"Hurry up and put your slippery seal in!"
Sesshomaru froze with the head of his dick at her entrance as he stared down at his mate with something akin to horror in his eyes.
"Sesshomaru!" She tried to dig her nails in and urge him on. "Send me to the kingdom of three floods already!"
"You cannot be serious." The words burst from him as he stared down at her, arousal beginning to fade from the fevered pitch it had been at just moments before.
Kagome, on the other hand, had a huge grin on her face and looked like she was having the time of her life. "Hurry and board my vessel, Sesshomaru!"
He pulled back slightly as a sudden realization hit him. He could see the corner of the book she'd been reading when she'd called him into the bedroom for sex and he wasn't fool enough to say no. "You were reading that trash again."
She rolled her eyes. "So?" She pouted as her hands began teasing their way down his chest. "They're fun to read. Besides, it could be fun to roleplay. Right, Captain Hard-on?"
"If you do not stop," he warned her as her hands got perilously close to the part of him that still very much wanted her attention, "I will leave you here."
"No you won't," she replied confidently just as her hands grasped him. "Not when your iron lance is like this."
He stiffened as she began pumping his dick, wishing that after five hundred years of marriage, she'd found some other way of keeping things interesting—and wishing that, after five hundred years of marriage, she hadn't known his body as well as she did.
Her touch was making it hard to say no, as much as his mind wanted nothing to do with her current antics.
"Let me polish your broadsword," she continued, a heated look in her eyes as she slid him along her slick entrance.
"Will you at least pick a theme and stick with it?" he grumbled, feeling his willpower begin to erode as she teased the sensitive head.
She smirked. "Plunder my treasures, you—"
There was only one way left to salvage this, he decided. He bent his head and kissed her, keeping her mouth occupied so she couldn't say anything else.
He only released her lips when she was on the verge and unable to say anything at all but 'more.'
Later, she'd discovered he'd melted all of her cheap romance novels, though she noticed with amusement that he'd allowed her to keep the shifter romance books—and that, of course, gave her other ideas to work with.