The Panther Queen by Role Reversal

The Panther Queen

I do not own inuyasha, All characters are fictional. This story contains mature themes, reader should be 18 years or older. This is a female dominant story. If you like the story please leave a review. Set in alternate universe where women are the ruling class and males are seen as less. Very dark themes

Chapter 1, The Panther Queen

The sun dipped lower in the sky as Kagome stood outside the gates of Silvermoon, the dog demon city, her piercing blue eyes scanning the approaching figures. Her generals, Sango and Toran, flanked her, their predatory smirks mirroring her own.

FLASHBACK.

The battlefield was a maelstrom of chaos, filled with the clashing of swords, the roar of war cries, and the snarls of beasts. Panther demonesses surged forward in organized waves, their black-and-silver armor glinting in the sunlight. Their war cries echoed like a primal symphony as they tore into the dog demon forces with ruthless precision.

Kagome led the charge, with a wickedly sharp sword in her hand. The blood of her enemies coated her armor, and her blue eyes burned with fierce determination. She was no mere queen issuing orders from the rear; she fought on the front lines, her blade cutting down any who dared oppose her.

The dog demonessess were formidable, they were snarling as they lunged at the panther forces. Their queen, Inukimi a tall and elegant figure clad in silver and red, commanded the battlefield with regal authority. She wielded a massive glaive, slicing through panther demonesses with effortless strength.

Kagome met her in the heat of battle. Their weapons clashed, sparks flying as steel met steel.

"Is this all the mighty Queen of the West can muster?" Kagome taunted, her voice dripping with mockery as their blades locked.

"You’ll regret underestimating me, panther," the queen snarled, her golden eyes blazing.

They fought like titans, the ground trembling beneath their feet. But even the queen’s strength wasn’t enough to turn the tide. The panther demons’ disciplined ranks and superior strategy overwhelmed the dog demonesses, driving them back step by step.

As the battle raged on, Kagome saw her moment. She feinted to the left, drawing the queen off balance, then struck with a powerful slash that sent her weapon flying.

The queen staggered, blood dripping from a wound on her shoulder. For a moment, their eyes met, and Kagome smirked.

“You’ve lost,” Kagome said coldly.

Inukimi hesitated, her gaze shifting to the battlefield where her forces were crumbling. Then, without a word, she turned and fled, disappearing into the chaos.

Kagome watched her retreat, a mix of triumph and disdain twisting her features. "So much for the legendary queen of the West," she thought.

The memory of the queen’s cowardice fueled Kagome’s satisfaction as she stood on the hill, gazing down at the city she was about to claim.

Present

Kagome’s lips curled into a smirk as the memory faded. Below her, the dog demon city stood quiet, its defenses crumbling like a hollow shell. What once had been a proud city stronghold of the West was now little more than a husk—its warriors, and  its queen fled, leaving behind only scattered female soldiers too few to mount a real defense. Victory had never tasted sweeter.

At the gates, two dog demonesses stepped forward, clutching white flags in trembling hands. But Kagome barely spared them a glance. No, her interest lay in the figure behind them.

A male.

Draped in regal robes, his silver hair spun like moonlight silk, his every movement precise, controlled. But even from her perch, Kagome could smell the fear rolling off him. It clung to his skin, thick and sharp, despite his best attempts to mask it.

Her grin widened.

“So, this is what the once-mighty Queen of the West leaves behind,” she mused, her voice dripping with amusement.

The memory of the dog demon queen—prideful, defiant—fleeing the battlefield like a coward still filled her with contempt. She had expected a grand battle, a clash worthy of her ambition, but instead, the queen had abandoned her people.

"Pathetic."

And now, this male—her son, no doubt—was coming to kneel at her feet.

At her side, Sango chuckled, eyes gleaming with wicked delight. “Your Majesty, he’s exquisite. A shame his mother left him to clean up after her.”

Kagome hummed in agreement, tilting her head. “Perhaps. But I wonder… how far will he go to save his people?” Her smirk deepened. “Let’s find out.”

Sesshomaru moved through the war camp with measured steps, each footfall deliberate. Though his spine remained straight, his head slightly bowed in deference, his heart pounded furiously against his ribs.

The air was thick with the scent of blood, fire, and sweat. The war camp sprawled around him, alive with movement—panther demonesses sharpening blades, tending to armor, watching him with eyes that burned with hunger.

Laughter rang in his ears, low and taunting.

"Look at him, so pretty for a prince."

"He walks like he’s above us, but I can smell his fear."

"Do you think our queen will take him? Or will she give him to us?"

Sesshomaru swallowed hard, willing himself to block them out. But his claws trembled slightly at his sides, his instincts screaming at him—run, run, run! He crushed the urge, forcing his breath to steady.

To show weakness here was to invite ruin.

Another demoness brushed too close as he passed, her claws grazing his sleeve, a smirk playing at her lips. Sesshomaru did not flinch, though every fiber of his being demanded he move away.

Still, he walked on.

Kagome watched from above, her grin stretching wider. “He’s afraid.”

Sango scoffed. “He should be.”

Kagome’s fingers flexed against the hilt of her sword. "Yet he still walks forward." She exhaled a quiet laugh. “Interesting.”

Her eyes burned with anticipation.

She would enjoy breaking this one.

Sesshomaru stepped inside the massive war tent, his body trembling uncontrollably. The air inside was thick, suffocating with the scent of leather, steel, and something far more terrifying—the overwhelming presence of female power. His knees threatened to buckle beneath him as he met Queen Kagome’s gaze.

She sat at the head of the room, lounging upon an ornate throne, her piercing eyes locking onto him with a predator’s amusement. The other panther demonesses flanked her, warriors of elite standing, each one exuding an aura of raw dominance. Their smirks, their eyes, the way they stood—every detail told Sesshomaru exactly what he already knew.

He was nothing here.

His breath hitched as he felt their gazes rake over him, stripping him bare even before a word had been spoken. His skin prickled under their attention, the humiliation already suffocating him.

Still, he forced himself to move. His legs barely carried him as he staggered forward before collapsing onto his knees. His trembling hands pressed against the cool ground as he bowed low, his forehead nearly touching the floor. His silver hair cascaded around him, a pathetic veil of what little dignity he had left.

“Q-Queen Kagome,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. He swallowed hard, trying to keep his breath steady, but the terror was overwhelming. “I…I am Sesshomaru… p-prince of the Western Lands. I have come to beg—for the lives of my people.” His fingers dug into the dirt. “P-please, spare them. The city will be yours without resistance. They will serve you l-loyally.” He swallowed again, his throat tightening painfully. “I…I offer myself… as your s-slave… in return.”

The room erupted in laughter.

Sesshomaru flinched, his shoulders curling inward as the cruel sound surrounded him, suffocating him in shame. His body trembled violently, his heart hammering in his chest.

Kagome, however, didn’t laugh. She merely tilted her head, studying him with sharp, assessing eyes.

“How sweet,” she mused, tapping her fingers against the armrest of her throne. “But if you’re going to beg, little prince, put a little more effort into it.”

Sesshomaru’s lips parted, but no sound came out.

Kagome smirked, her eyes gleaming. “Actually… you’re wearing too much.”

Sesshomaru’s blood turned to ice.

His breath hitched sharply as the room went silent for a split second—before cruel laughter broke the stillness once more.

“Sango. Toran.” Kagome leaned back, her amusement evident. “Help him with that.”

Sesshomaru’s entire body seized with fear. He instinctively tried to recoil, but strong hands were already on him.

“P-please!” he gasped, his voice barely holding back a sob. “D-don’t—!”

His plea was ignored.

Toran and Sango’s claws dug into the fabric of his robes, and with brutal efficiency, they ripped them away. The sound of tearing fabric filled the room as Sesshomaru’s body was exposed inch by inch. His breathing came in ragged gasps, his entire body trembling violently. He clenched his eyes shut, humiliation washing over him like a tidal wave.

“Well, well…” Sango mused, her fingers trailing over his now-bare chest. “He’s prettier than I thought.”

“And look at this,” Toran chuckled darkly, her clawed hand trailing down his spine before gripping his rear, giving it a firm squeeze. “Soft.”

Sesshomaru bit his lip, his body rigid with shame. He could feel every pair of eyes on him, drinking in his exposed form.

“Put him back on his knees,” Kagome ordered lazily.

Sango and Toran wasted no time, grabbing his arms and shoving him down. His knees hit the ground hard, his hands instinctively coming up to cover himself, but a sharp slap to his wrist from Sango made him flinch.

“No hiding,” she smirked.

Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes. His body wouldn’t stop shaking.

Then, the sound of slow, deliberate footsteps echoed through the tent.

Sesshomaru’s breath caught in his throat.

Kagome.

She was approaching him.

Each step was measured, each click of her boots against the ground sending waves of terror through his body. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to steady his breathing, but the effort was useless.

A hand suddenly gripped his silver hair, yanking his head up.

Sesshomaru gasped, his teary golden eyes meeting Kagome’s.

Her gaze was filled with something dark. Something possessive.

“Your mother fled like a coward,” Kagome murmured, tilting her head. “She abandoned you. Abandoned her people. And yet… here you are.”

Sesshomaru swallowed hard, his body locking up.

“I’ll give you credit for not running.” Kagome smirked. “But look at you now.”

Her hand moved, gripping his jaw, forcing his mouth open slightly.

“Begging at my feet. Trembling. Helpless.”

She released him with a laugh, his head dropping forward as fresh tears slipped down his cheeks.

“I will spare your people,” she announced. “But you… you will serve me as my personal slave. Until I grow bored of you.”

Sesshomaru’s stomach dropped.

A sharp tug, and the last piece of fabric covering his face was ripped away, fully exposing him.

Kagome leaned down, her lips brushing against his.

Sesshomaru stiffened—before gasping as she bit into his lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. His entire body shuddered as she pulled back, licking the crimson stain from her lips.

“Oh?” she mused, eyes gleaming with wicked amusement. “Our prince is a virgin.”

The room exploded with laughter once more.

Sesshomaru couldn’t stop the tears now. They fell silently, dripping onto the ground beneath him.

Kagome turned away from him, addressing her warriors.

“The West is ours. The city is ours.” She let her words settle before glancing back at him. “Tonight, we take our celebration in their castle.”

Her gaze returned to Sesshomaru, her smirk widening.

“And as for you, my virgin prince…”

She held out a hand, and a warrior stepped forward, presenting an ornate collar and leash.

Sesshomaru barely had time to react before Kagome’s hands were on him, snapping the collar tightly around his throat. The cold metal pressed against his skin, finalizing his fate.

The leash was attached with an almost casual flick of her wrist.

Toran and Sango finally released him, letting him crumple onto the ground. His silver hair pooled around him, his body weak, broken, defeated.

Kagome tugged the leash, forcing his head up once more.

Her eyes burned into him, filled with satisfaction.

“I never had a prince before,” she purred, giving the leash a sharp tug. “im going to have to fix that.”

She smirked as she looked his tearful scared eyes.

"Tonight I'm going to fuck you.”