And with a huff, a pair of strong arms wrapped around your frame, the warm feeling of a loose kimono and furr warmly embraced you as that ominous aura stood close behind.

The smell of fresh blood and musk was quick to reach you.

[...]

Sesshōmaru was just like this, he'd claim he didn't care, that he hated you and he'd never come back again.

And then, one week after, he comes back because he's hurt, exhausted or fed up with something.

[..]

The people that lived in your village along were terrified, everytime a new one found out, it was sure they'd come to ask if everything was in place.

It's not everyday you live in the village where a woman regularly recieves visits from the eldest son of the Great Dog Dayōkai, after all.

[...]

You never bothered, the kids called you things and joked around, you found it cute. Some women looked at you weirdly, as if wondering why would you rather care for a demon instead of finding a husband or such.

It was funny, at least for you.