I don't own Inuyasha, nor will I profit from it
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The small piece of leftover cake sat forgotten on top of the yellow sack, the intended consumer busy with other things.
Kagome moaned as Sesshomaru's tongue again delved deep inside of her, tasting her essence. She never knew that anything could feel this good, this hot. The sensation of climbing into a hotspring after a long day of walking was nothing compared to this! This was by far the best present she had recieved on her seventeenth birthday.
For his part, Sesshomaru did not know what a cake was. He had assumed the alluring aroma was coming from the girl herself, and not the innocent looking piece of food.
'Although this girl does not taste bad either...' he thought....