Nice Arm by mythicamagic

Chapter 1

AN: this is gonna be weird okay. If you're ride or die, stick around. This takes place after the events of Inuyasha. Everything is the same but Sesshoumaru never got his missing arm back when gaining Bakusaiga. He still only has one arm ~ figure it out or don't, bahaha

This is for Sesskag Week Day 7 - 'Free Day' and for you, Neb! And so ends Sesskag Week 2021! Hope you enjoyed!

Warning: smut and mild dub/con

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Without company for an extended period of time, all creatures were susceptible to becoming a little… wilder due to the isolation.

This went for Sesshoumaru as well.

Some time ago, he had left Jaken behind at the Western Stronghold, and even earlier before then, Rin at the human village. He did not know when he had last visited the humble place. A year, perhaps.

One year since he'd last laid eyes on the miko Kagome.

Sesshoumaru had sought to rid himself of a sickness deep inside his chest which warmed every time she opened that irritating, alluring mouth of hers, and so he'd left; trying to outrun the sensation.

He'd shed his armour and swords, leaving them at home. After that, the elusive Daiyoukai took to the forests, wandering. Alone.

It would just be him and his instincts for company.

Prowling, chasing, killing, slaking his thirst in rivers or allowing the coppery taste of blood to flow down his throat; Sesshoumaru gorged himself on survival, falling into a place that made inuyoukai instincts purr and worries be forgotten. He was the top of the food chain, all complicated fantasies about mikos bent over riverbanks pushed down.

The only roadblock to his complete and feral satisfaction was the females.

He could manage perfectly fine during sex with just one arm- or three legs in his true form. Of this, Sesshoumaru felt certain. He'd be more than successful in his ability to mount a demoness and pleasure her- but all turned him away before he could obtain the chance.

None desired to bed a male they pitied.

Bloodied teeth flashed, and Sesshoumaru snarled. Hard claws twitched, narrowly holding himself back from killing the female who dared refuse him based on something so ridiculous.

Fine.

If that was how they wanted it.

He took to the skies, senses opening up, air currents flowing through his nostrils.

There. Below in the valley.

Sesshoumaru coiled his energy into a sphere of white, bolting sharply into a harsh descent like a falling star. Without a word to the ogre, he struck his single arm down. Cleaving through muscle and bone, Sesshoumaru ripped their arm free from their torso with a clean swipe. The beast wailed in agony, lunging for him with their remaining arm.

Something snapped.

Before he knew it, Sesshoumaru was upon their neck, ripping their jugular out with sharp teeth and beheading them with a flick of the wrist.

What unnerved him about it was that Sesshoumaru couldn't recall being lucid enough to make the decision to kill. He'd simply relied on instinct alone. Slanting a red, burning gaze to the twitching, severed limb of the large ogre, Sesshoumaru drew closer, planting his boot on the forearm and pushing down.

"Obey," he said, voice rough with disuse. He then yanked his hankimono aside enough to expose his chest and left side, muscle, skin and bone stopping beneath the shoulder. Picking up the ogre's arm, he thrust the severed side against his stump, heedless of the freshly bleeding limb, willing the connection to forge through the use of his youki. Dark billowing energy burst to life, feeding through the connection and willing their flesh and bone to merge.

The ogre's old willpower fought Sesshoumaru briefly, before the Daiyoukai's will proved strong, dominating it and claiming the large limb for his own. It was oversized and blue, three-fingered with a thumb. He tested it, flexing long fingers successfully.

This will do.

He could easily pick up a female or use this to support his weight.

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They refused him still. Each demoness no matter their breeding fled from him now, fear, disgust or alarm in their scents.

Sesshoumaru's youki blazed around him. Crimson eyes narrowed. He'd sought a female for the sole purpose of ridding himself of pent-up desires since he couldn't direct them to the source of his problem. His damn yearning and fixation for over a year.

The large muscled arm flexed.

Sesshoumaru tilted his head consideringly, instinct stirring. Except...he could. Yes, it was so simple. Why hadn't he done it before? Why had he removed himself from the situation?

He should've claimed Kagome back then. None of this 'feelings' nonsense. He was not a man of feeling. Sharp teeth flashed.

He was a demon. A warlord. And warlords took what they wanted, regardless of consideration for others.

Sesshoumaru burst into the skies, senses open, straining for the barest sniff of citrus and holy powers on the breeze while careening in the direction of the village, which loomed many, many miles away.

Markings skittered, elongating, running jagged over his pale body beneath his clothes. Unable to halt himself, Sesshoumaru burst into a smaller version of his true form, racing through the skies. A jubilant, starving howl thundered through grey clouds, booming like distant thunder.

He was finally going to her.

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He found the miko in the ricefields that evening, having flown the entire day. With the sun reduced to a burning flare dipped below the horizon, dusk had plunged everything into pink and purple hues.

Kagome was the last person in the fields, setting aside her work. She straightened, removing her paddy hat and stretching.

If Sesshoumaru were more sound of mind at that moment, he'd contemplate why she was labouring out in the fields. Perhaps she was doing the farmers a favour or had become self-sufficient, receiving goods in exchange for work. He did not know nor wonder. Hungry attention clung to the sweat on her neck, the sublime arch of her spine and curve of her ass scarcely visible through her miko attire.

Large claws flexed. That would need to change.

A deep cavernous void had opened up in his gut, and the hollowness pervaded his chest, lungs and throat, lining his tongue with a dry texture. One whiff of her scent elicited saliva to pool in his wanting mouth. Sesshoumaru panted, energy barely contained.

Kagome whipped her head up suddenly, facing him.

He'd appeared at the other end of the ricefield, standing submerged in the dirty water, liquid pooling around his shins.

"Sesshoumaru-" her breathing hitched.

She stared with those large blue eyes that had haunted his nights alone. Complete silence followed her voice, not an insect or bird disturbing the calm before the storm. "I-it's you. Where have you been?"

Her attention ran down his form. He'd managed to keep his hankimono clean over the months but it was nowhere near as flawlessly white as before. He'd stripped the material off his arms to hang about his waist, leaving him bare-chested to try and alleviate the fever heating his skin. Mokomoko was absent. The hakama pants felt too tight, obi constricting. He wanted it all off.

Kagome stared at his new scars from months of fighting. His muscles were corded and tense. Crimson eyes revealed the depths of his obsession. Sesshoumaru tossed mindfulness and lucidity to the wind, taking a step forward.

"That new arm- why have you attached it?" she questioned softly, bristling when he took another step. "Answer me, you jerk! You disappear for a whole year, one month and two days but you can't be bothered to- ah!"

Sesshoumaru's ogre arm had swung out as he'd appeared before her. Kagome ducked down, backing up and raising a hand.

Fierce and ridiculous rejection slammed into his heart. With a snarl, his claws lashed out for her- swiping across her clothes to tear them like butter- latching tight in the scraps at her chest.

Kagome snarled right back, temper brightening her gaze. Demonic blood sang at the action, before reiki burst out between them. Pain assured his senses, Sesshoumaru quickly yanking the new arm back. Its blue forearm steamed, bubbling with burns. He forced youki into it in order to heal the wounds.

Crackling eyes snapped back to his strong female.

"So this is how you want it, huh?" she muttered, her heart thundering so loud he could hear it drumming a delicious, frantic beat in his ears.

Hazy attention redirected to her, arousal flaring at the sight. His last attack had torn harshly into her white miko robes, exposing some pink flesh of her breasts.

Sharp canines gnashed together. His nostrils flared, drowning in citrus and holy powers. Sesshoumaru's lips peeled back to reveal spittle-coated teeth, saliva pooled and escaped the corners of his mouth. Rumbling escaped into the space between them. His cock twitched and hardened.

Kagome stared at him, muscles strung tight. She then sighed, air whooshing out of her lungs. "Alright. It's not the way I would've chosen this to happen- but fine," turning tail, she burst into a run. "Come get me, you jerk!"

A bellowing snarl deafened his own ears, cock throbbing. Blood pumped dizzyingly fast, coiling muscle allowing him to spring free after her in hot pursuit.

She shouldn't have run. It only made the fever howl louder. So lost to sensation was he that Sesshoumaru barely caught onto her words or the fact that Kagome fled for the trees instead of calling for help. She weaved around trunks and evaded his swipes for her- but also looked around, gauging the distance between them and the village further beyond. She took them further away from it, until Sesshoumaru finally pounced.

This time Kagome didn't avoid him, she gasped as the new arm wrapped around her throat, bringing her in close.

A slick tongue roved over her salty tasting cheek, slightly damp with sweat. An appreciative rumble sounded from his chest.

Kagome shivered and panted, blue eyes gazing at him. "Sesshouma- gah!"

He squeezed her throat, just to feel the airways protest- soon allowing her breath. She smelled and tasted so good.

Releasing her, he allowed only the briefest of reprieve, grabbing at her kosode and tearing it harshly from her torso while simultaneously latching his mouth onto her neck.

"Gn! D-damn it," Kagome croaked, shuddering.

If he were in a better frame of mind Sesshoumaru would've purred with gladness at the way her palms met his chest without violence. How her eyes darkened.

However, the second he caught the spike of arousal in her scent, all was lost.

His larger body knocked hers to the ground, grass barely cushioning the fall. Tugging at her red hakama pants, his palm curled over her clothed sex and pulled- a ripping noise sounding out.

Kagome lay panting, bare beneath him. Torn clothing clung to her arms and legs, chest heaving.

Mine.

Sesshoumaru turned her over onto her side, nestling behind her and yanking the miko in close while minding his clothing aside, freeing his cock. Warm breath fanned on her ear.

He groaned softly as Kagome leaned back against his torso, and his right knee knocked between her thighs. The spike of fire spreading through his loins felt so good. And yet even baser instincts desired more- more evidence of slick. He could not take her yet.

Sesshoumaru brought the pads of his ugly, blue, attached fingers to her clit, prying and rubbing. She gasped, hands clamping hard around his wrist, lids fluttering. "W-wait-"

He yanked his free arm around her, pulling her flush against his body- angling her chin to turn- shoving a tongue past her teeth. Blunt nails dug into the meat of blue flesh. But she didn't cry out, didn't fight, just opened her mouth and allowed him to choke her with his tongue. It was not a kiss but a melding of mouths. A claiming. Carnal lust roared fiercer as she responded. Her hips bucked, quickly unravelling him.

He had the sense to pull away and bite at the bulky ogre claws, blunting two down and spitting out the sharp ends before prying one digit deep inside clenching walls, feeling her spasm around it. The thickness of one was likely the same as taking three of his regular fingers.

Kagome shuddered and mewled, gasping in his hold.

"S-stop- ngh! No- I- I want your fingers not this- fuck-" she gritted out, jolting and sighing as the ogre thumb found her clit, rubbing with coaxing circles.

Sesshoumaru pumped the finger, panting against dark hair rendered slick at the nape of her neck. He licked and sucked at the sweat clinging there, grinding against her ass while rocking the oversized palm against her.

Kagome cried out, gripping his new forearm hard while his free hand cupped and played with a perky breast.

She bucked and nestled her ass back against his cock, squirming, so he snarled and bit into the sensitive flesh of her shoulder.

"Please, please-" she kept whining, so he brought his striped free hand up, shoving two fingers into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Kagome immediately clamped onto them, tongue roving, sucking.

Sesshoumaru felt a thrill rip through him. Her enthusiasm made precum glisten on the tip of his aching length. He thrust a second bulky talon inside her sex, nestling in and probing, joining the other in a hard rhythm. The two stretched her, slickness barely assisting the harsh drag and glide of oversized fingers pumping her core.

When she gave a muffled cry around the soaked digits in her mouth, Sesshoumaru urged the foreign hand faster, fingers curling, hitting deep inside- thumb rubbing her sensitive bud.

Kagome went ramrod straight in his hold, choking around his claws. Her back then arched, moaning outright. Fresh juices pooled around the ogre fingers, gushing. Evidence of her orgasm sated the prideful desire to make her cum- and now the Daiyoukai wished to claim.

Sesshoumaru slid the digits free from her weeping sex, tongue snaking out to lick the wet knuckles. "Kagome..." he hissed in a dark, growling tone.

Kagome gave an answering muffled noise, pushing his regular hand from her mouth. "Se-Sesshoumaru," she panted.

"Claim you," he growled, grasping her and standing, forcing Kagome's trembling fawn-like legs to find the ground before he lifted her beneath warm thighs. "Going to- claim you. I should have- gn- before."

"No kidding," she gasped, legs suspended in the air. "Talk later- just get on with it for now. Hurry."

Sesshoumaru shuddered. She felt so warm at his front. His cock glided and slid against her dripping opening before bumping her clit- finding her folds.

Kagome quivered and mewled as he sheathed himself within her from behind.

It felt good, so good; he could feel blinding sensation all the way to his curling toes. His breath hitched in his lungs, beginning to move. Her scent had been overpowered, his own clinging to her like a second skin- but it wasn't enough. He needed to fill her. Only his seed pooling inside would satisfy.

Lean hips ground smoothly against the supple curve of her ass. Sesshoumaru panted gruffly. Adjusting his grip to grasp her beneath a knee, he raised it higher and opened her further for him, giving a hard buck. His cock plunged deep.

Kagome threw her head back in ecstasy. Her moans and eager whimpers mixed with his snarling, throaty bellows.

Sesshoumaru's thrusts rocked her up and down on his length, plunging his cock in and out. When heat tightened in his gut, the thrusts bled into harsh- relentless pounding.

"Ah!"

Kagome cried out, head tilting back to rest on his shoulder, body jolting, unable to do much more than take it. Lewd, wet sounds of rut filled the forest like a symphony.

Youki rose, skittering and heady like a burgeoning storm. It worked into his very skin and markings, making the latter jagged and bold. He raised his slightly transformed muzzle to the branches overhead and bellowed deeply, cementing his body into hers. A hot rush poured out of him to gush within Kagome, cumming inside with stuttering thrusts.

Kagome screamed hoarsely, limbs quivering, cunt clenching like a vice while her own orgasm ripped through her.

Panting harshly, he sank down to the ground.

Laying in shattered bliss with her, while the world spun, Sesshoumaru slowly regained his senses, features returning to normal flawless beauty. The buzz of instincts pulled away. Logical thoughts returned. Intellect. He shifted, turning Kagome over to face him. Her eyes were hazed, lulled by their afterglow. She was a mess, but there were no tears. He touched her cheek far gentler than any previous touch.

"Are you…" he trailed off, voice raspy.

"I'm-" she panted, touching his wrist, "-fine. Considering. What the...what the hell was that?"

Golden eyes slid away. He wished he'd embraced her more as a lover than a common rut. "I do not know."

The fog cleared, temper flaring in her eyes. Kagome pushed herself up slightly with a shuddering breath. "Oh really? You're going to play that game? Right after fucking me?"

He winced, gut tightening. Kagome tilted her chin up, unimpressed. She shifted to pick herself up- but Sesshoumaru latched onto her, trapping the miko beneath him with a tug.

She seemed wholly unsurprised, frowning up at him. But past this, buried- he could see real hurt swimming beneath the surface of her ocean blue depths. "Why did you disappear? I...I didn't say it, but you knew. Surely you knew that I liked you after spending so much time together in the village," salt fanned into the air, twisting his stomach. "You liked me too. So what gives?"

His thumb wiped away a hot tear before it could complete its journey down her cheek. "This one could not have you."

"Why?"

"I was not...there yet," Sesshoumaru struggled. He then sighed, lowering his head to brush pale bangs over her neck, resting there a moment. "Old things, habits, came to mind. Prejudices. It would not have been fair to you- to take you while thinking less of humans- while thinking of my attachment to you as a sickness. I pushed everything down, even logical thought. Instincts took over while I lived without living."

Kagome ran a hand through his bangs tentatively. "You repressed everything for a whole year and it exploded out like this?"

"Hn…"

"You're so dumb," she sighed, burying her face in her hands and groaning. "I missed you, damn jerk," came out muffled against her palms.

Sesshoumaru kissed down her neck in an ardent trail, peppering lingering ones over her chest. His clawed hand braced his weight over her, making a fist in the grass. "I...turned inside out, maddened for you."

Kagome released a sigh, running the plains of her forgiving hands over his tense back. He did not deserve her, Sesshoumaru knew this. "How's that prejudice stuff doing after ignoring the problem for a year?"

"The built-in prejudices from my peers that were whispered to me in childhood remain, but-" he shifted to capture her chin, eyes meeting. "I will heed them no longer. They will never hinder me from wanting you. I wish to keep you. Permanently."

Blue eyes widened slightly, more tears collecting at the corners. She leaned up, capturing him in a tight embrace and locking them together. "Took you long enough," she murmured, shuddering with relief.

Sesshoumaru made a rumbling croon, the burned edges of his shattered instincts repairing, kindling again. He'd probably never be free from the hunger for her. He'd likely haunt her footsteps like a starving wolf for many moons to come.

"First things first-" she grasped his ogre arm with slight distaste. "You don't need this."

His teeth flashed. "Hn, you seemed to enjoy it, dear heart."

"Oh don't get all smirky- yes it has big fingers but I only want your touch."

She said it so easily. Like a seasoned lover. He inwardly purred at her admission, stroking her hair reverently, still amazed to finally be touching her.

"Merely think of it as a sex-toy for our use."

"I can't get past it, sorry. It's going."

"Fine."

Leaning off her, Sesshoumaru rolled onto his back- grasping the blue oversized arm and yanking. His features remained placid while muscle and bone snapped apart, youki quickly working to lick over his freed stump, healing.

Tossing the imposter limb away into the bushes, Sesshoumaru made to move again- but Kagome sat on his lap. She straddled him with a sultry smile, reaching down to stroke him. "There, isn't that better? It's just us now."

There was no pity in her eyes due to his severed limb. Kagome merely looked at him with arousal and affection, a truly worthy mate. She outshone the females he'd sought to take in his instinct fueled state. It simply didn't matter to her. Sesshoumaru curled a hand in her hair, tugging to urge her down.

"Mine," he uttered before their lips met.

Kagome cut her eyes to the sky, kissing him. "I was yours a long time ago. You were just too set in your ways to see it. Can't believe an ogre-arm of all things brought you back."

"Hn, I will not be making such oversights again," he grunted, kissing her with much more bruising force. Kagome repaid him in kind, stroking him back into biting arousal and sinking herself down upon him, riding with a possessiveness that claimed him as her own.

"You're- gn- mine too."

"Yes," the demon heartily agreed around a hiss, lost to building, wild sensations anew.

End