that he cared.

He had never really cared about anything. 

Until now.

Life as a half-demon was always a gamble. 

Nothing had ever really been his.
Jobs never lasted.
Rent was always late.

Reality felt like sand slipping through his fingers. 

He had seen her before that night.
She was impossible to miss, after all.

He hadn't even dared to think, but his dreams betrayed him.
Night after night.

She was his.
Completely.

His mate.

He tried to ignore the pull.
Pretend it didn't matter.

She was human.

Perfect. 

His touch would sully her.
He knew that.

He was trash.
Worse than that.

Utter scum. 

She deserved better than him.
His dirty fantasies. 

Part of him didn't seem to care.
Almost reveled at the thought.
Of taking her.
Making her his.

His bitch. 

He had fought the urges.
Pushed the dreams so deep into his soul he could pretend they weren't eating him from the inside out. 

The scent of her tears had broken him.
He found himself at her threshold in seconds. 

Reason overpowered by pure and consuming need.
And she had let him in.

Even then he kept the monstrous thing inside him locked tight. 

She didn't have a mark. 

He tried so hard not to leave one.

She wouldn't have it. 

There was a look in her eye.
Begging him to break her.
To make her dirty.
Asking him to hold the shattered pieces of her heart.

His soul was damned in that look.
Hers too. 

And when her pretty little mouth opened, foul things spilled from her perfect tongue.
He was done fighting. 

To say he had been unprepared was an understatement. 

He had thought his dreams obscene.
They were black and white compared to hers. 

Demon mating rituals were a complicated thing.
One that he knew shit all about.

She seemed to be some type of expert.
With eccentric taste.

He was more than happy to oblige.
Even if it meant spending over half his paycheck in dingy alleyway shops with backrooms that smelled of animal skins and metal.
And pervert shopkeepers who were a bit to liberal with advice. 

Not that he hadn't needed it.

Desperately. 

The monstrous urges fed his composure as he carefully wrapped the red scarf around her neck.

Her mouth puckered into a frown as the collar that staked his claim vanished under the silk. 

He pressed his thumb against her bottom lip as her eyes fluttered up to meet his. 

"You are mine." The words vibrated between them as he pulled her to his chest. "Say it."

"I'm yours."  She shivered as he traced to the corner of her mouth. 

"And what am I?" The question was a breath lost in her hair.
He filled his lungs with her scent. 

"Mine." She whined as her lips wrapped around his thumb. 

He swallowed the fluttering feeling in his chest.
Stick to the plan.

Please her.

He could be a love struck puppy in the afterglow.
She would pet him mindlessly as she descended from the heavens.
Let him lather her in soap and praise. 

But in this moment.
She was in heat.

His bitch.

And he would deliver.

Even if it killed him. 

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He had called it training.
A walk in the park. 

She took the elevator.
He the window.
Made her promise to be good.
Sent her on her way.
Into the dark.

Alone. 

But not really.
She felt him in the shadows, his movement with her step. 

He had marked the path for her to follow.
Red threads from which she did not stray. 

The chilly air swirled under her coat as she walked in the moonlight.
Something inside her tightened with every step. 

By the time she had rounded the pond her knees were weak.
The thought of him.
Somewhere out there.
Watching her.
It was overwhelming. 

She had wanted this.
How did he know?

Maybe that's how this worked.
This thing between them.

Like how she felt the heat of his gaze on her.
Even from the void of black trees. 

They had walked side by side only once.
Any more would be suspicious.

Dangerous.

Society would not tolerate it.
The authorities would be all too pleased. 

So he would follow not far behind.
Be perched in her window by the time she opened her door. 

They would shed their skins and just be. 

The weight of the collar was the only thing holding her down as she opened the door now. 

All that mattered was him.

Being his.

Warm hands pressed against her cheeks as soon as the door closed. 

His lips felt like fire as he brushed them against hers. 

"Such a good girl." He shredded the scarf in a blink as the coat dropped to the floor.
"God." He sucked in a breath as he pushed her firmly down onto the couch to remove her socks. "You look fucking...." He couldn't even be bothered with words as his fangs grazed her skin. 

The cold had soaked through her.
Every nerve was oversensitive. 

The warmth he gave was everything to her now.
The rough calluses of his hands.
Hot breath on her skin. 

She shuttered as he worked his way up her body, tongue tracing her hip, the curve of her stomach before stopping just below her nipple.

Large hands pressed her hips into the cushion as she squirmed. 

She bit her lip.
He smirked.

"Trying not to beg?" Hot breath washed over her impossibly chilly skin and she whimpered with a nod. 

"Such a good little bitch." His tongue flicked and her whole body jerked in response.
"Speak."

"Please." Her back arched to try and press her breast into his mouth.

"Keh." He pulled back. "Use your words like a good little slut."

They spilled out of her without a single thought.
"Please. Will you please hold me? Play with me? I want it so badly. Please lick me. Please..." She was whimpering again, hips grinding nothing as he pulled further away.

He let the tips of his claws graze along her chest until they reached the collar. "Where do you want my tongue?" 

"My..." She sucked in a breath. "...please I want you to lick my tits. Everywhere. Please touch me. Play with me..." Her back arched again as he dropped half an inch.
"Please...my breasts. Please lick my..."

She screamed when he finally descended, tongue circling her hard nipple while a hand cupped the other breast. 

"Oh god...ohmygo..." He flicked the other with a finger and she bucked.

"Is that what you wanted?" He teased as she nodded wordlessly, wide eyes begging, cheeks still rosy from the frosty air.
"Speak." 

"I wanit pleasemore." She reached for him.
He snatched her wrists with his free hand and pinned them above her head.

"You did well today, Kagome.
One day, when you are well trained.
Where it's safe.
I will chase you down.

Run you until you can't breathe.
Steal the air that's left in your lungs with my kiss.

Fuck you so hard we flatten the earth beneath us. 

You want that, don't you?"

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"Sooooo...."

Inuyasha cringed.
He knew this was inevitable. 
That just made it fucking worse.

"How did it gooo?" The tone of his question matched the inappropriate nature of its content. 

"Keh." He stalked away, ducking between aisles in a pointless attempt to avoid the practically beaming pervert trailing behind.

"Did she like the red? Did YOU like the red? If you are having second thoughts, the green velvet is still available." 

Miroku, the ever chatty creep of a shop keep, never missed the opportunity to make a sale. 
Or push Inuyasha's god damn fucking patience right off a cliff. 

Yet here he was.
Because. 
Unfortunately. 
Annoyingly.
He needed him.

"Don't forget to clean and treat the piece after use, wouldn't want it to turn rough against her skin, would you?" 

Inuyasha pretended to be very interested in condoms. 

"Maybe she likes it rough..." Miroku's rambling thoughts were cut short by Inuyasha's hand around his throat.

"Shut your mouth or you will be using that needle of yours to sew your jaw back on." 
He released his hold with a shake, red eyes bleeding into white. 

Miroku sunk against the wall for a moment.
He let out a small chuckle as he rubbed his throat. 
"My apologies, I didn't realize there was a bond involved."

A bond?

"Most of my patrons are lookie-loo's and cosplayers. It's rare I get to cater to a fated pair."
Mroku straightened, holding out his hand without a hint of hesitation. 
"I shall not speak of her again."

Inuyasha took a deep breath, willing the monster to settle.
There was no threat.
She was safe.

He shook it once without ceremony and turned his attention back to lubes. 

"But my wife on the other hand, I could speak of my queen until kingdoms fall. Beauty, brains and brawn. How a man such as myself got so lucky, I swear, I can not say. I try not to think of it much honestly. What if the universe catches on that she is so completely beyond me? And yet here I am, allowed to worship at the altar of her ass. Can you believe she gave me the money to start this business?"

Inuyasha one hundred percent could. 
How else would this weirdo pay rent?

"She is such an inspiration. Her club is doing so well she toying with the idea of expanding!"
Miroku found him in the lingerie isle. 
"Have you been?"

"Where?" He moved on to the shoes. 

"To her club? Slayer? I thought for sure you would have been at least once."

"I..." Inuyasha stuttered as he stumbled into strap-ons.

"It's two blocks up to the right." Miroku waved him off as he made his way to an open box of new inventory. 
"And from what I have observed, your mate..." Miroku paused for a moment as if showing respect, a white dress hanging in the air between them like surrender. "...would enjoy the experience."

Inuyasha jaws slacked open at the complete idiocy of the utterance. 
"We...I...Are you trying to get us killed?" 

Miroku smiled, almost softly, as he took a step closer, handing him the dress. 
"Your kind is welcome there, as is hers. You won't even stand out in that crowd. Your mate on the other hand..." Miroku's signature grin flashed as he dodged a clawed swipe with ease.
"Kidding!"

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It was getting harder to pretend. 
The words on pages blurred.

Hours stretched into eternities. 

She had never experienced anything like this. 

Her work had always been her life.
Now it almost seemed pointless.

Just a barrier.

From being his. 

If nothing else her position gave her the perk of being able to daydream a bit between meetings.

But it wasn't enough. 

She wanted him.

Another call took her mind hostage and time once again slowed to an existential crawl.

Decision after decision.
Until there was nothing left of her.
Until she was numb.

Before.
There was nothing to do but go home.
Drink a bottle of wine.
Try not to drown in the bathtub.

Now.
Everything was different. 
She almost let herself hope.

Maybe it was more then a perverted fascination. 
All this time, maybe she knew.

Maybe it was fate.
A cruel twist of it.

Her spine went straight at the sound of a knock on her door. 

"Come in." She tried to mask the annoyance with a smile.

"Good afternoon!" 

Her stomach dropped.

"Hello Hojo, what brings you here?" She tried not to cringe as he settled on the chair across from her. 

"Wonderful to see you Kagome, as always." He straightened her name plate on the desk.
She shifted awkwardly.

"Is there something I can do for you?" God let this moment end.

He moved to the edge of his seat. "Have you given any thought to our discussion?"

Her heart skipped a beat. 
"That matter is closed."

Hojo blinked.
Then smiled in the way someone does when they think persistence is charming.
"Oh. I just thought, with the holidays coming up, you might reconsider. People get sentimental this time of year."

She inhaled slowly through the nose.
"Hojo."

He leaned in.
Unbothered. 
"I found a great little restaurant that does seasonal tasting menus."

"Hojo." She held up a hand, firmer now. "I'm not interested. Not now, not later. Stop asking."

He faltered.
For a moment.  
As if the idea of her saying no simply didn't compute.

"I just assumed that with how often we work together, with how close our families are..."

"Hojo. We are colleagues. That's all."
She stood.

So did he.

"Christmas is such a beautiful time of year don't you think?" He followed her down the hall. "Its the time of year people realize what they truly want in life, wouldn't you agree?"

He snatched her hand as she reached for the coffee pot. 

"I hope you find your festive spirit, Kagome. I look forward to seeing it."
And with that he was gone.

She was fucking pissed.

She steadied her nerves with sips of caffeine and emails. 
By the time she looked up from her work it was past 11.

His shift would be over soon.
And they would walk home apart.

She pressed her thighs together, insides tumbling.
Shivered in the heat of her office.

Walking home would never be the same again. 

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He looked over his notes.
For the hundredth time.

The first training session had gone well. 

The route he planned had kept them completely isolated, thanks to a few well placed hazard signs and broken lamp bulbs. 

He had put her in danger.
Exposed her.

But not really.

At least that's what he kept telling himself. 

His heartbeat increased as visions from that night flashed.

God he hated himself.
He had loved every damned second of it. 

Watching from the dark.
Tracking every move. 

The way her heat burned away the lingering chill.
The way she clung to him.
Begged for it.

He was a monster,

He new something was off the second she stepped off the elevator. 
By the time she had reached the sidewalk across the street blood was dripping from where his claws dug into his palms.

It took everything in him not to run to her.
Swoop her into his arms.
Fix whatever was wrong. 

He stuck to the shadows. 
Held back by society's leash.

She was trying to hide it. 
He could tell.
Trying to be strong.

He could smell true lust soaking through the panic that lingered on her skin. 

It made the monstrous thing in him rage. 
Rattling the cage he had so crudely trapped it in. 

He held a breath. 
Forcing calm. 

She needed him. 
Not this. 
Feral rage.

His step faltered. 
Thoughts churned.
A growl formed deep. 

The collar was around her neck before the door slammed. 
She crumbled into his arms as he swept her up. 

He kissed the salt from her cheeks. 

"Fucking Hobo." He grumbled as he settled them onto the couch.

"Hojo." She hiccupped as she tucked her head under his chin. 

"Want me to kill him?" It really wasn't a joke. 

"Maybe." She nuzzled against his neck.

He growled low in his chest as her mouth found his collarbone.
Soft kisses turned into nips.
He pulled away slightly.
Clinging to reason.

Her brow was creased in a way usually reserved to talking about politics. 
"I wanted to slap him. He won't take no for an answer.
He is being purposefully obtuse.
I just wanted to scream your name as I punched his oblivious face.
But what do you do when the guy who's family makes up over half the board is convinced he can make you love him."

"He is a viable match."
He could have bit his own tongue off and swallowed it. 
"Powerful family.
Old money. 
He could take care of you." 

He was staring at the collar now. 
It was the most expensive thing he owned. 

"Hey." Soft hands guided his face until his nose touched hers.
"Don't you ever say shit like that again, or I will do a lot worse then punch you."

"Such a bitch."

She shifted, straddling him. 
"Don't forget.
You are mine."
Her hips moved as she looked at him with those eyes.
"What we do. 
It goes both ways. 
You are not allowed to talk like that. 
Consider it a rule."
His ear twitched as she worked at the buttons of his shirt. 
"I am your bitch.
Remember that."
Her fingers trailed the defined muscles of his chest
"I submit" 
Her hips rolled.
He whined.
"You chase.
Protect.
Provide.
Fuck."

She giggled at the possessive rumble in his chest
He stopped her hand as it glided down to his zipper.

"So needy." He smirked at her disappointed pout as he lifted her off her perch. 
"Have you even eaten today?" 
Her stomach answered for her.
She blushed. 
"Can't leave you alone for one second can I?"

Giggles broke through as he carefully removed her work clothes. 
She blushed as he circled her slowly, eyes hungry.

"Now go take a bath, I know you want one." he turned her toward the hall.
Landed a solid slap on her ass.

A sad sigh left her lips as he removed the collar at her throat with the key around his neck.

"Can I get one for the bath too?"

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Inuyasha watched her eat.
Watched her eyes move from the plate to the bag sitting between them on the table. 

He loved her like this.
Content.
Excited.
Horny.

His. 

She chewed her last bite slowly, focus now honed on the purple bag. 

He sipped his drink.
"Are you ready for your treat?" 

She bit her bottom lip with a nod.
Her attention settled on him.

"Do you think you really deserve it?'

She shifted in her seat.

"Test." He needed to be sure. 
Needed her approval. 
Her crossed fingers raised reflexively to her chest. 

Permission granted.

"It's your fault ya know? 
That men are obsessed with you."
She swallowed, making the lock on the collar jingle softly. 
"Looking like you do." 
He took another sip. 

He was panicking. 

He had not planned on doing this tonight. 
His script was only half prepared. 
The blindfold had to wait till his paycheck cleared. 

"You like it.
Don't you? 
The attention."

Rationally he knew he was saying all the wrong things.
Hurtful things.
Humiliating things. 

The change in her scent as he spoke was anything but rational.

This is what she wanted. 
He knew that.
Even if it made no fucking sense.

It felt right.

Her breath was quicker now. 
"You act so perfect. So pure." 
Heart fluttered.
"Like such a good little human.
Do you think they know?"
He motioned her over with a finger.
"Do you think they can tell?"
Pulled her down over his knees. 
"I think you need to be punished."
One arm held her in place.
"For trying to fool everyone."
 He yanked her panties down. 
"Are you a good girl, Kagome?"

She stuttered.
"I'm a good girl."

The slap cracked against her bare ass.
She screeched as he held her still.

"But are you?"
His claws grazed the mark he had left.
"Are you a good girl?"

She tried to nod, he increased the pressure of his hold. 
"Speak."

"I'm a good girl."
His hand made contact again. 
The force of it shot straight through her body. 
Piercing something deep.
She groaned.

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm..." his grip loosened enough to allow her to lift her ass higher. "...I'm a good girl."

The next strike landed off center.
She whimpered.

"Stop lying." He chided as his claws traced up her spine.
"What are you?"

"I..."Her thighs squeezed tighter."I'm a..."
He scratched along her hipbone.
"I'm a bad girl"
This one landed perfectly against her core.
"I'm a bad girl"

Another.
Like lightning.

"That's right." He lifted her just enough to nip at her ear.

"I'm a bad girl."
Her back arched when the next landed.
"Please..."Her hips moved, desperate for contact. 

"Begging now?" He clicked his tongue. "So needy."

"I'm a bad girl." 

Tears formed as he smacked her with enough force to shift the chair they were sitting on.

"Such a fucking bitch." He praised as her legs spread.

She smelled absolutely feral now.
Pleading sounds spilled from her throat as he rubbed the red skin with his palm. 

"I'm a badbitch." breathless words, more like moans.

A slap directly against her aching cunt made her cum, body shaking as he held her through it. 

He chuckled as she went limp.
Draped over his legs.
Mumbling obscenities. 

Feeding the monster.

"What do bad bitches deserve as a treat, Kagome?" 
His fingers traced her wet slit as she whimpered.

"Cum." 
She tried to press into his hand, he held tighter.

"You think you deserve to cum again?" The heel of his hand pushed against her.
She moaned as her hips ground into it, head shaking violently from side to side.

"No...I want..." His fingers found their way between her folds.
He loved when she was like this.
"Please I want your cum I want you inside me. Please." 
He shifted them effortlessly.
Her chest pressed against the table as his pants dropped. 
"I'm a bad girl and I deserve it. 
I deserve your cum." 
Her ass swayed, head turning to watch his cock slap against it.

"God you are such a slut." 
More whimpering as he teased her with the tip, spreading precome.
Pressed in ever so slightly before pulling back to slap her dead center. 

"You want my cock deep inside don't you? 
Want to feel it throb. 
Clench around it as I play with those perfect fucking breasts that other perverts think about as they touch themselves."
He pulled her off the table by her hair with one hand while the other fondled harshly.

"Please I need it so bad. Let me have it like a good little bitch. Fuck me please.Ohmygod..."
He pinched and twisted.
One then the other.

"FuCK meplease I wanttofeel your cum deep inside of me." 
He was losing control now. 
She was driving him wild. 
The way her body shook when his cock left her empty.
Over and over again, not enough to satisfy. 

He wanted to push her over the edge.
Make her feel as crazed as he did in the moment.
"Thats right, beg for it." 

He pressed against the small of her back.
Her weak knees spread as he let his cock sink just a bit further before pulling out completely, slapping it against her slit as she tried to speak.

"Pleaugh...fuck me untilIscream...am a ba...bad girl...ndI need it deep like the little bitch thatIam."

He slapped her ass as the tip pressed just enough to make her hips buck.

"You like it when they look at you, don't you?" 

"Yes" she whimpered. 
He let it sink another inch.

"Like that they think of you when they touch themselves?"

"Yes" Her whole body twitched.
Inches of his cock sliding in and out with her frantic moments.

He let her.
Fuck herself with barely enough.
For a moment.

Curses spilled out when he forced her back down onto the table.
Leaving her empty.

"You like that they picture you like this. a needy bitch begging to be filled."

"I'm a needy bitch." She tried to reach between her legs to relieve some of the ache.

He moved.
Pinned her arms between her chest and the hardwood.
"They want to cover that pretty little face of yours with cum you know."
Turned her head to lick the tears streaking her cheek.
"Tie you up so you can't run away and use your pussy until you couldn't even if you tried."
God she looked fucking perfect right now.
"Fuck you so hard you loose your voice from screaming."
He lined up again.
"Wrap their hands around that pretty neck and squeeze until you see stars."
Teased with slow circles.
"But they cant do that can they?"

"No." He was impressed with the certainty in her voice as her body shook beneath him. 

He let his cock sink slowly. 
Stopped with far too much left exposed.
She cried in dissatisfaction. 
Hips bucked wildly as he held her down. 

"Why?" 
She was too far gone for words now. 
He could feel the demon taking full control.
The sight of her.
Lost in it. 
Giving herself over to him.

Completely.

"Because you're mine."
His cock throbbed and she came.
"My bitch to fuck." 
He forced himself as deep as she could handle.
"To fill with cum over and over and over again."
Let her grind against him.
"Fucking bitch."
Claws scratched red lines down her porcelain back.
"Spread your legs."
She let out a howl as his cock slipped out with a pop.
"Wider."
She obeyed.
She was dripping now.
He couldn't resist. 
"Don't you fucking move."
He descended. 
Licked and sucked
Devoured as she struggled to comply.
A demonic groan rumbled when her bite on her bottom lip drew blood.
He crawled up her body to lick it clean.
"Get on the table bitch."
He moved her helpless limbs in place.
"I wanna watch my cock disappear inside that perfect cunt of yours. "

"Please."
He loved the way she sounded mid-fuck. 

She was spread wide, back on the table, ass hanging off the edge.
"I'm the only one who gets to see you like this."
The whites of his eyes had turned pink.
"Fuck you like this."
Her arms were still clutched against her chest, pressing her flushed breasts together.
"Let me see."
She moved them above head.
"I want you to scream."
His claws pinched both nipples in unison.
The sound was piercing. 
"Thats right you little bitch."
He pressed into her with his hips 
Made her writhe.

"Please,Inu...inuyash....fuc....fuck mei needitsobad."

She mewed as his hands left her sore tits.
"Do you want it?"
Spread her pussy open wide.
"Can you take it all?"
His cock bushed up and down against her swollen lips.

"Makemeyourbitch please Inuyasha."
She arched off the table to force him in.

His hips snapped to meet hers.
"You asked for this."
The pace was brutal. 
"You can take it."
He could see the bruises forming under his grip on her tighs.
"You want this don't you?"

"More." The throaty groan broke half way through.

He forced her open wider.
"Bitches need it hard, don't they?
Her walls fluttered around him.
"You need to feel it deeper."
He pulled out without warning. 

She sobbed. 
He chucked low.
Pulled her up slightly.
Placed a glass of water against her lips. 

"I won't be able to control myself in a moment." The words were strained as she sipped.
"Are you sure?" His eyes searched hers for any hesitation.

"Fuck your bitch, mutt."
The glass smashed forgotten against the floor as she claimed his lips, forcing her body onto his cock as much as the position would allow.

He snapped. 
Snarled into the kiss as she went lip beneath him.
It was all she could do.
He was fucking her so hard. 
In a blur.
Cock hitting with such brutal accuracy one orgasm bled into another. 

He pinned her hips down.
The table cracked. 
He fucked her even harder. 

Her body responded the instant it started. 
"Yesss...please...yesss."
She ground her hips as his relentless pace stalled.
Pussy convulsed around him as the tip started to swell.

He roared as he came. 
Claws pricking red marks along her hips as he claimed every possible inch of her.

His dick had doubled in size by this point.
Head firmly locked.
Forcing his cum to soak her fully.

She was barely conscious in the midst of it. 
He wasn't much better
The knot held them both hostage.

Every shift, each twitch. 
Drove them both mad. 

She couldn't stop. 
Her hips ground into it.
He whimpered into her neck.
Teeth scraped skin.
Ears rang with the echo of her screams as they turned to pleading whimpers.

"Such a good girl." He struggled against the haze of hormones to speak. 
"Knotted and still begging for it."
He pulled her to his chest. 
"Take it all for me."
Her arms wrapped around his neck.
"God it feels so good to be buried in you"
Legs clenched around him.
"Such a little cum slut."
Another scream tore from her lungs. 
"You make my cock twitch when you sound like that."
It throbbed inside her, bigger still.
He groaned as she fluttered.
Pressed against her core.
She came again.

And again.

And again.

Chapter Text

She came too with his tongue buried deep in her pussy. 
Licking slowly.

"There she is." He almost purred.
"My beautiful little bitch."

She hummed.
Hands grabbed blindly in the air. 

He obeyed her silent decree. 
Gentle fingers played with the soft fur of his ears as he settled next to her.

"You did so well, Kagome."
She smiled dreamily.
Shifted to cradle his face against her breast. 

She felt full and empty all at once.

"Felt good." She mumbled into his hair. 
"How many times did I..."

He growled approvingly, smiling against her skin.
"Thirteen, you are such an unholy little thing."

She flicked his ear softly with a grin.
"Didn't know you could do that."
His cock twitched against her thigh.

"Me neither." He admitted.
"How do you feel?" A hint of worry laced the question.

She shifted slightly.
Testing.

"Ok." 
His nose crinkled at the lie.
"Sore." She blushed.

His eyes glazed with thought.
"I licked everywhere I could reach, the spots on your hips already healed."

Her hands pressed against his cheeks, pulling his attention back to her. 
"You did a good job, Inuyasha" She praised softly.
His ears tucked back.
"Thank you for taking such good care of me." 

A contented noise left his throat as he nuzzled into her neck.
"Bath time for my bitch."
She giggled as he lifted into his arms.

The bath was already drawn.
Water the perfect temperature. 

An unscented candle flickered shadows.
Her eyes tracked him as he moved around the bathroom.

She blushed.
"So." 
 So did he.

"Yea." He fluffed the towels again.
"I've never...It's never...I don't understand...I can't even...." 

Water splashed 
She tugged him close.
Let it soak his clothes as he cried.

"I'm not worth it. 
Not this. 
I don't know what the fuck I'm doing."
He choked.
"We can't do this.
You can't be with me.
You deserve a house and a life and a bab..." His voice broke.

"It wouldn't be enough." 
Her eyes held his.
“It's all pointless."
Pulled him in.
“Without you."
Settled against his chest as the bath overflowed.

He scoffed from somewhere in her hair.
"We're making a mess." 

She played with the fingers of his hand idly.
"Its just water." 

He threaded them through hers.
"I didn't mean the bathroom."
Held tight.

"You're right. We are making a mess of it."
She rest her head on his shoulder.
"A mess in a broken toxic world full of fires no one bothers to put out."
Brought their hands up to her cheek.
“One that defines worth by the names of my ancestors.”
She kissed his thumb.
“The lineage of yours.”

"It's more than that and you know it."
He pulled her closer.

"Better than you."
She nipped his forearm lightly.
"I'm the Demon mating expert in this relationship."

He tensed.

She sighed.
"I didn't mean it like that."

He scoffed softly.
"Ain't my fault."

She shifted, water sloshing.
"No. but it is messy."
She met sceptical eyes.
"Have you ever heard of a bonded pair?"

"Of course."
Once.

"Well..." 
Her gaze fell to the calm surface between them.
"I've only heard of it happening with demons."
He shifted.
"And it's not like I can search half-demon bonding statistics online."
He scoffed.
"But....lately....I think...maybe..."

"What would that mean...for us?"
He moved closer.

"I'm not sure honestly. Bonded mates are reported to share one anothers live span. Some can even feel the others emotions, are able to heal one another..."

"Like when I..."

"Yea..."
Her eyes found his again.
"You said that it had never happened with anyone else.
Right?"

He broke the contact.
"No." 
Not that he had a lot of chances to test it.

"So, yes.
It's messy."
Hands settled against his chest.
"Yes, it's dangerous."
Claws scratched softly as he pulled her closer.
"Yes, society has a different plan for me."
Golden eyes squeezed shut to stop the tears.
She cupped his jaw gently.
“Look at me.”
He didn’t.
So she leaned in, forehead against his.
“I said yes to you,” she murmured.
“Not a checklist. Not a future someone else expects me to want.”
His breath hitched.
“And if bonded pairs are real.
If that’s what this is.
Then you don’t get to decide alone that you’re not worthy of it.”

His throat worked, unsteady.
 “I just... I don’t want to trap you.”

She kissed away tears.
"What if I like when you trap me?"

The purple bag still lay where it had fallen on the floor.
Forgotten.

For now.

Chapter Text

He really shouldn't be doing this.
The top floor was empty.
Emergency exits casting red shadows.
Like a warning.

He ignored it.

The door to the office creaked as it opened. 
Trash emptied.
Vacuum sucked.

He tracked the sweep of the hallway security camera.
Waited for the pivot.
Timed it perfectly.

The leather chair swiveled.
Clawed fingers made quick work of it.
Two screws. 
That was all it took. 
He had tested. 

They jingled in his pocket.
He locked the door behind him. 

What he wouldn't give to see the aftermath. 

It didn’t take long.

The new moon rose the day after.

She wore the red dress he bought her.
A scarf.

His black shirt matched his hoodie. 

They walked.
Hand in hand.
She leaned close.
He blushed. 

They pretended it was normal.
Got a nightcap at the same seedy bar as the last time. 

"Something interesting happened at work today."
Kagome looked at him through her lashes.

"Oh?" He failed to hide his smirk.

“Craziest thing,” 
 Stirred her drink.
“Apparently Hojo’s chair completely fell apart right before a really important meeting. He took his computer down with him when he dropped, ripped his Armani suit, and spilled coffee all over that weird portrait of his dad that hangs above his desk.”

“Keh.”
He sipped his water.
“Sounds like karma.”

“Yeah.”
Her stare lingered.
“Something like that.”

Chapter Text

"Ok you fucking pervert..."
Inuyasha's fist slammed against the worktable.
"Talk."

Miroku looked up from his work, eyes twinkling.
"Well isn't it my favorite customer?  How did the..."

"Cut the shit, I need answers." 

"In good spirits as always I see."
Miroku motioned to the chair against the wall.

“I’m fine standing.”

“You’re vibrating like a hitachi. 
Sit."

He plopped down, leg shaking.

"So what brings you back to my humble workshop?"
Inuyasha gagged on a scoff.
"Must be pretty desperate considering last time you said it smelled like death and poison."
Miroku capped the dye.
""Did you have issues with the..."

"I need you to tell me everything you know about that bond shit?"

"Like Bond, James Bond?" 
His impression gained only scorn.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Both legs now.

"As much as I love being the man with the answers, I'm afraid my knowledge is not extensive on the subject."
Inuyasha's ear fell flat. 
"What I can say is they are real. There are many documented cases of demons bonding with their mates. Some even claim these are fated pairs."
Inuyasha leaned forward
"Soul bound together, drawn to one another through the ages."

"What about humans?" Inuyasha's ears were trained on him now. 
“Well?” he snapped.

Miroku sighed.
Folded his arms.
Leaned back against the table.
Deeply enjoying himself.

“In theory? Humans can’t participate in demon bonds. It’s a biological mismatch. Too much spiritual variance, not enough youki, no compatible energy pathway...”
Inuyasha’s eyes darkened.
Jaw tightened.
“...in theory,” Miroku repeated pointedly. “Which, incidentally, is not the same as never.”

Inuyasha swallowed hard.
“Explain.”

Miroku tapped his chin thoughtfully.

“There are anomalies. Rare ones. Half-demons have always been the biggest question mark. Their energy signatures aren’t consistent, some skew human, some skew demon, some change depending on the lunar cycle…” 
He trailed off.
Eyed Inuyasha meaningfully. 
“Some fluctuate when emotionally compromised.”
Inuyasha’s foot resumed bouncing, twice as fast.

"But as I said before. I'm not an expert on the subject."

"Then who the fuck is?!"

Chapter Text

Family dinner
She loved them.
Once upon a time.
She still did. 
But it was different now.

With him.
Without him.

Gramps sipped his sake.
Told the same stories.
She found herself thinking.
He would have liked that one. 
The curry is too spicy. 

Sota was doing well in school. 
Ma had started painting classes.
Everyone was happy.

Normal.

And she just sat there 
Missing him. 

Ma could tell. 
But she never pressed.

"So. When do you plan to settle down?"
Gramps on the other hand.

"Not this again."
Souta moaned.

"This is hardly dinner conversation."
Ma chided.

Kagome waited for the guilt to swallow her whole.
What could she say?

Well, actually, I have a boyfriend.
He works at my office and he’s a half-demon so you’d probably throw salt at him if he tried to step on shrine grounds.
Also, we might be bonded. Or magically entangled. Or cosmically doomed, I’m still researching.
Please pass the miso.

She picked up her chopsticks.
Nudged her rice around.
“I’m… not in any rush,” she said lightly.
Lied lightly.

Ma changed the subject.
Souta took another scoop of curry.

And Kagome sat there.
All the while aching.

He should be here.

Chapter Text

He had never, in his life, seen someone pour tea so fucking slow.

His claws clicked against the wood.

"Best not scratch this table."
The pot finally found the trivet. 

She sat across from him. 

"Didn't the pervert tell you why I was coming?" 
Harsher than he intended.

"Vagaries. Though I prefer source material."
She sipped. 
Waited.
Poured.

He scoffed.
This old hag was as stubborn as he was. 

"I need to know about bonds."
Like a kitten hissing.

"Why?"
She sipped. 

"Reasons."
He looked anywhere but her.

"Indeed."
The cup was empty. 
"Half-demons are rare."
Poured another cup.

"No shit."
He lifted his. 

“But not unheard of.”
Her gaze sharpened. 
“What is unheard of is a half-demon forming a true bond.”
Ears flattened.
"Demons bond often enough.
Mated pairs whose souls thread together. 
But humans..."
A sip.
"Humans like myself are told such things are impossible."

“Told by who?”
Jaw tightened.

“By those who needed us to believe the lie.”

His claws clicked again. 
“Start making sense.”

"Humans can bond."
An empty cup.
"Some of us anyway."
He blinked.
"That is why the cast system was implemented."
Teeth barred.
"Bonds between demons and humans are powerful things.
Some say more so than demon bonds. 
Though the offspring of such relationships proved sterile."
Shifted awkwardly.
“So they enacted class relegations.”
She stood. 
“To prevent contamination with human bloodlines.”
She paused, eyes on him.
“Not to protect humans.”
Her voice lowered.
“But to control them.”
Iron beneath the calm.
"Next time bring the girl."

"I never said..." Inuyasha stood as she shuffled to the door.

"His head is thicker than yours.
I think you will need a bigger hammer for this one."

"Haven't met one I can't pound out yet my dear." 
A figure appeared in the doorway.
“Not about to start now.”
The old demon gave Inuyasha a long, knowing look.
“Go on. Before you start shedding on our floor."

Chapter Text

He had more questions now than when he started this whole mess.
He hated questions.
They always seemed to get him in trouble. 

Kagome was still gone. 
He hated that too.
When she left.

She had insisted he stay with her.
After she found out how he lived.

It wasn't that bad.

He stayed.

Always gone by daybreak.
Never left a trace.
Just in case. 

Minutes passed
"Where the fuck is..."

The click of her heals on pavement.
Creak of the lobby door.
Elevator gears whirled.
The blessed ding.

She sighed as his arms encircled her.
"It's like living two lives."

"Keh."
Nose buried in her hair.

"They don't even know me.
Not really." 

"Soft or hard?"
Pleading.

"Soft please."
Barely a whisper.

Shoes fell from her feet as he claimed her in an effortless lift.

"What is it about being there that makes me feel so small?"

"Couldn't say." He curled around her in bed.

Fingers played with silver strands.
"When I was younger,
before gramps boarded up the well,
I fell in looking for buyo.
I remember,
It felt like forever.
Like it would never end. 
The universe opened up and swallowed me. 
It took hours for them to find me.
Ma said it was a miracle I wasn't hurt.
Gramps claimed that it was my destiny."

"To fall?" 

"Maybe."

They shifted.
Cheek brushing against her breast. 
Fingers rubbed lazy circles at the base of his ears. 

"Being back there.
It feels like I'm falling again. 
This rushing sense of dread that never passes."

"Do you feel that way now?"
Claws traced along her arm.

"Now I feel your heart beat.
Now I can breathe."
Nuzzled closer.

"I met someone today." 
Half drunk on the scent.

"Mmm?"
Coming undone.
"Are you starting a harem?"

Growled.
Low.
"Not funny."