InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Citrus Rain ❯ Petals ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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By day she is the sheltered, pampered ward of the lord–but by night…she finds the petals sprinkled across her futon. She follows them out into the night, the trail a whispery feeling of velvety blossoms beneath her bare feet.
She hums softly, feeling protected and cherished and loved. The darkness holds no nightmares for her, not anymore. He has banished them one by one, with the gentleness of his eyes, the softness of his touch, the patience of his loving. There is no terror left–wolf nor bandit–that will ever be allowed to hurt her. The most beautiful of monsters, the most fearsome of demons has laid claim to her–and he is hers, heart, body, and soul.
She arrives at the hot spring and her breath catches. The shimmering surface of the water is covered with the dappled sheen of white petals. Beneath the moonlight, the rising heat of the water blurs the scene to a brush stroke softness that makes her heart flutter.
She smiles and feels her senses come alive. The tension of the day melts from her body, and the quick, breathless feeling of excitement expands in her chest. Her heartbeat races and her lungs constrict as her eyes restlessly roam the area, looking for him. The inner muscles of her sheath give a needy little spasm and the secret, sweet, tickling sensation of her sex growing wet shivers through her. Her mouth goes dry and she swallows in anticipation.
“Sesshoumaru-sama?” she calls as she pauses on the steps down into the water.
A deep chuckle of masculine amusement sounds from somewhere to her right. Two demon eyes open and gleam at her from the darkness, the bright amber of the irises in stark contrast to the slitted pupils.
Her nerves tingle as an instinctive little shudder of fear snakes through her. Her breath catches and she raises her chin a little in prideful response. She reaches for the fastenings of her robe and spreads the folds of her yukata wide, shielding her naked body from his gaze with the thin curtain of fabric.
She gives him a look over her shoulder, the wicked tilt of her lips a hungry and taunting smirk, the gleam in her eyes a languid, haughty show of challenge. She glances away, a physical gesture of dismissal, and drops the silk. A small, secret, satisfied smile crosses her face as she hears the low growl of his response. She feels her nipples tighten as much from the weight of his hungry gaze as from the crisp coolness of the night. Reaching up, she removes the pins from her hair, uncaring that it will have to be restyled in the morning. She lets it down in one long ripple of black satin, and she hears a footfall coming towards her.
She cannot suppress the sudden, impish smile that lights her face as she plunges into the hot spring before her, abandoning the grace of a lady to frolic like a girl. Her playful splash hits him high on the chest, splattering droplets across his face, and she breaks down into a fit of giggles as a petal clings to his cheek. With a rueful expression he removes it with his claws, fingering the soft texture of it in his hand.
He quirks an eyebrow at her.
“Good day?” he asks softly in inquiry.
She sticks out her tongue, purposefully forgetting her fine manners. “Horrible,” she replies with irritation. “Until now,” she continues; her voice dropping to a low, husky purr.
The intensity in his eyes triples as he stalks towards her. “I would hate to disappoint then,” he growls as he approaches.
She backs away, struck again by how much larger, how much more imposing he is up close. Her head comes to his collarbones; and where her body is soft and curvaceous, his is solid and unyielding. Her back hits rock surface and she presses herself against it, her eyes caught and held by the way his muscles ripple under his skin. The nervous little flutter of fear and excitement in her belly flares into a fire of arousal that burns strong and bright.
He reaches out for her and she squeezes her eyes shut, her body clamoring for his attention right now. She braces for the feel of his claws on her thigh, for the strength of his body overtaking hers–
And feels the light brush of a petal over her cheek, over her eyelid, down her nose, and across her lips. She shivers reflexively as the petal trails down the sensitive skin of her throat, drifts along over the line of her collarbone, and teasingly encircles her breast, straying so very close to her erect nipple. She trembles, waiting for the touch that never comes.
“Please!” she cries out shamelessly, urging him on.
There is the dark rumble of his amused chuckle. “Tell me Rin,” he whispers enticingly.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Please touch me; please put your mouth on me…here…”
With a delicate, delicious little twinge of delight and embarrassment, she lifts her hand and points to her nipple. “Please?” she pleads sweetly.
Her eyes meet his and the banked light of predatory hunger in them thrills her to no end. She feels her toes curl a little as his head dips towards her. He places a chaste, teasing kiss against the speeding pulse in her throat. She whimpers with frustration, her hands coming up to fondle his ears. He goes very still, his breath soft panting puffs against her skin. He tenses, and then shudders once as her fingers find and tickle the tips.
He gives a growl that starts low and drops an octave as his teeth nip her neck.
“No marks!” she exclaims in panicky exasperation.
“If you tease me so, I will not take responsibility for the results,” he warns as he nips and suckles his way down the length of her throat and along the sensitive skin under her collar bone.
“Then don’t tease me!” she retorts, her heart pounding in her chest. Her hands fall away and she encircles his neck with her arms, clinging to him. She makes a low, greedy sound in her throat as his lips ghost across her breast. When his mouth closes over her nipple, and that heated, wet sensation turns into long, slow suckles, her knees give out and she goes limp. She lets him lay her back onto the stone behind her, clutching his left shoulder with one hand and gasping a fistful of his silver hair with her other one.
His tongue dances over the aching tip, the brief stroke a soothing pressure that only makes the ache worse as it ends. The hard surface of his teeth brushes over where his tongue just was and she cries out, her legs coming up to wrap around his waist.
“Ah!” she sighs with vocal response. The folds of her sex spread open as she hikes her knees higher, tightening her grip on him so that she can lock her ankles together. His hand drifts down her shoulder and back, and cups her buttocks. He kneads his claws into the soft, firm flesh there, before lifting her up and scooting her hips closer.
“Rin,” he growls against her breast and she smiles brightly despite the headiness of her pleasure.
“You may,” she whispers consentingly, squirming until she is pressed up against him, the hard length of his erection cradled in the moist valley of her sex.
“Please!” she encourages him with urgent enthusiasm, “Hurry!”
He moves and then there is a hard prod. As he applies pressure she forces herself to stay relaxed despite how large he feels. For a moment her body resists, pushing back–and then the tip of him is inside of her and her sex blossoms into a welcoming embrace as he slides home. Her thighs tighten around him and he cedes to her unspoken request, pausing long enough for her body to accept the thickness and length of him.
Her legs relax and he takes it as a sign to continue. He drags himself out of her slowly, exciting every nerve ending in her sheath as the friction tickles over them. She moans and her fingertips flex as the sweet ecstasy of her passion builds. His grip on her buttock hardens and he rearranges her, dragging her closer to him. Then he lets go and braces his weight as he drives himself inside of her, her sex yielding beneath the strength of his thrust.
Her head falls back and her eyes flutter closed as he repeats his motion; her pliant body accepting all he has to give. Her spine molds itself against the curve of the stone as the last of her subconscious tension eases. For a moment she is lax and lazy, loving the weight and feel of him spearing into her.
“Dance with me,” he urges, his nose buried in the dark fall of her hair, his lips intimately close to her ear. He changes the angle of his stroke; exciting that sweet spot within her. He bend over her more, the press of his pelvis against hers putting pressure on her clitoris. On his next thrust, her hips flex upward to meet his. The deep languor settling into her muscles dissipates as her body moves in time with his. The crisp night air is filled with the muted sounds of their flesh coming together as his sweat dampened skin slides along hers. The harshness of his pants fall in cadence with her soft ones as his movements become rough and rapid.
Her toes curl and her grip on him turns bruising. The coiling knot of her heady pleasure tightens, and with a little flutter of her inner muscles along the length of him, that knot bursts and her climax over takes her.
“Sess…!” she cries, his full name lost as her rapture steals away her voice.
Her muscles ripple with hard clenching waves around him, and a moment later, he growls her name as he twitches inside of her.
“Rrinnn…”
He comes in a hot rush, and she is acutely aware of the heated flood inside of her as it bursts forth. She shivers at that moment, still trembling and panting as the aftermath of the electric rush of her own orgasm lessens. Overcome by emotion, she tightens her arms around his neck and hides her face in his hair, not wanting him to see her tears and wrongly assume he’s hurt her.
“Thank you,” she whispers brokenly against the curve of his neck, “For doing that for me.”
His hand slips under the small of her back, and he hugs her to him.
“To hold our children in my embrace would not be such a horrible thing, Rin,” he whispers in return, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin.
“I would not change who you are,” she replies, “When that is who I fell in love with. The pills Kagome gives me prevents fertility; and we both know that is for the best.”
“If you were to choose differently–” he begins but she cuts him off.
“I would never choose differently, if it meant being without you,” she assures him, and he lets the matter drop. He holds her a moment longer, before withdrawing from her body. He watches with guarded eyes as she sinks into the steaming liquid of the hot spring with a grateful sigh.
“Did I hurt you?” he inquires, and she looks up, the soothing warmth seeping into her muscles distracting her.
“Of course not,” she replies. She reaches out to him with open arms, her fingers inviting him to come within range of her touch.
“Will you let me wash your hair?” she asks shyly, her face hopeful and her eyes shining with adoration.
He nods, unable to deny her anything. He eases into her embrace, sitting beside her with slight hesitation in his actions. She loops her arms around him and gives him an easy, cheeky grin. Her lips stray to nibble on his ear as her hands comb their way through his hair. She presses her breasts against his back with comfortable intimacy.
“Afterwards…” she purrs; her voice husky and sensual. “May we do it again?”

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