A Miko's Gambit by Monomyth
Chapter 1
AUTHOR’S NOTES: Although I don’t mention ages as I don’t think they’re directly relevant for this fic, I imagine Kagome to be at least 18 here. It’s never made sense to me that the entire plot with Naraku wrapped up in one year. Everyone is an adult here.
Also yes, this is the flimsiest setup ever. You’re going to have to watch actual porn if you want an actual excuse for the characters to bang, because you won’t find any here. Shameless PWP, switch off your brain, you have been warned. This is my first time writing a threesome... and involving Naraku, too. Hope you enjoy this bite of smut.
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After yet another unexpected clash with Naraku, everyone was shaken. The scheming villain felt as if he were more on edge than usual, and the battle between Naraku, Inuyasha’s gang, and Sesshōmaru had felt more dangerous than ever before. In the end, it had been Kagome who saved the day. Clambering up a rock so that she could line up a good shot, she had thoroughly ruined the cute little blouse-and-skirt ensemble she’d put on for Sesshōmaru that day, but desperate times called for desperate measures. With a meaningful nod at her partner, she hated waited for him to distract their increasingly unhinged enemy before she fired a gleaming arrow in the direction of his heart. It didn’t kill him, of course—Naraku had no heart—but they got to live another day. Right now, Inuyasha was somewhere else licking his wounds, while Kagome and Sesshōmaru had retreated to a more private space in which they could decompress.
Right now, the two lovers lay entwined on a raised bed of luxurious furs, nestled within a high-ceilinged cave that constituted one of Sesshōmaru’s many shelters within the Western territories. Paper lanterns bathed the cave in a soft, yellow glow, lending their gentle heat to warm the chilly air. Their comfortable surroundings—not to forget the pleasant aftermath of their lovemaking—suffused the pair with a distinct sense of wellbeing that had been absent when they were fighting for their lives not so long ago.
Sesshōmaru knew whenever Kagome was thinking about something. At this very moment, as her breathing slowed and he felt her lips push together in a thoughtful pout against his chest, he knew that she had drifted elsewhere. Waiting for her to speak her mind, his hand combed lazily through her hair, and he was rewarded when Kagome snuggled closer to him.
“Sesshōmaru?”
“Hn?” The sated dog demon’s eyes opened a fraction, regarding her with a lazy gaze.
“Don’t you think something’s up with Naraku?”
Sesshōmaru snorted, tugging lightly on Kagome’s hair as a mild reprimand for her silly question. “If by that you mean he is our enemy, plots to kill us at every turn, and almost succeeded just two hours ago, then yes, something is certainly ‘up.’”
Kagome pulled on his long, silver hair in retaliation. “But he hasn’t.”
His hand stilled along its course down Kagome’s back. “What do you mean?”
“Haven’t you noticed that he’s had many opportunities to kill us, but hasn’t? It’s almost like… he’s playing with us.”
“Hn.” Sesshōmaru considered this theory without much enthusiasm. “Many dishonorable demons derive twisted pleasure from toying with their prey. Naraku can count himself amongst their ranks.”
He did not want to inform Kagome of what he’d seen earlier as he battled Naraku: the half-demon’s eyes fixed on Kagome, his hungry gaze sweeping openly across her bare thighs and the expanse of smooth skin that showed through her blouse as it ripped and tore during the fight. Sesshōmaru could easily recognise that look on any man’s face: it was pure, undisguised lust. Perhaps if it were not for his inappropriate interest in Kagome, the battle would not have been so easily won.
No doubt it is because she bears the slightest physical resemblance to Inuyasha’s undead priestess, he mused, continuing to soothe Kagome even though he did not give voice to his thoughts. He’d always scented Kagome’s distress whenever the subject of her resemblance to Kikyo arose.
“A lot of his plans make no sense,” Kagome continued, oblivious to Sesshōmaru’s contemplations. “He tried to use you to eliminate Inuyasha, knowing he’d make an enemy of you in the process. That doesn’t sound like something a rational person would do. You’re too powerful to kill.”
Sesshōmaru purred at Kagome’s praise, and she laughed at his preening. “You vain demon, focus!”
“I am very focussed.” Indeed, his eyes were fixed on Kagome’s lips as she spoke. That plump, soft flesh begged to be kissed, and Sesshōmaru wished to oblige.
“Not on that,” she groaned, thoroughly exasperated. “It seems most of his actions are intended to sow discord amongst his enemies. You know that he detests Inuyasha because he won Kikyo’s love when he couldn’t.”
“Go on.”
“And… you know I resemble Kikyo.”
“Only if you were blind in one eye.” Sesshōmaru interjected immediately, his tone sharp. Kagome gave him the sweetest smile, kissing him lightly on the lips for his passionate defence.
“That’s very kind of you, but you know it’s the truth. I was thinking…” Sesshōmaru narrowed his eyes as Kagome’s cheeks took on a telltale rosy hue. “Maybe we won’t have to resolve this conflict with bloodshed after all.”
There was a sinking feeling in his stomach. “You mean to seduce him into submission.”
“I’ve… seen the way he looks at me,” Kagome admitted, and for the first time, Sesshōmaru cursed her perceptiveness. Then her eyes turned down as she felt a sudden rush of guilt. “It would be the easiest way to gain his cooperation. I really don’t want to lose anyone else… and I really don’t want to be fighting him forever.”
Sesshōmaru sat up with a huff, pulling Kagome into his lap as he rose. “Foolish miko, not everything in your life has to be about self-sacrifice.”
“It comes down to the arithmetic of war, Sesshōmaru. You’re the strategist here. You know my plan is sound.”
“I will not have you going like a lamb to slaughter out of some misguided sense of obligation to save your friends.”
“Well… maybe my plan isn’t purely altruistic. It’s not like we wouldn’t be getting nothing out of it, if you know what I mean.”
“We.” What a foolish plan. Maybe I can distract her out of this hideous scheme. His one large hand closed around both her own, pulling them back over his head until she took the hint, winding her fingers in his hair. Her back curved in a beautiful arch, her breasts thrust outward in a mouthwatering display, her nipples coming to rosy points in the chilly air.
“I’ve never asked, but… do demons… share partners?” Kagome’s words were broken up by breathless moans as Sesshōmaru cupped a breast and rolled one sensitive bud between his calloused fingers.
“Hn.” His nose wrinkled at the distasteful topic. “It is a common enough practice. My father’s dalliances with Izayoi are a manifestation of this norm.” Sesshōmaru hesitated, uncomfortable mental images surfacing. “My mother was… involved with Izayoi as well.”
“With your father there, you mean?”
Sesshōmaru grunted in assent, not trusting himself to form polite words.
“You demons are a kinky bunch.” She teased. Sensing his tension, her voice softened. “Trust me, Sesshōmaru. I want everyone to be safe. I want us to be together without Naraku hanging over our heads.”
“You want this. You want him.” He bit out, his hand releasing Kagome’s nipple from her torment, only to slide down the sweat-dampened plane of her belly and between her thighs, seeking to prolong her torment for just a moment more. This vexing woman will not give up.
Kagome’s tremulous voice answered. “Yes. I do. And I want you to be part of it.”
There was nothing he could deny Kagome, the love of his life, his intended mate. If she wished to lay with the enemy, it was his obligation to pleasure and protect her while she did so. “Then it is done.”
Their planning was temporarily put on hold as Sesshōmaru urged Kagome to part her thighs, then grasped her and gently sank her down his waiting cock.
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It’s do or die time, Kagome thought, her fingers closing in a death grip around her quiver. With anxious eyes, she watched as Inuyasha zipped around the battlefield in pursuit of the elusive Naraku, who was cackling and taunting them from behind a barrier. Beside her, Sesshōmaru gripped her other hand, giving a reassuring squeeze that she returned.
Kagome’s holy senses saw the Jewel gleaming in Naraku’s shoulder, radiating tainted, blackened light. “I see it. Let’s go.”
Wrapping his arm around her waist, Sesshōmaru lifted her into the air, soaring straight for Naraku as Inuyasha also closed in, Tessaiga suddenly glowing red as he prepared to break through the barrier. In a seamless moment of cooperation, the barrier shattered just as Sesshōmaru coiled his energy whip around Naraku’s neck and Kagome dug an arrow into his shoulder, thrusting her fingers into the wound and grasping the Jewel.
Instead of fleeing, Sesshōmaru’s whip tightened around Naraku’s, exerting enough pressure to remind him of his now precarious position. The half-demon’s eyes took on a malevolent, resentful gleam as he realised that he had been bested by the trio, subsiding into brooding silence. Without the assistance of the Jewel, his fate was very much in question, and he watched warily as Kagome completed her purification of the cursed gem and directed her attention to him again.
“That’s quite enough from you,” Kagome said, staring down her once-formidable adversary. “If you don’t force my hand, I don’t intend to kill you.”
“The miko has a proposition,” Sesshōmaru sneered, yanking Naraku forward with his whip. “Count yourself lucky that she wishes to spare your life.”
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Naraku had agreed to their proposal with an ease that made Sesshōmaru suspicious. Old habits die hard, and as much as he sensed the spider demon’s attraction to Kagome, it was impossible to assess the purity of his intentions. After all, he’d tried and failed so many times to exterminate the whole lot of them before. Conversely, Kagome supposed that with the Jewel out of his grasp, his ability to wreak havoc had been greatly diminished. Furthermore, without the ability to absorb more demons at the moment, Naraku looked like a deceptively ordinary man—every bit the handsome young prince whose body he had stolen. His good looks were no match for Sesshōmaru’s otherworldly beauty, but she couldn’t help the anticipation that thrummed low in her belly.
With his agreement secured, they returned to the cave in which Sesshōmaru and Kagome had first formulated their scheme. Trust was low, evident by the green yōki collar around Naraku’s neck and the pink reiki ropes binding his wrists together… although clearly, he did not find his restraints so disagreeable. The scent of his arousal was obvious to Sesshōmaru’s keen nose.
“We are about to become bedpartners, and yet you do not trust me?” Naraku asked, his voice deep and silky.
“Not quite yet, no.” Kagome admitted, at the same time Sesshōmaru muttered “Not at all.” She elbowed him in the ribs.
“Trust me,” she whispered in one pointed ear. The reiki bonds gleamed and shimmered around Naraku’s wrists, a reminder of the power that had been instrumental in his defeat. Sesshōmaru conceded, settling into a pile of furs along one wall of the cave as Naraku did the same, the latter’s eyes already trained on Kagome.
It was more sexual attention than she’d ever received in her life, and the knowledge was strangely exhilarating in its power and peculiarity. She wasn’t sure if it made her want to shed all her inhibitions or hide herself under the furs. She was no coward of course, and her current predicament had been entirely of her own making, though with no small amount of help from a magnanimous Sesshōmaru. Trying to give herself time to breathe and think, Kagome decided to strip.
Both men watched intently as Kagome slipped her hands under the edge of her top, running her hands over her smooth, taut stomach, pausing on the long, raised scar beneath her ribs. Closing her eyes, she imagined the familiar sensation of Sesshōmaru’s clawed hand as it gently traced a path up her belly and to her breasts. She remembered the way his lips kissed reverently along the length of her scar. Her breath left her on a sigh. Lifting her top over her head, she revealed the white bra she wore beneath, carefully embroidered with a pattern of red flowers. She met Sesshōmaru’s eyes, twin pools of molten gold. This is for you, she wanted to say. I’m yours.
With a meaningful twirl of her fingers, she nodded in his direction. Her mate-to-be read her perfectly, beginning to shed his armour and kimono. “You too,” she gestured to Naraku, who had been unexpectedly waiting for permission. Two naked male bodies—one so familiar, the other thrilling in how foreign and new it was to her.
Her eyes shifted to Naraku’s face. He lacked Sesshōmaru’s tightly-coiled restraint, his greed for her palpable in the parting of his smirking lips, the hurried pace of his breath, and the noticeable tent in his hakama. The green and pink glow of his restraints stood in stark contrast against the dark, rich blue of his garments. The image reminded Kagome that she was in charge here—both demons wanted her and wanted to please her. And there was something very exciting about that.
She grinned over her shoulder before she reached down and shimmied out of her skirt, tossing the clothing to a distant corner of the cave. With any luck, they wouldn’t be needed for a while. Clad only in barely-there underwear, the slight chill of the cave further reminded her of her nakedness. Kagome continued to tease, first pushing down one strap of her bra to bare the entirety of one freckled shoulder. Then slowly, she slid down the other strap. Crawling on her knees, she made her way to Sesshōmaru’s lap before she turned her back on him and shrugged out of the restrictive undergarments, baring full breasts to Naraku’s view for the very first time. As Sesshōmaru’s hand roamed possessively over her exposed breasts, her ears caught a distant groan from Naraku’s direction.
Sesshōmaru moved his clawed hand down the front of her panties, allowing their guest to watch as he dipped his fingers into Kagome’s juices. She grabbed his wrist in an iron-tight grip of her own, whether begging for more or pleading for restraint, she wasn’t even sure herself. Sesshōmaru offered her no such mercy; instead, he parted her lips with two fingers so he could caress her engorged clit with a third. As Kagome mewled her pleasure, Naraku rose from his corner of the cave, stalking towards them with lascivious intent in his eyes.
“You will watch,” Sesshōmaru commanded, the cold steel of his voice carrying a warning.
“I will do more than that.” Naraku protested, moving forward to where Kagome lay between Sesshōmaru’s thighs. Kagome watched with bated breath as he crouched, his cruelly smirking lips drawing closer… and then she moaned as his tongue traced a devious path around her nipple, avoiding the area that would give her the pleasure she dearly craved.
“You’re mean!” Kagome gasped, glaring down at the demon as he continued to languidly lick at her breast and down between her ribs, pointedly ignoring the straining peaks of her nipples.
“Some might even call me evil,” Naraku agreed with a dark chuckle. Her murderous glare sparked more amusement than fear, and when he had enough of torturing her, he took one of Kagome’s nipples into his mouth, rolling it between his lips, and taking a long pull on her hypersensitive flesh.
“Are you ready, Kagome?” Sesshōmaru murmured in her ear. This is it. So much of what they’d been fighting for came down to this final, intimate moment where they could formally confirm their bond. The enormity of the moment was enough to bring her to her knees, and that was exactly what she did.
Lowering herself to her elbows and knees, she presented herself to her mate, fingers reaching behind to spread her slick lips for him. Sesshōmaru swallowed, watching Kagome part herself like a blooming sakura blossom for his pleasure. She was hot, wet, and undoubtedly ready. Her eyes shut on a moan as Sesshōmaru’s tongue darted out to catch a precious dewdrop of her arousal, saving it before it could drip on the furs below. It was as if he could not resist—driven to distraction by her scent, the pressing issue of their imminent mating was temporarily relegated to the backburner as he tasted Kagome, savouring the subtle notes of cherry blossoms, cherries, and sage that made her so unique. He ached to devour her, to lose himself within her as he always did, as if there weren’t a voyeur in their midst at all.
“My my… do you two lovers intend to make me a part of this scene or not?” The sardonic comment momentarily disrupted the atmosphere of heady arousal within the cave.
Sesshōmaru looked up from his place between Kagome’s thighs, a warning growl rumbling his throat. Dragging the back of his hand across his lips, he wiped the traces of her arousal from his mouth and declared haughtily, “That is up to Kagome.”
“Sesshōmaru, come here.” Kagome ordered, pushing her ass against his hips in an effort to reclaim his attention. “I wish you two would stop bickering and just fuck me already.”
“With pleasure, my mate.” Sesshōmaru bit out the last word with a glare in Naraku’s direction. He teased her just a moment more, dragging the head of his cock over Kagome’s lips, barely splitting her open. Her moan of frustration elicited a triumphant laugh on his part, and as Sesshōmaru buried himself in her with a quick thrust, Kagome beckoned to Naraku, who made his way towards her, inching forward on his knees. “And am I to claim your sweet little mouth?”
Sesshōmaru growled possessively. “It has been claimed before.”
“Naturally.” Naraku chuckled. “And yet, I do not mind…”
Kagome had no time to respond as Naraku thrust forward with his hips, pushing his hardened cock past her parted lips. She gave a startled “Ngh!” as the eager demon pushed a little too far, the head of his cock dangerously close to the back of her throat. Naraku retreated slightly as twin auras sparked to life: Kagome’s reiki rising just beneath the surface of her skin, while Sesshōmaru’s yōki collar tightened briefly around Naraku’s neck. Just barely restraining himself, he pushed into Kagome’s mouth with tight, contained thrusts, letting out a reluctant groan as her moans made for the most delicious vibrations around his cock.
“Untie me,” he said, his voice robbed of its usual smoothness, coming out ragged and unsteady. “I wish to touch you.”
Kagome dissolved the reiki tying Naraku’s wrists together, starting as she felt his hands descend upon her back. She felt his fingers trace the ridges of her vertebrae, possessing a gentleness she hadn’t thought possible from a mortal enemy. His hands were smooth and soft, so unlike Sesshōmaru’s, calloused and slightly rough, from centuries spent perfecting his swordplay. Meanwhile, said dog demon’s hands had closed around her hips, and Kagome moaned in surprise into Naraku’s cock as she felt her knees lift off the furs entirely.
She was so full. There was probably a more eloquent way to describe it, but words were lost to her at the moment; the noises coming out of her mouth bore no resemblance to coherent thought. The twin sensations of Sesshōmaru and Naraku filling her made it feel like it was almost too much. As Sesshōmaru withdrew, Naraku drove away the emptiness by pushing forward into her mouth. Arousal blazed and flared along every nerve, and Kagome’s eyes screwed shut, desperately trying to process her overflowing emotions. Sesshōmaru alone had already been more than enough, but two demon lovers made Kagome certain she’d died and gone to heaven.
Sesshōmaru’s voice roughened as he pulled Kagome back against him, her round ass a natural cushion for his hips. “Come for me, Kagome.” The sensation of his fingers imprisoning the bundle of nerves between her legs, squeezing in time to his thrusts served as the final catalyst to drive her over the edge. So intense was her pleasure that Kagome suspected every one of her senses had shorted for good. Sesshōmaru’s own cries of release were muted as he sank his teeth into the vulnerable curve between shoulder and neck, driving yōki into the wound that would become his mating mark.
The entangled auras of the newly-mated pair tickled at Naraku’s senses, exciting him to unfamiliar heights: he felt the dangerous curl of Sesshōmaru’s yōki at the base of his spine, even as Kagome’s reiki seemed to warm his chest from within. As he reached his peak, three auras rose together in a resonant chord, each of the lovers shivering as their energies sang. He finally spilled within her mouth, growling at the visceral satisfaction of watching Kagome struggle to swallow every last drop of him.
When both men extricated themselves from her, she nearly cried out at the fresh sense of emptiness their parting inspired. Kagome lay on her stomach, waiting for her heart rate to return to normal. Sesshōmaru licked at her mating mark as she rested, soothing the fresh bite marks with his tongue. When she sat up on the furs, she looked between the two demons: one her new mate, the other their new lover. She couldn’t help grumbling.
“This better not awaken anything in me.”