Chapter 6

Kagura's sexual experience was limited to yielding her body to Naraku's vicious demands and performing, as he commanded, with Kanna. Kagura was always to be the active one, whether she was licking and toying with Kanna's ghostly, childlike genitals or filling them with jade phalluses that Naraku provided and thrusting them in and out as Kanna remained impassive and wide-eyed. Kanna never complained about these acts—or about anything else Naraku did or did not do to or for them. Kagura apologized to her "sister" when they were alone, but Kanna expressed only perplexity: why should apology be needed to fulfill their Lord's commands?

Thus, Sango's pleasure was as new to Kagura as her ability to bring it. She was not without desire herself, in many more ways than sexual. She often wished she was as empty a vessel as Kanna, ready to be filled with whatever their sire needed—or arbitrarily demanded. Why had he made her a creature of wants beyond serving him? Was Kanna dissatisfying to him in her obedience? Did he always want one to serve yet challenge him, to obey in some ways and rebel in others? Did his perversity know bounds?

Such questions retreated to the dullness of a gentle breeze as she warmly assisted the beautiful Sango in sliding between her slender legs and bringing her mouth to kiss her bare flesh. Such a sweet mouth upon such a sweet soul. Naraku had endeavored with particular vileness to twist that soul, to turn it as black as her thick, hair that spilled down her back and over Kagura's thighs as she spread Kagura open and began, in her tentative yet determined way, to feed. Naraku could not touch Sango, and the slayer's touch—with all of its innocence and strength—made Kagura nearly swoon at the first luck.

When Sango halted, lifting her moist, shining face to ask "Am I doing this right?" with a hearty blush in her cheeks, Kagura felt a swell within that made her almost feel as if she held her heart in her own hands. "Your every touch is bliss," she murmured, and Sango smiled and returned to her tender labors.

If there were the golden, heavy-lidded eyes of a tall, elegant inuyoukai watching the entwined pair of lovers from within a stand of slender young oaks, the lovers did not for the moment notice. Sesshoumaru gazed upon the scene for long moments, having traced their scent as he and those who traveled with him were stopping to fish and bathe in a stream, not too far distant. He blinked softly and scratched a cheek with a graceful clawtip, noting this intimate anomaly with neither surprise nor disdain. True, he did not expect to come upon such a tryst, and these two in particular; however, it was not his way to concern himself with the animal pleasures of lower creatures such as the young, mortal slayer or the sly offshoot of the foul composite being that was Naraku.

Both had their reasons for actions, in their small ways, he could presume. And he was not entirely immune to Kagura's allure. Though he had considered it beneath him to indulge, her devious plotting and lack of bothersome emotional demands gave him inspiration enough to ponder the benefits of some brief assignation. Ultimately, he had opted against it, and he could see now that she had set her sights elsewhere.

Knowing his child was likely fighting her need for sleep by teasing and tussling with his vassal, he opted to watch a little longer, to indulge mental curiosity were there was neither harm nor overmuch boredom in doing so. What drew these two together for such display? True, "display" was perhaps an overstatement, as he smelled no other nearby and they seemed entirely unaware of his presence. And yet their writhing, moaning forms were hardly restrained. They were dizzy with desire, lacking control and, it seemed to the Lord of the Western Lands, equally enthusiastic about their pursuit of gratification.

This was no scenario of exploitation or exchange of information or secrets. Their tangled, sweating bodies, high moans, and the oversweetness of the slayer's scent suggested that, in her case at least, this was not even a simple matter of sexual release. What more it was did not truly interest Sesshoumaru. Whatever these two were sharing did not concern him nor offer him either valuable information or opportunity for gain. Certainly, it might endanger Kagura's existence. He scoffed, considering the sorceress a fool for risking such. And it could provide him an advantage in battle with his brother and his pathetic band, knowing he could mention the secret relationship as a form of betrayal. For at least a moment, one or more might find themselves offguard.

Tucking away the information in his mind and watching Kagura's body buck in what was likely orgasm (though she gave off no scent at this or any other time), the inu blinked slowly and thoughtfully, then vaulted silently into the air and headed back to Jaken and Rin.