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Kagome staggered through the door of her house and fumbled to take off her shoes. Thanks to the mistake her idiot coworker had made, everyone in the department had been forced to work overtime, and she'd only just caught the last train to make it home in time to sleep.

She glanced at the clock, wishing she'd have more rest, and not for the first time, she found herself reconsidering her decision not to take over the shrine. It wasn't too late to change her mind.

She stumbled over to the bed without changing her clothes and collapsed, pulling out her phone to scroll mindlessly through social media until she fell asleep.

"Hmm?" She eyed the direct message notification as it alerted her to a message. She almost never got messages these days on her personal account—everyone was just too busy—but this account was her little secret. It was the one place she could revel in her private fantasies without judgment.

Curiosity got the better of her. Most of the messages she got on this account were weird or creepy, so she'd probably just end up deleting and blocking this one, too.

But then she read the message.

I could fulfill those fantasies for you.

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Kagome stared at the text, her mouth dry. It wasn't the first message she'd gotten from a weirdo, and it wouldn't be the last, either. Some guys just thought that any girl who talked about sex online in any form was an easy lay. She received another message as soon as she read the first.

It appears that we have compatible interests.

She automatically moved to close and delete the DM, but then another message came through.

And this time, it included a picture.

It wasn't of his cock, but a perfectly sculpted male chest that would have been anyone's fantasy.

As you can see, the next message read, I maintain a good physique. I am more than capable of satisfying you.

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Kagome stared at his torso for far longer than she should have, tracking from the top of his broad shoulders down to the tapered striped hips. The photo stopped just before his cock would have been revealed.

There was no way a creep's body could look that good, she decided. He'd stolen the picture online from someone else's account. What a waste.

Yawning, she decided she should probably change after all, and set her phone down.

It would not be until later that she realized she'd never closed and blocked that DM.

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Kagome was almost as exhausted the next day, no thanks to yet another mistake at the hands of her coworker. She honestly didn't understand why the company hadn't fired the idiot yet, but until they did, she was stuck with him and his mistakes. 

At least today was Thursday, she thought. One more day until the weekend, and she could really indulge. She'd bought a couple of new toys, and they were due to arrive tomorrow afternoon. She could hardly wait.

Her phone vibrated as she walked in the front door, and she pulled out her phone to see another message from Mr. Fake Abs.

She nearly dropped her phone when she saw another topless selfie in her inbox—and this one had his username written on a paper he held up.

Damn, Mr. Fake Abs aka 'crimsonfang' was real.

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This is proof it is me. Her eyes drifted back to his beautiful body, scarcely able to believe her good luck in having witnessed it. She'd never seen a more beautiful male physique in her life.

I have been recently tested, and I am clean, his next message read as she continued to ogle his body. You will find my cock more than acceptable as well.

Her mouth fell open. Surely he wasn't suggesting...?

If you require more proof of my ability to please you, he added, I will show you.

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Kagome gaped at her phone. At first, she'd thought she'd misread his last message, but then she realized he was serious. He had just offered to snap his dick for her.

And, for the first time in her life, she was tempted. 

It defied all logic.

If you don't wish to meet me in person, his next message read, I am fine with phone sex, too. A pause, then, You are curious, aren't you? 

She shook her head. She was insane. She knew better than to encourage this. She should close the DM and block him.

Admit it. You are curious. She could almost see the smugness in his messages. I will satisfy your fantasies, woman.

The messages continued to come in, each one more tempting than the last. You wish to be knotted, do you not? You wish to feel a cock swell within you. You want to feel the seed flood you, filling you to the brim. You desire to feel the sting of teeth on your neck, claiming you.

I will do all of that for you.

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She'd lost her mind. There was no other explanation for why Kagome hadn't closed the DM and blocked him. She'd lost her ever-loving mind.

You still will not reply?

She sank down on her bed. She was aroused, and she shouldn't be. Dammit, was she turning into some sort of freak?

Shall I tempt you more?

And then she received another photo, this one of his bare chest and the thin towel wound around his hips that did little to obscure the thick bulge beneath it.

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Kagome swallowed. How long had it been? She had been satisfying herself for so long now, but it hardly compared to the real thing. And never, not once, had she ever dared to fully indulge in her fantasies.

Just as you desire, his next message read, I will tie you up. You will beg me for it. You will bend over, allowing me to fuck you hard and fast until you cannot breathe. Until you cannot think. Until all you can do is come around my cock, desperately begging for more.

His words built a picture of him fucking her from behind, and despite herself, Kagome wanted.

Oh, how she wanted.

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I will fuck you until you can think of nothing but me. Until you do not think you can handle more pleasure. But you can. You can handle it, just like you can handle this cock.

Show me. Maybe you're just all talk. She typed the words before she could think better of it. She'd never hungered so badly in her life. She needed it.

For a moment, he said nothing in response.

And then, suddenly, he shared a video message.

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She clicked it. She had to be insane, but she clicked it.

Her eyes were riveted to the screen as a hand with long, elegant fingers and beautifully manicured nails came into view. They slowly wrapped around a thick cock that shamed the girth of the two dildos she currently owed. 

She'd never wanted it so much in her life.

She licked her lips, tempted beyond measure. She'd never thought dicks were especially beautiful, but somehow, his was. 

And then his hand began to move. "Look at what you have done," a low, sensual timbre purred. "You are wet for me, aren't you?"

Kagome nearly dropped her phone.

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She was wet. She couldn't bring herself to admit it as she continued to watch him stroke himself in the video, but she was.

The video ended a few seconds later.

Did you enjoy that? his next message read. Would you like more?

He did not wait for a response. A few moments later, she had another video waiting for her.

This time, I want you to touch yourself while you watch it.

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She played the video and watched as he masturbated on the camera for her. 

"Are you touching yourself?" his voice asked her, seducing her as readily as his actions did. "Let your hands cup your breasts. Yes, like that," he purred as she automatically moved to obey him. "Good girl. Feel them in your hands and imagine your hands are mine."

She could do nothing less than obey.

"Tease around your nipples with your fingers before toying with them. You like that, don't you?" He continued to pump his cock on the camera. "Mmm. You do. Let yourself feel the pleasure. But your breasts alone are not enough, are they?"

No, they weren't.

"Touch yourself," he urged—no, demanded. "Touch yourself, and think of me. Think of me claiming you, woman, and filling you until you can take no more and come."

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She had never climaxed so fast in her life. Before he'd even met his pleasure in the video, she was trembling around her fingers. For the first time in over two years, she hadn't even needed one of her toys to orgasm. 

"Did you like that?" He panted as he continued to pump his cock as it leaked seed onto his stomach and hips. "Think of how much better it would be in person," he rumbled then just before the video ended.

She was helpless to do anything but. 

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Kagome did not just think of what it might be like, she dreamt of it that night. She all but dragged herself into the office the following morning, grateful it was Friday. If it had been earlier in the week, she didn't think she'd have made it.

"Uh oh." Mio eyed the coffee in Kagome's hands. "That kind of day, huh?"

Kagome plopped down at her desk beside her coworker. "Don't even ask."

Mio leaned closer to whisper, "You need to get laid, girl. You really need to get laid."

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Mio dragged Kagome out of the office for lunch, and it had only taken her a few minutes to get the full situation out of Kagome.

"I still can't believe I did that." Kagome dropped her face into her hands. "I don't even know who he is!"

"So what?" Mio licked her lips, looking very much at the moment like the kitsune she was. "Who cares what he looks like so long as he's got a dick and knows how to use it?"

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"Was it good?" Mio asked slyly, chuckling when Kagome flushed. "Listen, if it was that good, call him. If you're not going to call him, then let him help you get your rocks off again. It's good for you."

Kagome hesitated. For the first time in her life, she was tempted in a way she never had been before.

"If you're not going to call him," Mio shrugged as she sipped her melon boba tea, "then give me his number. I'm not about to let prime man go to waste."

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Kagome sat on the edge of the bed, drying her hair with a towel as she stared at her phone and the explicit messages she'd received. Her world had changed after the defeat of Naraku, and though she'd found traces of yokai in her era, the vast majority of them were gone.

It had been her friendship with Mio that had revealed why: they had created their own realm to escape the encroachment of humanity. Mio was the only one she'd met since her return.

Until now.

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Are you home?

Kagome exhaled as she set down her towel to answer him despite her earlier decision not to engage further. Yes.

Have you come to a decision regarding my offer?

Need began coursing through her as she recalled the striped cock she'd watched the night before. If he was yokai, he might have the answers she sought, but that was the furthest thought from her mind now. I want more. 

A moment later, she had another video message waiting for her.

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Refusal was now the furthest thing from her mind as she played the video.

A moment later, a hard chest and a thick cock come into view as he sits down before the camera. "Did you think of me today?"

Yes. Her mouth parts on the word as he watches him slowly stroke himself.

"Show me," he demanded then, rubbing the sensitive tip. "Show me how you thought of me. What you desire from me."

She swallowed. He wanted to watch her.

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There were a hundred reasons why she should not. She didn't know him—didn't even know who he was—nor what he'd do with the video once she sent it. Common sense advised that she should not.

"Show me," he commanded, pumping himself before the camera. "Show me how wet you are, woman. I need to see it."

Common sense flew out the window as she whimpered. Perhaps it was his blatant need, perhaps it was his desire for her, or perhaps it was her own, so long repressed.

It didn't matter. She wanted to please him.

With shaking hands, she got into a comfortable position and began to record.

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Kagome couldn't bring herself to talk as she lay before her phone. It felt weird, touching herself like this—or it did until she pictured a man's hands on her body, stroking her, teasing her, while his voice whispered in her ear praising her for how well she responded, how wet she was.

And a striped cock piercing her core.

Helpless to do anything else, she came.

And then, before she could talk herself out of it, she sent the video.

She received his reply a moment later, before he'd even had time to watch it: You did well, miko.

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The title didn't surprise her. Her username, after all, was 'sunsetmiko.'

His reply after he watched the video, however, did. Beautiful, his message read. You are beautiful in your pleasure.

She flushed at the praise.

Do you want this? A photo of his thick cock accompanied the message. All you have to do is say the word, miko, and it is yours. I will give you the pleasure you have only dreamt of until now.

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Where? Kagome's mouth dried as she saw the read indicator pop up on her message. She'd lost her mind; that was the only explanation for why she'd sent the damn message in the first place. But it was too late to take it back now. Maybe she should just block him and—

Here. His message included an address to a popular hotel near her home. One hour. Pack a bag, miko. You will not be going home tonight. 

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Kagome shifted her bag from one shoulder to the other as she entered the hotel lobby. She had the room number, but her finger hesitated on the elevator call button.

"Listen, if it was that good, call him. If you're not going to call him, then let him help you get your rocks off again. It's good for you."

Mio's voice ringing in her ears, Kagome pushed the damn button.

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You can do this, Kagome. She exhaled as she dithered for a moment outside the room. It doesn't have to mean anything. Besides, you've enjoyed yourself so far, right?

Her hand lifted to tap on the door.

The door opened a moment later, revealing the most beautiful man she'd ever seen.

And one she knew all too well.

Sesshomaru.

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Her mouth fell open. Kagome had never expected that Sesshomaru was the one sending her the explicit messages and videos.

And she had sent him a video back. Had she lost her mind? 

Did it even matter now?

She flushed as she noted every single stripe she saw on his bare form. She couldn’t take her eyes off him—

And then it hit her.

He was naked.

The door was still open. 

Without thinking, Kagome shoved him inside the room and closed the door behind them. 

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There were a million things she wanted to say to Sesshomaru then, but what came out of her mouth was, "Are you crazy, Sesshomaru? Someone could have seen you!" 

He pressed her back against the hotel door. "They could not," he replied, just centimeters from her lips. "Humans are incapable of seeing past the glamor this one used."

"But I saw you." Breathe, Kagome.

"You are different, miko. You have always been different."

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She was different?

Her mouth hung open as she tried to process both his words and the warmth of his body against her own. "You—"

"Quiet, miko." His voice was a seductive purr against her lips. "As I have promised, I will give you all that you desire—and more. You will want for nothing this night." He lightly nipped her lower lip. "Yield to me, Kagome."

She capitulated. Perhaps it was the dark rasp of her name, or perhaps it was the sorching intensity of his lips on hers.

She no longer cared.

She threw her arms around his neck and rubbed herself against him as desire began consuming them both.

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"Tell me, miko," he murmured as he nipped her lower lip, "have you ever done this against a door?"

Kagome trembled as one of his hands slid down to cup her thigh and slowly lifted it. "N-no." She'd fantasized about it, though, but her prior partners—though not many in number—had all been surprisingly vanilla in their tastes. 

Well, and then there'd been Hojo, but she hadn't even slept with him. His desire to be her sex-slave had been a total turn off.

But she wanted this.

He smirked against her lips. "Allow me to remedy that, then, miko..."

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His tongue met hers as one of his hands pushed her shirt and bra up and out of the way. She trembled as his hand moved to cup a breast, lightly stroking around one nipple. "How long," he murmured, breaking the kiss to nip at her neck, "have you been left wanting like this?"

How long? In that moment, she didn't know.

It had been too long either way.

"Don't stop," she pleaded.

He chuckled as he gently bit down on her shoulder. "I will not," he promised her, his voice low, sinful, "unless you ask it of me, Kagome..."

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"You're good," she managed, dropping her head onto his shoulder as he continued to fondle her breast. If she'd known that before, she wouldn't have hesitated to meet him.

If she'd known it was him, she wouldn't have hesitated. She'd never admit it aloud, but Sesshomaru had been fueling her most intimate fantasies for years.

He chuckled, the sound low and dark. "Wrap your legs around me."

She lifted her other leg as he helped her loop them around his back.

He pressed her into the door then, his erection rubbing against her core.

She gasped at the friction. "Oh."

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She could scarcely breathe, yet she could not stop her movements, either. Every breath—every move—only brought her closer to him, rubbing the part of her that ached most against him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.

A silent plea.

She needed this. She craved it.

Now that she'd tasted it, she could not go without.

He chuckled as he lightly thumbed her breast, drawing sounds out of her she hadn't known she could make. "Like this, do you?"

She'd never known such a gentle touch could be so arousing. "Yes," she managed.

"Then I will give you more."

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Kagome was losing her mind in his arms, adrift in the sea of pleasure rising within her. His hands and mouth were everywhere, tempting, teasing, tasting—

She was close.

She was so close.

She tensed, knowing the pleasure would be greater than anything she could have found on her own. This was what she'd craved from the very moment they'd first begun exchanging those sensual messages. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, a silent plea for the pleasure she knew would follow—

And then he chuckled as he pulled away, leaving her on the brink of bliss without finding satisfaction.

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"Sesshomaru—" she began as her breathing calmed, agitation coursing through her at being so close to the pinnacle of pleasure without tumbling over.

Was he trying to drive her crazy?

She'd always known he'd had a bit of a cruel streak, but this? This was something else entirely.

He chuckled as he began caressing her once more, his voice dark and seductive. "Quiet, miko. You can handle it." His eyes heated as she caught her breath. "It will only add to the pleasure you experience." 

He was right. The pleasure she felt now had grown.

She might not survive it.

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Again, he brought her to the brink, and again, he pulled away before the pleasure overcame her. She wanted to sob with frustration and need.

"You are doing so well," he murmured, nipping her ear as her breathing began to calm once more. "You are beautiful in your need for me, Kagome."

She trembled. "Please," she managed, clinging to him. "Don't tease me again." She gasped as his fingers slowly stroked her clit, stoking her desire. "I can't handle it."

"You're taking it so well." He sounded pleased. "Beg for it again, miko."

Helpless to do anything else, she did.

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Her begging pleased him, delighting that deep, innate part of himself that yearned for her. Did his miko realize it?

Her head threw back as she urgently pleaded with him again, and Sesshomaru decided that she did not know. She could not. How could she? He had never informed her of it.

Later, he would remedy that, but it did not matter now. Not when she was finally in his arms, aching for what only he could give her.

"Please, Sesshomaru. I need it."

He shuddered, pleased by her desperation. He would give her all that she required—and more.

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"You are doing so well," Sesshomaru murmured, his amber gaze drifting over her.

She caught her breath at the unexpected praise even as a delicious shiver ran through her. "Please. I can't—"

"You can, little miko. You can handle this," he continued as though he understood her reaction. His hands stoked the fire within her once more. "Just a little more."

"No. No." She shook her head, her hands desperately grabbing him as he began to pull away. "If you pull away this time, I swear," she drew in a breath as the need rode her hard, "I'll purify you."

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Her threat, though entirely empty, did something to Sesshomaru then. His eyes reddened, the irises transforming into a beautiful turquoise as tendrils of yoki flowed about him, moving to caress her body—though never quite where she needed.

It was delicious.

It was also torture. 

"Purify this one, will you?" he replied, his voice low and dark and other.

Kagome opened her mouth, but instead of an apology as she'd intended, what left her lips then was, "You heard me. Why? Don't think you can handle me, Sesshomaru?"

The gauntlet was thrown.

A moment's warning was all that she received.

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The next thing Kagome knew, her clothes, once shoved aside, were on the floor, and she had only a moment to wonder what condition they were in before Sesshomaru's hands were on her once more.

It was almost too much.

It was not enough. 

Gone now was his earlier seduction. His hands and mouth were everywhere, driving her up the precipice so quickly she would have screamed if she'd had the breath.

She could scarcely manage a gasp.

"Is this what you wanted?" he rumbled just before claiming her lips in an intense kiss. "Is this what you desired, miko?"

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"Yes." Kagome could feel him then, tucked against her core, and she could not stop herself from rocking against him in sheer desperation. She needed him inside; needed this—

Sesshomaru chuckled, the sound low and feral. "Do you want it, miko?"

She did not have the words for how much she wanted it.

It was a desire, a sensation, a craving—

She would go mad without it.

Without him.

"Yes," she repeated, clinging to him as she strained to try and take him inside. She was going to lose her mind—

And then the tip slipped in and she did.

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Hard.

That was the only thought in her mind then. 

She needed it hard. 

Never before had she known a need so great it was all-consuming.

She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, trying all the while to take him deeper and harder.

"It's not enough, Sesshomaru." It was plaintive, desperate, pleading—

She met crimson eyes then and bit back a gasp as his claws dug into her hips.

He was no better off than she. 

"You will take it," he growled then. "You will take all that I am, miko."

In that moment, she wanted nothing else.

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"Do you understand?" His pace was rough, fierce and hot, and finally, it was what she needed. 

And though she understood nothing, what left her lips then was, "Yes! Oh, yes."

She was so close.

Just a little more—

"Good." One hand left her hip to lightly rest on her throat. She had enough clarity of mind to recognize the promise in his touch rather than the threat. "Do not forget."

He changed the angle, deepening his thrusts. 

She would never forget. 

Then his other hand found her clit.

She gasped, her voice breaking as she tumbled over the edge.

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Kagome clung to him as her body calmed. Every thrust as he sought his own pleasure stirred a small amount of her own. She met every thrust, hips rising as she desperately sought her release.

Pleasure.

That was what she needed from him now.

"Yes," he growled, his head dropping to her shoulder, "like that."

The knowledge that she was pleasing him as well as satiating her own needs only rode her harder.

So close.

So very close.

There!

She tumbled over, scarcely registering his low growl nor the thick feel of his cock as her release triggered his own.

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Her breathing calmed, and as the pleasure loosened its grip on her mind, she gradually became more aware of her surroundings and the male still on top of her. The warmth of his body, his woodsy scent that reminded her of pine trees and Christmas, the full feeling of his cock piercing her core—

Kagome jolted. How? And then, what?

"It is the knot," Sesshomaru replied as though he'd heard the silent question. He did not so much as lift his head, and she shuddered at the ticklish sensation of his breath on her neck. "It will retreat momentarily, miko."

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Her gaze was riveted as his cock slipped from within her, though there was no visible trace of the knot that had kept them intertwined for several moments. True to his word, it hadn't been for long, but, regrettably, it had been long enough for rational thought to return.

Kagome had tumbled into bed with the older brother of her childhood crush.

And she'd liked it. Too much.

She caught his knowing look then and immediately ducked her head. "I wasn't—"

"You are welcome to look, miko." Sesshomaru sounded both satisfied and smug. "It is, after all, yours to touch."

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Hers for the moment, but Kagome wasn't about to deceive herself that it'd meant more than that. She'd jumped into bed with him willingly, but she didn't expect more than an affair at best, or a one-night stand at worst. "Maybe you're ready for another round," she said, keeping her tone light, "but I need a break." 

More importantly, she needed a shower and something to eat—and maybe a nap before she was up for more. She didn't have his stamina.

Sesshomaru leaned closer, impossibly smug. "Did you not state to this one that you could 'take it,' miko?"

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Her mouth opened, but she couldn't deny it, either. She distinctly recalled swearing to purify him if he hadn't given her what she'd wanted, so it wasn't as though she didn't have any room to talk. Still... "Shower and food first," she told him firmly. If this night was all they'd have, she'd just have to make the most of it. She'd push aside would-be regrets and logic now; there would be time to wallow later. "We can go for another round after that, okay?"

His brows rose. "Is your hunger so easily satiated, miko, that one would satiate it?"

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"Is yours?" she countered, neatly skirting the question that demanded far too much of her. To admit that she craved him even more now that she'd had a taste would give him too much power, too much sway, over her.

She couldn't do it.

"This one's hunger cannot hope to be assuaged," he replied, his gaze smoldering, but it didn't escape her notice that he didn't specify that he hungered for her. 

"Well, I'm starving, too," she replied, and when he reached for her, she gave him a cheeky smile as she tried to keep things light. "For food, Sesshomaru."

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Food had been followed by a brisk shower, which had then been followed by another round so intense that her legs had given out on her as she'd bent over the bed for him. And then another round after.

He had been insatiable.

So had she.

Yet now it was morning, and with the dawn had come reality. Rather than wait for him to kick her out, she quietly gathered up her things.

"Thank you, Sesshomaru," she murmured to the slumbering male. "It was everything I've dreamed of and more."

And then she closed the door behind her and left.

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Sesshomaru said nothing as his miko slipped out of the hotel room, leaving naught but the money for the room and her fragrance lingering behind in her wake. 

She had left him.

It had only been her parting words that had soothed his growing ire and the instincts that demanded he bring her back here and show her exactly where she belonged. 

"All that you have dreamed of, was it, miko?" The sentiment was a panacea to his pride. 

The next time they met, it would be his dreams they indulged in.

She would not leave him a second time.

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"So?" Mio set down the coffee as she waggled her brows. "How was it? I mean you clearly got laid."

Kagome picked up the coffee, grateful no one else was nearby to overhear the conversation. "You can't know that."

"Sure I can." Mio sipped her own drink—a sugary monstrosity that barely qualified as coffee. "I'm a kitsune, remember?"

Kagome could hardly forget. "That doesn't give you omniscient sexual insight," she retorted with a shake of her head.

"How would you know? You're basically a stick in the mud, Kagome. You wouldn't know seduction if it fucked your brains out."

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"It didn't 'fuck my brains out,'" Kagome immediately protested before realizing what she'd just admitted to. "Oh, stop that," she grumbled as Mio gave her a knowing look. "That's not what I meant—"

"Sure it's not," Mio replied with a kitsune grin. "So? How was it? Good, right?" She eyed Kagome’s legs. "But if you can still walk, it wasn't that good. Or," she said with another pointed look, "did you sneak out before he could take you again?"

Kagome took several sips of her coffee before she trusted herself to speak again. "Sometimes, Mio," she finally said, "you're impossible."

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When Mio finally retreated to her desk—curiosity not satisfied, which meant Kagome would likely be subjected to more questioning over lunch—as their other coworkers began drifting in, Kagome took a moment to check her phone. 

She absolutely wasn't checking if she had any new messages, of course, but all the same, she saw she had two waiting for her. One was from her mother, offering to set Kagome up on a blind date with a neighbor's son, a young lawyer—

And the other was from Sesshomaru. 

Were your dreams all fully satisfied? Or, perhaps, do you seek more?

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It was a taunt, a blatant reminder of all that had occurred between them—and all that still could. There was no mistaking the sensual invitation.

She didn't appreciate the reminder at work. No, truthfully, she didn't appreciate the reminder at all. It was an aberration, a lapse of both good judgment and common sense—

If more is what you seek, Kagome, this one is willing to indulge you.

She should not. She could not. And yet…

Even you could not attend to every fantasy, Sesshomaru.

The gauntlet was thrown. They both knew it.

Is that a challenge, little miko?

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It was a challenge—and a dare.

And though it was foolish, though she had a list of reasons why she should not, that evening she returned to the hotel they'd used before.

He booked the same room. Kagome didn't know why that mattered, but it did.

All you have to do is open the door. Or, perhaps, do you fear what you will find within?

So he already knew she was outside. Of course. She huffed as she put her phone away, but the text did the trick.

She used the key left for her and opened the door.

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Kagome stepped inside, but whatever she'd expected to find, it wasn't Sesshomaru calmly sitting at a table with a variety of different takeout containers. 

"You are late," he observed with a quirked brow as he rose. "Yet not by so much as to risk an unpleasant meal."

She wasn't sure then if he meant the food itself or his irritability over her tardiness, but in the end, it didn't matter.

They were here for sex, not love. 

"Sorry about that. I missed the first train," she said calmly, setting down her bag. "I had to wait for the next one."

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"The reason why is irrelevant." He began opening containers as the aroma of delicious food reached her nose. 

"Of course," she replied mildly. No doubt it was irrelevant because he didn't care about the reason. She was late and that was all that mattered. It irked her even as she accepted the bowl of rice he handed her. 

Why should that bother her, anyway? They were sex partners, not lovers. Liking each other, quirks and all, wasn't required.

But it'd help. 

"Eat up, miko." He reached for his chopsticks as his eyes gleamed. "You will require all your strength tonight."

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There was no misunderstanding his meaning, but oddly enough, that reassured her. Sex was something that made sense between them, finite and definable, unlike the foolish schoolgirl dreams locked away deep within the confines of her heart.

"I'm not the only one who needs to keep their strength up tonight," she said lightly, relaxing as things once more made sense.

He wasn't pampering her, nor should she assume otherwise. Sesshomaru was simply ensuring she could match his pace in bed.

Sensible, not romantic. 

He chuckled, the sound disarming as it was suggestive. "My strength is not in question, little miko."

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Kagome quirked a brow. Maybe it wasn't, but the challenge only provoked her further. Before she could stop herself, she taunted, "Then prove it."

His brows raised in turn, a silent inquiry.

She took a bite of glazed chicken and then continued, "You asked about my fantasies, right?" He looked mildly intrigued, and Kagome wasn't one to back down. "I want to see you do it."

Nothing could be sexier—or make her feel more powerful than watching him succumb to pleasure before her eyes.

She would be in control. She could manage this.

"Alone?" His eyes heated. "Little coward."

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So, she sought to challenge him, did she?

She would not find him so summarily dispatched and controlled. 

No. If he was to succumb to pleasure, so would she.

Sesshomaru watched as her eyes darkened, her tongue slowly licking her lower lip.

She liked the idea, perhaps too much. She wanted it. 

All she required now was a push.

"Undress," he commanded as she shuddered. "You are to leave nothing on."

She hesitated, though she didn't look disinterested. "We're eating."

He quirked a brow, now as tempted by the idea as she. "Do you require your clothing to eat, miko?"

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Outmaneuvered. 

That was the current state of affairs, and yet it only fueled her desire. She'd wanted to be in control, and yet the reminder that she wasn't was potently arousing.

Had she wanted him to take control from the beginning? To prove that he could?

"If you obey this one in this," he promised her then, "the reward you will find shall be immeasurable."

Please. The plea nearly left her lips as she rose, hastily pulling her shirt over her head.

Later, she'd kick herself for her lack of seduction, but right now, she wanted. 

Oh, how she wanted. 

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It was unsettling, sitting naked before another who was fully dressed, and yet the reminder of why added to her desire rather than her discomfort. 

"You're doing well, Kagome," he praised between bites as though she needed it.

Kagome shuddered all the same. "Yeah?" she managed, taken aback by how breathless she sounded.

"Perhaps next time, this one might see how readily you listen and obey, waiting for the pleasure he offers you," he quirked a brow, "when it is a toy you sit upon."

She nearly tumbled out of her chair at the mental image he'd just given her.

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Next time. Whatever this was between them now, it was evident he did not intend for a short term affair. Or, perhaps, he had simply changed his mind. 

But that revelation was readily eclipsed by the idea of her sitting naked before him, helplessly teased by toys while he watched. 

"You're really kinky, you know that?" she managed, righting herself. "Who says I'd even be into that stuff?"

He gave her a knowing chuckle then. "Rest assured, little miko, that I will not do anything you would not enjoy."

The heat in his eyes promised she'd enjoy all of it.

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"Now what?" Kagome asked as they set down their chopsticks, only realizing then how she'd looked to him for direction.

Seeking. Anticipating. Needing.

But if he realized how much control he had over her in that moment, Sesshomaru did not show it. "I believe you promised this one a show," he mentioned causally, as though this was something he did all the time.

She flushed as she recalled her earlier challenge—and his answer. "Maybe I want to watch you first." She licked her lips.

"First?" He quirked a brow, his smile knowing. "Not at the same time, little miko?"

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Kagome found herself on the bed then, spread for his viewing pleasure as he settled in the chair before the bed to watch her, cock in hand. He remained dressed, silent, watching. 

What was he waiting for? She nervously licked one lip, shifting on the bed when he did not so much as move. 

"Empty promises, was it, miko?" Sesshomaru teased her then, his voice low and dark. 

And then she understood: he was waiting for her.

"No," she whispered, her hands moving to cup her breasts as his eyes followed her movements. 

The only thing empty tonight was her. 

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Her touch was mechanical at first. She'd never spent that much time on foreplay for herself, wanting to skip to the main act and be done with it already.

His eyes on her now, however, changed everything. 

Kagome wanted to put on a show for him. She wanted to see the desire burn in his eyes as he worked his cock. As she fondled her breasts, she found herself watching him for every little sign he might like what she's doing.

When she stroked the underside of her breasts, his eyes heated.

When she lightly teased her nipples, he growled. 

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"So that is what you like," Sesshomaru growled then as though he didn't already know.

Kagome shuddered at the low, sensual rumble, but as much as she enjoyed the light touches, they only left her wanting. What she needed—no, craved—was what was before her eyes, being slowly fondled as though they had all the time in the world. "Maybe." It was as much a gasp as anything else.

"Oh?" A knowing chuckle escaped him. "Then show me, miko. Show this one all that you need."

She licked her lips as her hand slid lower to where she ached.

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Her fingers slid through her own wetness, a sensation she'd never fully enjoyed. She'd purchased a small bullet vibrator some years back instead, and that in turn had led to the exploration and purchase of others. She'd never gone back to her fingers after that.

Until now.

With his eyes on her, it felt like a new experience. He watched every moment as she stroked, fondled, and teased herself, wondering just how far he'd let this experiment go.

"You stopped," Kagome managed on a gasp as her fingers brushed her clit.

He did not even glance down. "So I did."

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"If you stop," Kagome murmured boldly, pulling her hands away, "then I'll stop, too."

Sesshomaru's eyes blazed. "Is that how you wish to play, little miko?"

Her chin rose. She hadn't backed down in his father's tomb, and she wasn't going start now. Besides, she wanted him to do something about her defiance. "Yeah."

"Very well." His voice was a purr as he began sliding his fingers up and down his length—not for release, but to tease. 

She swallowed. Not to be done, she moved. To hell with it. He could play with himself.

She'd find her own pleasure.

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Her fingers found her core then, slipping one inside as she shuddered. Normally, the shallow penetration of her fingers didn't do a whole lot for her, but when coupled with the intensity of his gaze—it was everything.

"Insert another." It was a demand, a command, one she was compelled to obey. "You can handle it."

She could. She needed to. "Yes," she managed, her voice rasping. As she slid in another finger and began pumping them shallowly inside, Sesshomaru fisted the head of his cock, a quiet hiss escaping his lips.

He was no longer playing.

Neither was she.

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"Add another." The command was dark, seductive, ever in control even as he worked his cock faster.

Kagome obediently worked in a third finger, impossibly full. After a few shallow motions, she began thrusting them with greater force.

Yet it wasn't enough.

Not even close.

"You neglect your other needs, miko," he rebuked her. "You will get nowhere like that. How fortunate indeed that this one is here to guide you." And then, under his direction, Kagome's hands began to wander. Her breasts, her nipples, her clit—

And all the while, her need burned as he watched. Brighter, faster, harder—

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The wave of pleasure crashed over her a moment later, sweeping her away as she trembled before him. 

She closed her eyes as she savored the feeling, trembling with the intensity of it.

It was only after her body calmed, her breath steadying, that she met his amber eyes again and noticed something important: Sesshomaru had not found his own release. Why? Hadn't that been the entire point? 

So why had she succumbed alone?

"You didn't..." Kagome licked her lips as her gaze dropped to his cock, still hard.

"No." He looked amused. "Do you wish to remedy that, miko?"

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"Yes, of course," she replied, feeling ridiculous, because of course she did. She wasn't selfish enough to take her own pleasure and just leave. 

He leaned back against the chair. "Then take it, miko," he informed her smugly, his meaning clear. "Claim what is yours."

Yours. She shuddered at the bold claim, though she was absolutely certain he only meant for tonight. In the morning, they'd go their separate ways. She had errands to run, and he'd...well, he'd do whatever daiyokai did whenever they visited the human world.

But right now, none of that mattered.

Tonight, he was hers. 

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Kagome slowly approached his chair, far too aware of the differences in their state of dress: she was naked, and he was still fully dressed.

But as it had before, that knowledge only heightened her anticipation.

"Don't move," she warned as she braced herself on the armrests.

He snorted as she climbed on top of him, as though amused by the very notion. 

She settled on top of him, a little awkward, and wasn't surprised when he immediately shifted her to a more comfortable position.

"Now," he purred, his eyes alight with amusement, "what will you do next, I wonder?"

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Kagome knew what he expected, but instead of positioning him so she could take him inside, she settled over him, sliding her heat along his length.

His claws pricked her skin as his hands gripped her rear. "What else, little miko?" he breathed against her neck.

She drew in a sharp breath. "Who says I'm going to do anything else?" As much as she craved more, it only seemed fair to make him want as much as she.

He chuckled. "Were you not claiming what is yours?"

"I am," she continued, sliding against him, "in my own sweet time, Sesshomaru."

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He quirked a brow as she continued her slow, steady movements. "If you continue this path," he warned, "there will be consequences, miko."

Kagome ignored him. The only consequence, if any, was that he'd fuck her senseless, and wasn't that what they both wanted, anyway? "Be quiet," she said, her hands moving to his abdomen to better steady herself as she continued her teasing. "You're distracting me."

And wasn't she in charge?

She found herself on her back a moment later. "Hey!"

"If you wish to be in charge, miko," he purred as she protested, "you must not become distracted."

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"Quiet, miko." Sesshomaru silenced her complaint the moment it began to leave her lips by lifting her hips and slamming himself deep inside her.

"Oh." Her fingers found purchase on his shoulders, her complaint forgotten as she relished the sensation. He knew exactly how to claim her. No, she corrected herself immediately, he knew exactly how to please her.

And she'd enjoy that while she had it, because nothing this good could last forever.

That was the last thought she had as Sesshomaru began a deliciously ruthless pace, one designed to bring them both to the very brink of pleasure.

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He no longer teased. He no longer tempted.

Instead, Sesshomaru claimed.

Every thrust, every movement, only drove that deeper. She felt the prick of his claws on her hips, the scrape of his teeth against her shoulder, the press of his lips to her skin, even as she felt him within her.  Mine, his actions said, and as she lifted her hips to meet every thrust, she answered, yes. 

Yes to the pleasure. Yes to this. 

Yes to anything, so long as he did not stop.

When he bit down on her shoulder, the pleasure of it sent her over.

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Kagome rested her head against the shower wall as the hot water pelted her body. She was tired, sore, satiated—but none of that seemed to matter now.

Sesshomaru had bitten her. 

She wasn't so naive that she didn’t know what that meant. Inuyokai were canines; they bit to claim. 

But why?

"It is not a mating bite." The shower door slid open to reveal his nude body as Sesshomaru stepped into the shower behind her. 

She couldn't turn to face him. "Oh?" She managed to keep her voice light.

"Hnn." A pause, then, "It is a mark of intent."

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Intent. He intended to mate her. There could be no denying the meaning, and yet she still struggled to accept it. A hundred questions raced through her, all without answers. She needed answers. "I'm human."

"Are you?" Sesshomaru drawled, quirking a brow. "What a surprise. I had not noticed."

She gave him a sour look. Teasing in bed was one thing, but she wasn't enjoying being on the other side of that humor now. "This is serious, Sesshomaru. I'll die long before you do."

His lips thinned. "You would have died before InuYasha, yet that did not stop you then."

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Kagome recoiled, but she couldn’t deny the truth of his words, either. "We were both young, Sesshomaru," she said quietly, realizing how odd it was to talk about an old flame with his older brother. "It wasn't something I really stopped to think about back then."

He looked even more displeased. "It did not matter because you did not wish it to matter, miko."

"I…" Maybe there was some truth to that. She slowly exhaled. "Look, it doesn't matter now. InuYasha and I didn't work out, and I'm sure he's found someone else."

"Two." His lips thinned. "He found two."

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"Oh." Truthfully, she’d never asked because part of her hadn’t wanted to know. She wanted InuYasha to be happy, but there was still a small part of her that smarted to learn he’d moved on. And that was stupid; it had been five hundred years. "Well, I'm glad he's happy."

Now Sesshomaru's expression was unreadable. "If you seek to reunite with—"

"Oh, I don’t." She held up her hands. "Really, I don't. It would be nice to see him again, but that's not the same thing." 

Sesshomaru reached for the soap bottle. "That is fortunate. His mates are quite possessive."

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"Let me," she offered, reaching out to take the shampoo bottle before he could pour its contents into his hand. She didn't want to talk about InuYasha and his mates, not now, not here. 

His brows raised as he stubbornly held onto the little bottle. "This is not required of—"

"I know." She smiled a little crookedly. "But I want to." He'd declared an interest in mating her, after all. Surely he would allow her this much. "Please," she insisted when he seemed to dither, surprised by how much she suddenly needed to touch him. "Let me do this, Sesshomaru."

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He offered no further protest, turning under her silent direction to allow her to lather the shampoo into his hair. She immediately got to work, sinking her fingers into the silken strands from root to tip before turning to scrub his scalp with her nails. She worked her hands in slow, gentle circles as she hummed to herself, unaware of the song stuck in her head.

He rumbled his pleasure, leaning his head back as his eyes closed.

His expression reminded her of how he'd looked when he'd found his pleasure. Her breath caught then as she reached for him.

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"Sesshomaru—" Her plea broke off with a quiet gasp as her lips found his. Her hands slid up and down his chest, relishing the muscles she found, just because she could. They were hers to touch as she pleased. 

He was hers.

And she wanted him, could feel the proof of his own desire as she pressed her body against his own. 

He abruptly broke the kiss, his lips making their way down her neck. "You wished for a shower," he reminded her, though he did little else to dissuade her. 

She lightly nipped his shoulder. "I changed my mind."

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Later, though not much later, for the passion that had gripped them both had burned, intense and urgent, Kagome heard the door to their hotel room quietly open and close. "Don't go," she managed, stirring from a light doze. "Come back, Sesshomaru."

But there was no response. Sesshomaru had already left the room.

He hadn't left her—not for good, at least—but it was still disconcerting nonetheless to have the man who had assured her just hours before that he wished to mate her just sneak out into the night without so much as a word while she slept.

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Kagome eyed the ungodly monstrosity Mio slurped beside her as she sipped her own cappuccino. Desperate to get her mind off of Sesshomaru—and the lack of communication she'd received since he'd left the hotel—she grumbled, "What the hell are you even drinking?"

Mio loudly slurped. If anyone else had been at the office, they would have been appalled to see the graceful, elegant woman enjoying her drink this way. "Unicorn frappe. It's pretty good. You want to try it?"

Kagome eyed the purple, pink, and blue-green sparkly drink. "Thanks," she muttered dryly, "but I'd rather not get diabetes."

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Mio's brows raised as she chewed on the tip of her straw. "What's eating you this morning?" 

"Nothing." Kagome let out a breath, unwilling to discuss with anyone how Sesshomaru had just abandoned her in the morning without so much as an I'll-call-you. Apparently, she thought bitterly, all his talk about mates and destiny had been empty after all. 

"Really?" Mio leaned forward. "Then explain that mark on your shoulder, Kagome." She snorted as Kagome's hand flew to cover the mark. "People are usually pretty happy after receiving one of those marks from their lover. But not you. So spill."

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"No." The flat refusal left Kagome's lips almost immediately. It was humiliating enough that she'd been seduced and then abandoned by Sesshomaru after all of his promises, but she wasn't about to unload all of that on Mio now, no matter how close the two women were. It was simply too personal, the wound too fresh—and it wasn't Mio's problem. "But thanks. I appreciate the offer, Mio."

Mio let out a breath. "I don't know what happened between you two," she said then, "but I hope you give him a chance to explain, Kagome. He's waited a long time."

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Kagome pushed back her anger and the betrayal, though it was no mean feat. "Yamazuka Mio," she managed, exhaling as Mio's eyes widened, "you—"

"I can explain." Mio held up her hands, her drink all but forgotten. "Really, I always sort of meant to, but, well, things just—"

"I think I can figure it out myself, thanks." The purple-gray eyes and dark hair hadn't given Mio away, but her revealed association with Sesshomaru had. "Clearly, you have some way of communicating with everyone, Mio, so do us both a favor and call your father." She paused, then added forcefully, "Now."

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Mio pulled out her phone. "I'm happy to call," she said quickly, sitting it down, "but as your friend, I wish you'd let me—"

"Make the damned call, Mio." An explanation was certainly overdue, but Kagome wanted to hear it straight from the damn source. 

"Alright, alright." Mio sighed as she tapped her father's contact and made the video call. "I'm calling, see?"

The call was answered a moment later. "Mio?" A single green eye came into view, as though its user wasn't entirely familiar with the technology. "What's wrong? Are you okay? Did something happen with K—"

"Hello, Shippo."