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A low growl rumbled in his chest. Since he had entered the shrine under the protection of night’s darkness, she had maintained the upper hand. She had removed his suikan, leaving his hanjuban in a state of disarray as he only managed to bare her shoulders and untie her red hakama. In a rush of lips and tongue and hands, they ended on the floor, Kikyo straddling his lap.
He buried his cold, wet nose in the nape of her neck, breathing in her scent. When he felt her lips brush against his ear, her hot breath on his soft, velvety pink inner ear, he couldn’t stop the sound -- the helpless moan -- that escaped from his throat. Snow-white ears flickered and swiveled away from the playful lips and teeth that sought them out.
His threat was half-hearted, and her teasing response only earned her another growl. Clawed hands pulled at the priestess’s top to free her from its constraints as fanged teeth nipped at her collar. If she was going to illicit such sounds from him, it was only fair he hear them from her, too.
