The Panther Queen by RJ
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, her bow slung over her back and 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, their massive warhounds 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, and somewhat defesenseless save for a few dog demonesses protecting it.
Victory had never tasted sweeter.
She barely hid her amusement as the gates opened to reveal two female dog demon soldiers holding white flags. But it was the figure behind them that truly captured her interest—a male, adorned in regal robes, his silver hair shimmering like the moon itself.
"So, this is what the once-mighty Queen of the West leaves behind," Kagome thought, a wicked grin spreading across her face. The memory of the dog demon queen fleeing the battlefield like a coward still filled her with contempt. Kagome had expected a grand fight, 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 grovel in her stead. Despite her disdain for his mother, Kagome found herself intrigued by the prince. His aura was proud, but there was a vulnerability in the way he carried himself. Unlike his mother, he hadn’t run.
“I’ll give him that much,” she murmured under her breath. “At least he has the spine to face me.”
Sango chuckled at her side. “Your Majesty, he’s beautiful. A shame he’s been left to clean up his mother’s mess.”
“Perhaps,” Kagome replied, her grin widening. “But I wonder… how far will he go to save his people? Let’s find out.”
Sesshomaru walked with measured steps, keeping his golden eyes low to avoid the hungry stares of the panther demonesses. Their jeers and lecherous laughter echoed in his ears, but he refused to falter.
"Humiliation is the price I must pay to save my people," Sesshomaru reminded himself, each step forward tightening the knot of shame in his chest. His mother’s retreat had left the Western Lands in disarray, and it fell to him to salvage what remained.
He clenched his fists beneath the folds of his robes, forcing his face into an impassive mask. "I will not give them the satisfaction of seeing me break. If this is what it takes to protect my people, so be it."
The panther demonesses watched him like predators stalking prey. Their taunts prickled at his pride, but Sesshomaru kept his focus on the command tent ahead. The closer he got, the heavier the air seemed to grow, saturated with the panther queen’s presence.
He entered the tent and froze under Kagome’s intense gaze. Her eyes were sharp and unrelenting, a predator sizing up her catch. Sesshomaru bowed low, his voice steady despite the fire of humiliation burning within him.
"Queen Kagome," he began, "I have come to beg for the lives of my people. Spare them from harm, and the city will be yours without resistance. The people will serve you loyally. In return, I offer you my head or my eternal service as a slave."
The laughter that followed was like a dagger to his pride.
The prince’s words sent a ripple of laughter through the room, but Kagome's gaze remained fixed on him. His voice had wavered just slightly at the end, betraying his shame.
"How noble," she thought, her amusement growing. "And how naive."
“Prince Sesshomaru, was it?” Kagome’s voice dripped with mockery. “If you’re here to beg for your people, shouldn’t you be on your knees? And put a little more effort into it, won’t you?”
The sight of him lowering himself to the ground was almost too delicious. This proud prince, the heir to the Western Lands, now groveling at her feet.
She rose from her throne and approached him, her boots echoing against the floor. When she reached him, she grabbed a fistful of his silver hair, yanking his face upward.
“Your mother fled like a coward,” Kagome said, her voice low and mocking. “She abandoned her people, her lands, and you. And yet, here you are, kneeling before me. At least you didn’t run. I’ll give you that much.”
Sesshomaru’s golden eyes flickered with emotion—was it Fear? Shame? It didn’t matter. Kagome smirked and continued, “But don’t think for a second that makes you strong. You’re here to beg. And beg you will.”
With a sharp motion, she ripped away his lower mask, exposing his full face. His pale skin flushed under her scrutiny. Kagome leaned down, her lips brushing his before capturing them in a rough kiss. She bit his lower lip, tasting the faint coppery tang of blood, and pulled back with a laugh.
“Our little prince here is a virgin,” she announced, her voice filled with mockery. The room erupted in laughter once more.
Sesshomaru’s face burned red as he lowered his gaze to the ground.
Kagome turned on her heel and addressed her generals. “Their males are ours. The city is ours, tonight we feast in a Castle.” She glanced over her shoulder at Sesshomaru, her grin wicked. “As for you, Prince… you’ll serve me as my slave. And I’ll make sure you never forget who owns you now.”
Sesshomaru rose shakily to his feet, his golden eyes still downcast. Kagome watched him with satisfaction, knowing she had not only conquered the Western Lands and soon she will brake the proud heir to its throne.
"The queen may have fled," Kagome thought, "but I’ve taken something far more valuable than her crown. Her son belongs to me now."