Toy of the Gods by Fortunesque

When alone...

It was good for her to have time alone, even if it was for twenty minutes in a hot spring. Not two minutes earlier, Sango had left the spring to go to bed. That left Kagome blissfully alone.

For three years the group of shard hunters had pursued Naraku in hopes that they could exact revenge upon the insidious hanyou. In those three years, Kagome had done as she always had; picking up messes after everyone else. She was wearing thin at the seams, but her bubbly personality refused to let her show her duress. She had taken up a secret art that relieved all her stress and melted away all of her troubles. After all, what else was an eighteen year old virgin to do?

Yes, Kagome was quite skilled in the art of self gratification.

Of course, nobody knew this. She would be absolutely mortified if someone knew, even though she was aware of the fact that everybody does it. The miko from the future was so shy about her activities that, even though she was a legal adult, never had the guts to go to a sex shop and buy a dildo. Nope, her bottle of body spray was just the perfect size anyways.

Often, she indulged in reading dirty fan fiction; it was from stumbling across these gold mines of decadent literature that she had been able to feel herself and discover her sexuality. She was quite the vixen... inside her head at least. These musings usually got her nowhere short of depressed.

She left her pitiful musings behind as she began to feel the effects of her climax beginning. Usually, she never fantasized about a specific man; she simply felt.

Something about this time was different. As she hit her climax, one name was drawn from her lips. The name Sesshoumaru was gasped in reverence, and immediately following said gasp, her eyes widened. Wantonly, she gasped his name repetitively, and with each gasp, her volume increased to a lusty moan.

Perhaps her vocalization was a result of a longing that she was unaware of; to be intimate with Sesshoumaru in a way she knew would never happen. Of course he was practically a god with his looks, but she hadn't thought about having sex with him before. 'After all,' she mused, 'these thoughts will get me nowhere.'

When she came down from her self-induced high, she was struck with a chord of longing and deep self loathing. In all her life, she had never felt so insignificant. After all, the Lord of the West was lofty over her, and she was too insignificant to be anything sexual to him. She was too childlike, too human for a creature of such ethereal beauty.

After that, Kagome was drawn into a morbid silence. Her thoughts trailed to where they shouldn't have. Was his penis big? Did he know how to please a woman? Is it true that the quiet men are complete animals in bed? Her virginal mind, although corrupted, was unable to supply stable answers to these nagging questions.

It seemed like the miko from the future stunned herself into silence, even as she went to bed. The last thing she uttered as she fell asleep was one name, whispered with such reverence:

Sesshoumaru