InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Citrus Rain ❯ Loving Touch aka Sweet Release ( Chapter 2 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
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Rin cracked one eye open, and then the other. Beside her, Jaken snored on, his nasal noises and nose bubble extremely undignified. At any other time, Rin would have happily woken the toad demon to scold him for snoring, but her usual optimism was gone. Tonight, her heart was heavy her own private, desperate loneliness.
I want you to look at me, Sesshoumaru-sama!
Quietly she rose and crept around the ashes of the camp fire, to where Sesshoumaru reclined against the tree, his head laid back against his fluff, his eyes closed. She was as stealthy as she knew how to be, but by the time she reached his side, his head was up and his amber eyes were glowing slightly in the pale moonlight as he looked at her.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered softly, her pleading voice breaking with her emotions.
He said and did nothing, his face impassive, but she knew by his lack of rebuke that she had his assent to continue.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered again, but this time her voice was warmer; huskier as her need for him ignited her lust.
Shamelessly she pushed one side of her kimono off of one shoulder. Then she pushed the other side down, so that the bunched material around her front barely hid her breasts. One by one she pulled her arms free, so that the silk hung free around her waist, held in place by her obi.
Look at me Sesshoumaru-sama!
She had his full attention now, as his gaze roamed no higher than her bared breasts, and despite herself, she almost bolted. The steady, cool gaze of his amber eyes burned through her like ice and flame. More than anything, she feared his indifference; to face his apathy was more than she could bear! She craved his attention; like an addict she would do anything to have more.
Don’t look at anyone else. Don’t look at anyone but me!
For Rin, time held still as Sesshoumaru continued to stare at her chest. She felt her nipples grow hard in excited arousal. Her hands dropped to her obi and with trembling fingers she loosened the knot so that she could slip the cloth belt off her slim hips. Guiding it down her thighs, she let it go, and the rest of her kimono pooled to the ground at her feet with a hushed sound.
She watched his face as his solemn, steady eyes swept unhurriedly down the length of her supple young body. Still he said nothing; there wasn’t the slightest flicker of emotion in his eyes, but he did not condemn her actions and because of that she found the courage to proceed. Stepping out of the circle of her clothes, she padded towards him on silent bare feet, her hips swaying with unconscious enticement.
Please Sesshoumaru-sama! Please look at me!
She stopped by his side, and very slowly knelt beside him, as if he was a wild animal that would bolt if she made one wrong move. He looked her over again, with an intent thoroughness that took her breath away. Something flared to life in the depths of his eyes as he raised his gaze to meet hers.
With great care she reached out and curled her fingers into his fluffy, clinging desperately to that small handhold when all she really wanted to do is fling herself into his embrace.
“Please, just let me touch you, Sesshoumaru-sama!” she cried softly, her dark eyes turning luminous with unshed tears. Bravely she extended her fingers and touched the back of his hand with the very tips.
“Please…” she begged sweetly as she leaned forward, circling his hands with hers.
“Just let me…” she trailed off as she lifted his hand and pressed a kiss into his palm.
In that moment she waited, waited for him to jerk his hand away, to reject her as the lowly human that she was, to forever banish her for being so daring as to touch him with her filthy mortal hands.
He did nothing.
She tamped down her elation, wondering how long his casual curiosity would allow her to take liberties like this. Flicking his skin with her tongue, she tasted him, then licked a path from the center of his palm up to the center of his wrist. Circling the pulse there with her tongue, she closed her lips over that sensitive skin and nipped.
A deep vibration rumbled through her body and was gone so fast she thought she imagined it.
Her eyes flickered to his; he was watching her with a kind of intense single mindedness that was hard to miss. Before, her actions had sparked his curiosity, but now she held his interest. Against his skin she allowed herself a small, giddy smile of success. Gently she placed his hand on her shoulder, where he let it rest without moving it. Bracing her hand on his breast plate, she boldly leaned into him, reaching out with her tongue to trace the length of his collarbone where it peaked out from beneath his kimono. Even under his breastplate, she could feel his shiver.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered with reverent adoration against his skin.
He shivered again.
She dipped her tongue into the hollow between his collarbones, thrusting into that sensitive indention, then licked her way up the strong column of his neck, feathering her lips across the pulse point under the side of his jaw.
“I love you, Sesshoumaru-sama…” she crooned, her mouth moving against his skin. She nipped his pulse, and the rumbling vibrations of his growl echoed through her teeth into her skull.
“I love you…” she repeated, her lips teasing the skin where the lobe of his pointed ear met the base of his jaw, “So much…”
He lay passive beneath her; from where her body was pressed against his armor, she couldn’t tell whether his body was showing any interest. She knew, with a soul deep ache, that he could never love the little girl whose life he’d saved; all she asked, all she dared hope for, was to be able to cherish him by touch and taste. To be accepted, if not by his heart, then at least by his body.
Look at me, Sesshoumaru-sama! Listen to my wish!
Daringly, she let her hand fall to the side of his waist.
“I love you…” she breathed as she nibbled her way up the outside of his ear, “More than the water that quenches my thirst.”
“I love you…” she crooned as she traced the magenta swipes on his cheek with her tongue, “More than the food that quiets my hunger.”
“I love you…” she repeated as she pressed a kiss to his temple, “More than the air that fills the lungs in my chest.”
“I love you…” she sincerely confessed as she dropped kisses along his brow, “More than the life that I have now.”
“I will love you,” she vowed as she placed her tear stained lips against the crescent moon on his forehead, “More than an eternity; beyond even my own death.”
“Please, let me do this!” she pleaded desperately as she moved her hand from his hip, under his armor, towards his groin. He made no move to stop her, and when her hand settled on his erection, she found him hard and ready.
All the air slammed out of her lungs, and her eyes widened as she realized she couldn’t close her hand completely around the thickness of him. She began to pant, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and wetness quickened between her legs. His grip hardened compulsively on her shoulder as the musk of her arousal flooded the air between them.
“Rin,” he growled against her throat as he nipped her with his teeth. His hand settled over hers, and with quick, rough strokes, he ground himself against her palm.
“Please!” she whimpered as her body screamed in need.
With expert ease and a quick flick of his wrist, he loosened the front tie on his pants and freed himself. It was she who straddled his hips, she who took him into her hand and guided the tip of him against her opening, and it was she who sheathed him within her with one decisive thrust of her hips.
“Ah!” she half sobbed, half cried at the abrupt pain. All of her inner muscles clenched in protest against the sudden invasion. For a moment, all she could do was pant, her chest heaving as she struggled to adjust to the very immediate reality of having the width and length of his cock inside of her. She shivered, and beneath her, he shuddered in response.
His hand closed over her shoulder, gave it a small squeeze, and slid down the delicate curve of her back to cup her ass.
“Rin,” he urged her into motion as his hand guided her hips to rise. With stray tears trickling down her cheeks, she complied, allowing him to set a rhythm of thrust and withdraw that quickly enflamed her passion anew.
“Ah! Ah!” she cried helplessly as each motion of her hips drove his enlarged phallus deeper and harder inside of her.
“Ah! AH!” she shouted with her head falling back in abandon as she lost herself to the sensations of him sliding in and out of her.
“AH! AHHH! SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!” she screamed as her climax overtook her with a bright, mind blowing explosion.
“Rrrinnnn,” he rumbled in a deep, guttural growl as he came a second behind her.
The sound of their pants mingled in the quiet that followed. Rin shuddered with the aftermath of her orgasm, her ears still ringing from her release. Within her she felt him twitch and soften; completely spent.
Belatedly, she glanced over, relieved to find Jaken still soundly asleep. The twin heads of Aun eyed Sesshoumaru and her curiously, but when they made no further loud noises, the two headed dragon lost interest and went back to slumbering.
Looking up into Sesshoumaru’s slightly glazed, overly bright amber eyes; seeing the relaxed, almost blissful look on his face; Rin couldn’t suppress her joyous laugh.
“Rin LOOOOVES Sesshoumaru-sama!!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him, childishly referring to herself in third person as she got caught up in her exuberance. The spikes of his armor dug painfully into her skin, but as happy as she was, she didn’t care. He had accepted her body and her love; nothing could separate her from him now!
Beneath her embrace, he stiffened, and for an awful moment, she thought he was going to push her away. With a sinking heart, she started to scramble off of him, only to have his arm clamp around her waist.
“Sesshoumaru-sama?” she asked softly, her voice laden with tentative hope.
“Do no move,” he commanded her.
After a pause, she felt him begin to swell within her. She squirmed on his lap, testing the burgeoning sensation of having him grow hard within her.
“Hold still,” he admonished her without any real ire to his voice.
She tried so hard not to bounce; but the pleasant glow in the pit of her stomach was beginning to morph into a hunger for more. The way he was stretching her inside was exciting all the nerve endings inside of her and she knew instinctively that if she moved her hips just so, she could feed her rising need.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!” she insisted impatiently. “Again?”
“Rin,” he chided her, a touch of exasperation in his voice.
Reprimanded, she was still and quiet for all of a moment.
“Now?” she asked, wiggling eagerly as his erection filled her completely inside.
“Very well,” he conceded to her wishes, a touch of a sigh in his voice.
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Rin cracked one eye open, and then the other. Beside her, Jaken snored on, his nasal noises and nose bubble extremely undignified. At any other time, Rin would have happily woken the toad demon to scold him for snoring, but her usual optimism was gone. Tonight, her heart was heavy her own private, desperate loneliness.
I want you to look at me, Sesshoumaru-sama!
Quietly she rose and crept around the ashes of the camp fire, to where Sesshoumaru reclined against the tree, his head laid back against his fluff, his eyes closed. She was as stealthy as she knew how to be, but by the time she reached his side, his head was up and his amber eyes were glowing slightly in the pale moonlight as he looked at her.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered softly, her pleading voice breaking with her emotions.
He said and did nothing, his face impassive, but she knew by his lack of rebuke that she had his assent to continue.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered again, but this time her voice was warmer; huskier as her need for him ignited her lust.
Shamelessly she pushed one side of her kimono off of one shoulder. Then she pushed the other side down, so that the bunched material around her front barely hid her breasts. One by one she pulled her arms free, so that the silk hung free around her waist, held in place by her obi.
Look at me Sesshoumaru-sama!
She had his full attention now, as his gaze roamed no higher than her bared breasts, and despite herself, she almost bolted. The steady, cool gaze of his amber eyes burned through her like ice and flame. More than anything, she feared his indifference; to face his apathy was more than she could bear! She craved his attention; like an addict she would do anything to have more.
Don’t look at anyone else. Don’t look at anyone but me!
For Rin, time held still as Sesshoumaru continued to stare at her chest. She felt her nipples grow hard in excited arousal. Her hands dropped to her obi and with trembling fingers she loosened the knot so that she could slip the cloth belt off her slim hips. Guiding it down her thighs, she let it go, and the rest of her kimono pooled to the ground at her feet with a hushed sound.
She watched his face as his solemn, steady eyes swept unhurriedly down the length of her supple young body. Still he said nothing; there wasn’t the slightest flicker of emotion in his eyes, but he did not condemn her actions and because of that she found the courage to proceed. Stepping out of the circle of her clothes, she padded towards him on silent bare feet, her hips swaying with unconscious enticement.
Please Sesshoumaru-sama! Please look at me!
She stopped by his side, and very slowly knelt beside him, as if he was a wild animal that would bolt if she made one wrong move. He looked her over again, with an intent thoroughness that took her breath away. Something flared to life in the depths of his eyes as he raised his gaze to meet hers.
With great care she reached out and curled her fingers into his fluffy, clinging desperately to that small handhold when all she really wanted to do is fling herself into his embrace.
“Please, just let me touch you, Sesshoumaru-sama!” she cried softly, her dark eyes turning luminous with unshed tears. Bravely she extended her fingers and touched the back of his hand with the very tips.
“Please…” she begged sweetly as she leaned forward, circling his hands with hers.
“Just let me…” she trailed off as she lifted his hand and pressed a kiss into his palm.
In that moment she waited, waited for him to jerk his hand away, to reject her as the lowly human that she was, to forever banish her for being so daring as to touch him with her filthy mortal hands.
He did nothing.
She tamped down her elation, wondering how long his casual curiosity would allow her to take liberties like this. Flicking his skin with her tongue, she tasted him, then licked a path from the center of his palm up to the center of his wrist. Circling the pulse there with her tongue, she closed her lips over that sensitive skin and nipped.
A deep vibration rumbled through her body and was gone so fast she thought she imagined it.
Her eyes flickered to his; he was watching her with a kind of intense single mindedness that was hard to miss. Before, her actions had sparked his curiosity, but now she held his interest. Against his skin she allowed herself a small, giddy smile of success. Gently she placed his hand on her shoulder, where he let it rest without moving it. Bracing her hand on his breast plate, she boldly leaned into him, reaching out with her tongue to trace the length of his collarbone where it peaked out from beneath his kimono. Even under his breastplate, she could feel his shiver.
“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispered with reverent adoration against his skin.
He shivered again.
She dipped her tongue into the hollow between his collarbones, thrusting into that sensitive indention, then licked her way up the strong column of his neck, feathering her lips across the pulse point under the side of his jaw.
“I love you, Sesshoumaru-sama…” she crooned, her mouth moving against his skin. She nipped his pulse, and the rumbling vibrations of his growl echoed through her teeth into her skull.
“I love you…” she repeated, her lips teasing the skin where the lobe of his pointed ear met the base of his jaw, “So much…”
He lay passive beneath her; from where her body was pressed against his armor, she couldn’t tell whether his body was showing any interest. She knew, with a soul deep ache, that he could never love the little girl whose life he’d saved; all she asked, all she dared hope for, was to be able to cherish him by touch and taste. To be accepted, if not by his heart, then at least by his body.
Look at me, Sesshoumaru-sama! Listen to my wish!
Daringly, she let her hand fall to the side of his waist.
“I love you…” she breathed as she nibbled her way up the outside of his ear, “More than the water that quenches my thirst.”
“I love you…” she crooned as she traced the magenta swipes on his cheek with her tongue, “More than the food that quiets my hunger.”
“I love you…” she repeated as she pressed a kiss to his temple, “More than the air that fills the lungs in my chest.”
“I love you…” she sincerely confessed as she dropped kisses along his brow, “More than the life that I have now.”
“I will love you,” she vowed as she placed her tear stained lips against the crescent moon on his forehead, “More than an eternity; beyond even my own death.”
“Please, let me do this!” she pleaded desperately as she moved her hand from his hip, under his armor, towards his groin. He made no move to stop her, and when her hand settled on his erection, she found him hard and ready.
All the air slammed out of her lungs, and her eyes widened as she realized she couldn’t close her hand completely around the thickness of him. She began to pant, her heartbeat skipped a beat, and wetness quickened between her legs. His grip hardened compulsively on her shoulder as the musk of her arousal flooded the air between them.
“Rin,” he growled against her throat as he nipped her with his teeth. His hand settled over hers, and with quick, rough strokes, he ground himself against her palm.
“Please!” she whimpered as her body screamed in need.
With expert ease and a quick flick of his wrist, he loosened the front tie on his pants and freed himself. It was she who straddled his hips, she who took him into her hand and guided the tip of him against her opening, and it was she who sheathed him within her with one decisive thrust of her hips.
“Ah!” she half sobbed, half cried at the abrupt pain. All of her inner muscles clenched in protest against the sudden invasion. For a moment, all she could do was pant, her chest heaving as she struggled to adjust to the very immediate reality of having the width and length of his cock inside of her. She shivered, and beneath her, he shuddered in response.
His hand closed over her shoulder, gave it a small squeeze, and slid down the delicate curve of her back to cup her ass.
“Rin,” he urged her into motion as his hand guided her hips to rise. With stray tears trickling down her cheeks, she complied, allowing him to set a rhythm of thrust and withdraw that quickly enflamed her passion anew.
“Ah! Ah!” she cried helplessly as each motion of her hips drove his enlarged phallus deeper and harder inside of her.
“Ah! AH!” she shouted with her head falling back in abandon as she lost herself to the sensations of him sliding in and out of her.
“AH! AHHH! SESSHOUMARU-SAMA!” she screamed as her climax overtook her with a bright, mind blowing explosion.
“Rrrinnnn,” he rumbled in a deep, guttural growl as he came a second behind her.
The sound of their pants mingled in the quiet that followed. Rin shuddered with the aftermath of her orgasm, her ears still ringing from her release. Within her she felt him twitch and soften; completely spent.
Belatedly, she glanced over, relieved to find Jaken still soundly asleep. The twin heads of Aun eyed Sesshoumaru and her curiously, but when they made no further loud noises, the two headed dragon lost interest and went back to slumbering.
Looking up into Sesshoumaru’s slightly glazed, overly bright amber eyes; seeing the relaxed, almost blissful look on his face; Rin couldn’t suppress her joyous laugh.
“Rin LOOOOVES Sesshoumaru-sama!!” she exclaimed as she threw her arms around him, childishly referring to herself in third person as she got caught up in her exuberance. The spikes of his armor dug painfully into her skin, but as happy as she was, she didn’t care. He had accepted her body and her love; nothing could separate her from him now!
Beneath her embrace, he stiffened, and for an awful moment, she thought he was going to push her away. With a sinking heart, she started to scramble off of him, only to have his arm clamp around her waist.
“Sesshoumaru-sama?” she asked softly, her voice laden with tentative hope.
“Do no move,” he commanded her.
After a pause, she felt him begin to swell within her. She squirmed on his lap, testing the burgeoning sensation of having him grow hard within her.
“Hold still,” he admonished her without any real ire to his voice.
She tried so hard not to bounce; but the pleasant glow in the pit of her stomach was beginning to morph into a hunger for more. The way he was stretching her inside was exciting all the nerve endings inside of her and she knew instinctively that if she moved her hips just so, she could feed her rising need.
“Sesshoumaru-sama!” she insisted impatiently. “Again?”
“Rin,” he chided her, a touch of exasperation in his voice.
Reprimanded, she was still and quiet for all of a moment.
“Now?” she asked, wiggling eagerly as his erection filled her completely inside.
“Very well,” he conceded to her wishes, a touch of a sigh in his voice.
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