A Fated Reunion Under the Full Moon: Kagome and Inuyasha's Passionate Embrace

The scent of cedar and damp earth hung heavy in the air, a familiar perfume Kagome associated with the quiet solitude of the shrine grounds. Moonlight, a silver river, spilled through the ancient trees, illuminating the worn path that led to the well. It had been too long since she’d felt the earth tremble with the familiar thrum of his presence, too long since the ache in her chest had been so pronounced. Tonight, a restlessness stirred within her, a yearning that echoed the tug of the Shikon Jewel fragments scattered across the land. She adjusted the hem of her school uniform skirt, the crisp fabric a stark contrast to the wildness of the woods, her thoughts drifting, as they so often did, to him. His wild silver hair, the gleam of his fangs, the fierce protectiveness in his golden eyes – it was a constant, consuming presence in her heart.

A rustle in the undergrowth snapped her back to the present. Her breath hitched. It couldn't be… but the air vibrated with an undeniable power, a raw, untamed energy that was uniquely his. He emerged from the shadows, a magnificent, terrifying silhouette against the moonlit forest. Inuyasha. He was more stunning than she remembered, his form honed by countless battles, his crimson robes a splash of vibrant color against the muted tones of the night. His golden eyes, sharp and searching, found hers across the clearing, and a tremor of anticipation ran through her. The years had tempered his youthful impetuosity, but the fire still burned, a banked inferno that Kagome had always been drawn to.

He approached slowly, his steps silent despite the fallen leaves, a predatory grace in his every movement. Kagome’s heart pounded a frantic rhythm against her ribs, a drumbeat against the silence. Her fingers instinctively tightened on the strap of her school bag, a childish anchor in a sea of burgeoning desire. “Inuyasha…” Her voice was barely a whisper, laced with a mixture of relief and a potent, newly awakened longing. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze sweeping over her, lingering on the curve of her cheek, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the way her dark hair cascaded down her back, a silken curtain against her simple uniform. A faint smile, a rare and precious thing, touched his lips.

“Kagome,” his voice, a low rumble, sent a shiver down her spine. It was deeper, richer than she recalled, imbued with a newfound maturity that spoke of shared hardships and unspoken affections. He reached out, his fingers brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. The contact was electric, sending a jolt of pure sensation through her. His touch was rough yet infinitely gentle, a paradox that defined him. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, savoring the exquisite sensation, the phantom warmth of his skin against hers.

“It’s been… too long,” she managed, her voice thick with emotion. He nodded, his golden eyes darkening with an intensity that made her blush rise. “The Jewel… it calls to you, doesn’t it?” His question was gentle, understanding. He knew the burden she carried, the responsibility that weighed on her young shoulders. But tonight, the weight felt different. Tonight, it was eclipsed by a more primal, more personal need that was beginning to bloom within her.

“It does,” she admitted, her gaze dropping to the ground. “But… sometimes, I just want to be Kagome. Not the priestess, not the guardian of the Jewel.” She looked up, her eyes pleading. “Just Kagome. Here. With you.” The vulnerability in her voice seemed to strike him. He took a step closer, the distance between them shrinking until she could feel the heat radiating from his body. His scent, a unique blend of dog demon and something wild and earthy, filled her senses, intoxicating her.

“You are Kagome,” he said, his voice a low murmur, a promise. He reached out again, his hands cupping her face, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. His touch was a balm, soothing the ache of separation, igniting a different kind of fire. Her skirt rustled as she shifted, an involuntary movement born of nerves and burgeoning desire. She could feel the warmth of his palms seeping into her skin, chasing away the chill of the night and the lingering chill of loneliness. He leaned in, his gaze locked on hers, a question in his golden depths. She didn’t need words. She tilted her head, her lips parting slightly, a silent invitation.

His lips met hers, tentatively at first, a feather-light caress that sent ripples of longing through her. Then, the kiss deepened, the hesitation vanishing, replaced by a desperate urgency. His tongue, warm and insistent, traced the seam of her lips, coaxing them apart. She welcomed him in, their tongues entwining in a dance of pure passion. It was a kiss that spoke of years of unspoken yearning, of shared battles and quiet moments of understanding, of a love that had been forged in the crucible of danger and cemented by an undeniable connection. Her hands found their way to his hair, her fingers tangling in the silken strands, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until the world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the intoxicating embrace.

He broke away, his breath coming in ragged gasps, his golden eyes blazing with an emotion so intense it stole her breath. “Kagome…” he rasped, his voice thick with desire. He looked at her, really looked at her, as if seeing her for the first time, and yet, as if he had known her soul for an eternity. His gaze traced the line of her throat, the swell of her breasts beneath the thin fabric of her uniform shirt. A flush crept up her neck, a betraying heat that mirrored the growing heat in her own body. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the fabric covering her chest, his touch sending a cascade of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly beneath the light pressure, a silent testament to her arousal.

“Your skirt…” he murmured, his gaze fixed on the hem. Kagome’s hand flew to it, a blush coloring her cheeks. It felt suddenly too thin, too revealing, yet she made no move to lower it. He understood. With a slow, deliberate movement, he slid his hand beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing against the smooth skin of her thigh. Her breath hitched. His touch was both reverent and possessive, exploring the curve of her leg, inching upwards, his thumb brushing against the delicate lace of her panties. The friction sent a wave of exquisite pleasure through her, making her knees tremble.

“You’re… beautiful, Kagome,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together. She could feel the hard ridge of his arousal against her belly, a potent reminder of the raw desire that pulsed between them. His hand continued its ascent, his fingers finding the elastic edge of her panties. He paused, his golden eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. Kagome met his gaze, her own eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation and an overwhelming, insatiable need. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips.

He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate curve of her hip, then venturing lower, his touch feather-light, yet sending waves of pleasure through her. He explored the soft, yielding flesh of her inner thigh, his touch growing bolder, more insistent. Kagome whimpered, her back arching instinctively, her hands clenching at his hair. She felt herself on the brink, a tidal wave of sensation building within her.

He looked up, his golden eyes meeting hers, a silent question in their depths. Kagome nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned forward, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Her whole body tensed, then surrendered to the exquisite torture. He continued his exploration, his kisses growing more intimate, more demanding. He traced the delicate folds of her vulva, his touch sending shivers of pure pleasure through her. Kagome cried out, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She felt herself building towards a shattering release, her body arching, her hips thrusting against his seeking lips. He coaxed her closer to the precipice, his tongue a masterful instrument of pleasure, teasing, tormenting, until she could no longer bear it. With a ragged cry, she climaxed, her body convulsing around him, her pleasure a blinding, overwhelming torrent. She collapsed against him, breathless and trembling, her senses still reeling from the intensity of her release. He held her, his arms strong and steady, letting her find her balance. The moonlight cast a soft glow on their intertwined bodies, a sacred intimacy born of passion and shared vulnerability.

He rose slowly, his golden eyes alight with a primal fire. He looked at her, then at the skirt pooled around her legs. With a deliberate movement, he reached down and pulled the fabric further up, exposing her completely. Kagome’s breath hitched. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a mixture of embarrassment and a strange, thrilling boldness. He knelt before her again, his gaze sweeping over her exposed body, lingering on the swells of her breasts, the curve of her waist, the soft expanse of her belly. His eyes then traveled lower, to where her panties still lay discarded at her ankles.

“You are magnificent,” he breathed, his voice a husky whisper. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the curve of her breast, his touch sending another wave of shivers through her. Her nipples hardened instantly at his touch, begging for more. He lowered his head, his lips brushing against the tender skin of her breasts, then closing around one. Kagome gasped, her body arching instinctively. He suckled gently at first, then with a growing urgency, his tongue teasing and tormenting her nipple until it was hard and exquisitely sensitive. She cried out, her hands finding their way to his silver hair, pulling him closer, wanting more. He moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite torment, his lips and tongue igniting a fire that spread through her entire body. She felt a familiar, intoxicating ache growing between her legs, a yearning for his touch, his presence.

He pulled back, his golden eyes locking with hers, a predatory glint in their depths. “Kagome,” he rasped, his voice raw with desire. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the hem of her skirt. He slowly, deliberately, pushed the fabric upwards, revealing her bare legs and the delicate lace of her panties. Her breath hitched as his gaze swept over her, lingering on the enticing glimpse of what lay beneath. He knelt before her, his movements fluid and powerful, his golden eyes devouring her. He reached out, his fingers brushing against the elastic edge of her panties, a slow, tantalizing exploration. Her breath caught in her throat as his fingers continued their ascent, his touch sending ripples of pleasure through her. He slid his hand further, his thumb brushing against her clit, sending a jolt of exquisite sensation through her. Kagome moaned, her body arching instinctively. She felt herself on the brink of another climax, her senses heightened by the lingering pleasure and the growing anticipation. He looked up at her, his golden eyes filled with a desire that mirrored her own. She gave a small, almost perceptible nod. He smiled, a slow, knowing smile that promised an exquisite indulgence.

With a gentle tug, he slid her panties down her hips, the lace whispering against her skin. The cool night air kissed her exposed flesh, a startling sensation that only heightened her arousal. Her skirt, now pooling around her thighs, offered little concealment. He knelt before her, his golden eyes devouring her. He looked at her naked lower half, his gaze filled with a possessive awe. He reached out, his fingers tracing the delicate