InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Citrus Rain ❯ In the Garden ( Chapter 4 )

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

=#= In the Garden =#=

[Sesshoumaru]
Through the spray of droplets, the fading sun shone bright, illuminating each drop into a tiny jeweled star, putting the last of the summer's fireflies to shame.
And through this sparkling mist, the stray sunlight slid down Rin's midnight mane as eagerly as otters on a water slide. It looked like spun ebony, with the occasional red highlight crowning her head in a dark wreath of blood tones. In stark contrast to her hair, Rin's pale body seemed to glow, as if it greedily absorbed the light around it and hid it away just under her skin. She was radiant, laughing and splashing with Kisika.
The sound of Rin's laugh had drawn me here, as easily as a bee is drawn to honey. At the sound of commotion and another's voice, I had slowed, creeping like a villain through my own garden to spy on my charge and cousin. Now I crouched among the aromatic bushes that lined the fore waters of the small waterfall, stealing glimpses of naked bodies through the leaves.
They talked of mindless things, chatting as they bathed in the pool. Occasionally I would catch a glimpse of Kisika's relaxed face and Rin's brilliant smile. I gazed after them like a starved man, fighting the urge to join them, knowing my presence would dampen the mood.
For a normal male, this show was forbidden. But I was the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands, and since both of these creatures fell under my protection, I found great pleasure in watching over them at such opportune moments like these.
Kisika's figure was graceful and lithe, with great strength hidden under those becoming curves. I remembered the awkward tagalong she use to be and smiled to myself. She had grown to be a capable ally and a deadly opponent and as such I treasured her greatly.
But it was Rin that captured and held my attention. It seemed like just yesterday she was tugging on my sleeve for attention and presenting me with flowers. Yet here she was, a young woman already. Inadvertently, my eyes lingered on her naked form, life stirring in my loins.
Gone was the child awkwardness and baby fat. Gone was the wispy, flyaway hair, replaced with a long, shiny mane that clung to her body in wet tendrils, teasing me with a half glimpse of her rosy nipples. High, perky breasts adorned her chest. Her ass was small and round, perfect for a male's hands. Her limbs were long and graceful, muscular and slender. Her waist was small, with her hips flaring out gently. Dark curls caught and held my eyes, hiding away Rin's feminine secrets.
She splashed and played without a self conscious thought, and that comfortable charm made her irresistible. She was alight with energy, with simple pleasure and unguarded happiness. She smiled teasingly at Kisika, and jealousy blossomed within me, followed by the urge to make her smile at me that way.
I shifted my weight uncomfortably, making room for my growing member.
*What was it about her carefree nature that made me want to tangle my limbs with hers and teach her the forte of bedroom play?*
A vivid mental image of her beneath me rocked me to my core. I had a hard on for real now, and I fought for control of my baser, demon instincts that urged me to ravish her.
My eyes, as they followed her, were no longer objective and observant. They were hungry. A predator's eyes.
Kisika seemed to sense my intentions, for she paused and eyed the garden suspiciously. Then her face turned puzzled, and I knew she had caught my scent. Her study of her surroundings became more subtle, her stance still guarded but no longer challenging.
I wondered what she would do, for I knew that my scent carried a hint of my arousal with it.
Kisika quit her sweep of the garden, and turned discerning eyes on the oblivious Rin. Rin looked up at Kisika, catching on to the demoness's mood at last.
A sly smile crossed Kisika's face. "Rin-chan," she said. "I'm going to go. I just remembered something I have to do. Why don't you stay here and finish your bath?"
Rin looked troubled for a moment, then her face cleared and she smiled. "Ok, Kisa-sama."
Kisika dried and dressed, glancing covertly over her shoulder as if she expected to be able to see me.
I smirked. Kisika had thrown Rin to the dogs. Literally.
I inched forward, shrugging off clothing as I went, never taking my eyes off of Rin.
Unaware of her audience, Rin soaped herself, running her hands up and down her legs, over her belly, and between her legs. She worked higher, soaping her back, arms and shoulders. She spread the foam along her neck, then her hands traveled down to cup her breasts.
I stifled a groan as I watched her handle them so naturally. I was making enough noise to alert even the densest demon, but Rin continued on, as unconcerned as only a human could be. I was sure I was visible, but as Rin turned my way, she plunged beneath the surface to rinse off the soap.
She emerged in a flurry of drops a moment later, the dying sun behind her lighting her form into an amber silhouette. My breath caught in my throat, and I tried to remember the last time I had been awed by a female's beauty.
*Ah, but this one is mine,* my demon side whispered to me. And I knew it was true.
Rin was mine.
I couldn't stand the thought of any other male touching her, and I only allowed those I trusted, such as Kisika, to remain around her.
I turned glowing eyes on Rin, fascinated by the simple movements of her hands and hips, the graceful flow of her hair and stride. I itched to touch and taste all that wet skin, to make her wetter, and to thrust myself inside her.
Rin absently fingered my fang, perhaps sensing my closeness. It nicked her finger, and a thrill shot through me as her blood came into contact with the fang. She gripped the wounded digit tightly, wincing. She bore it towards her mouth, intent on sucking on it.
Before she could, I was beside her, my clawed hand delicately encircling her wrist. She regarded me with eyes as round as coins, her shocked expression comical.
I smiled in humor, but there were too many dark, delicious thoughts on my mind for that smile to appear innocent. Blatantly aware of her quizzical gaze, I lifted her finger to my mouth. With the very tip of my tongue I tasted her skin and her blood. I smiled again as her breath hitched in her chest. Leisurely I licked her again, running my tongue slowly up the ridges of the pad of her finger.
The surprise melted from her face, leaving her confused and on the verge of arousal. Never breaking eye contact, I slid her finger into the hot wetness of my mouth, closing my lips about it. Her breath hitched again, and I purred in satisfaction.
Aware of her wide-eyed stare on me, I slowly swept my gaze down her body, seducing her with the heated lust in my eyes.
I smelled the beginnings of her arousal and a heady wave of smug satisfaction rose within me.
Confidently I closed my eyes and concentrated on the finger that was in my mouth. Starting with the front of my tongue and working along the length of it, I suckled the blood from the wound. Between her spicy smell in my nostrils, and the hot, spiky taste of her blood on my tongue, I nearly took her right then and there. Growling low in my throat, I won control back by the barest of threads.
She tugged her finger away, cradling it against her breasts. She stared up at me warily, her confusion replaced by caution.
*Humans aren't as numb to their senses as I thought they were,* I mused. *She must be sensing the predator in me.*
There was nothing reassuring about my possessive, arrogant smile. I moved to stand behind her, my hand caressing the nape of her neck under her heavy, wet hair. I placed my mouth next to her ear.
"Are you going to run?" I taunted her quietly.
I could visibly see her straighten her spine as her stubbornness surfaced.
"No," she huffed, but her voice was breathy and I knew I was affecting her as much she was affecting me.
I ran my finger and thumb up and down the sides of her neck, teasing the downy hair there. Taking the curled rim of her ear between my fangs, I tugged gently. A shiver when through her.
"This is the last chance I will give you," I warned. Her scent carried fear, but it was the heady kind of fear that accompanies the acceptance of a dare, not the kind that stank of the struggle to survive.
Her hands balled into fists. "Fine," she shot back.
"Good," I purred, my smile feral.
My hand snaked around to cup her chin, and I turned it towards me, baring her ear and the pale length of her throat. I ran my tongue down the edge of her ear, exciting another tremor from her. Unhurriedly I explored the hollow behind her ear, working my way down to the tender underside of her jaw. All the while she remained still except for the occasional shiver that revealed where her sensitive spots were.
I covered the big vein in her neck with my lips, sealing off the skin. Her pulse beat against my teeth, vibrating in time to my hungry growl. Back and forth I ran the hard surface of my teeth across her pulse, sensitizing and exciting the skin.
*I wonder if she is in to pain,* I thought belatedly.
I slid my fangs beneath her skin at the same time I covered her left breast with my hand. The combination of sensations caused her back to bow, her head thrown back to thump against my shoulder. She cried out in surprise and desire, her breath coming in quick gasps.
Repentantly I soothed the bite mark with my tongue, lapping up the small amount of blood that welled from it. I stroked her breast, running my palm over it in ghostly caresses that had her nipple standing up proud and her arching into my hand. Cupping it, I kneaded gently, running my claws along the curve of her ribs near her arm, exciting her further with the almost ticklish sensation.
I smiled at the small whimper she made. Running my thumb over the hardened nub of her nipple, I encouraged her to make more.
"Say please, Rin," I commanded her silkily. I traced the edge of her breast, slipping my fingers between her breasts to caress the sensitive skin hidden between them.
"Please!" she gasped as I stroked her there. Pleased, I gave her what she had asked for. Taking her nipple between finger and thumb, I gave it a gentle tug, rubbing my cheek against hers as she inhaled sharply. I rolled the nub between my finger and thumb.
"More?" I tormented her.
"More!" she urged me in a husky voice, all caution forgotten.
Splaying my hand over her lower belly and abdomen, I pressed our bodies together until my arousal nestled into the hollow at her tail bone. The action brought a small gasp to her lips, and with a low growl I thrust against her. The sensitive rim of my shaft rubbed against the raised ridges of her vertebrae, creating glorious friction. With a ragged growl that was half frustration, half pleasure, I ground myself against her again and again until the skin on her back turned pink.
She had ceased making small sounds of desire, and was growing too still. With an abrupt gesture I turned her chin to me, nibbling at the corner of her mouth with my lips. Obligingly she faced me, seeking my lips with hers. The first touch was innocent, a butterfly's fluttery kiss. With her ripe lips offered to me, I nipped and stroked, tasted and coaxed. They parted softly with a breath of awe and arousal under my tender onslaught. I purred for her with masculine encouragement, my hand coming up to cup the back of her head. Boldly I traced the smooth surface of her teeth, then ventured further with my tongue to taste the rest of her mouth. The tentative touch of her tongue on mine awoke something primal, and with an impatient growl I hauled her against me, wrapping my arm around the small of her back. My mouth was relentless on hers, tangling our tongues in a rapid parody of mating.
After several seconds she pushed away from me, her face flushed, her lips bright rose from my kisses. Our eyes locked and a lightening bolt of attraction sparked between us.
I dropped my arm, wondering what she would do next.
She eyed me with heated hunger and blatant curiosity, but though her gaze was bold, her demeanor was hesitant. Never before had I initiated such intimate contact, and she was at a loss, unsure in this new game of touch and take.
Her hand came up, then she checked its movement. At last she reached out tentatively to touch my cheek, running her index finger down one of the purple swipes. When I remained still, she grew more sure, resting her palm against the plane of my cheek. Her other hand came up to cup my other cheek.
She broke eye contact with me, her gaze following the path of her fingertips as she parted my bangs, standing on tip toe to reach my hairline. Her right hand strayed to trace the crescent moon on my forehead, lingering there as if she was finally satisfying a long suppressed desire to do so. Feathery light, she smoothed her fingers over my eyebrows, the swipes on my cheeks, and along my jawline.
She reached out, fingering the pointed tips of my ears. Then she brushed fingertips down the length of the tendons in my neck, along the length of my collar bones. In a graceful movement she flattened her palms against my chest, pausing over the beat of my heart before she dragged them down my pectorals and skimmed over my flat nipples.
My sharp intake of breath startled her, and she peered up at me in concern. When I seemed to be in no pain, she touched them lightly again, eliciting another catch in my breath. She studied my face closely, comprehension dawning in her face. A spark of mischief lit in her eyes and she ran her thumb over the hard nub, drawing a low growl from my throat. Twice more she did it, apparently enjoying my reaction.
She was a fast learner, my Rin.
When I bared my fangs at her, she ceased, continuing her exploration down the rippled surface of my stomach. She ran her fingers down the muscles appreciatively, spreading out to rest her hands on my hips lightly. Again she peered at me, seeking to read something from my neutral gaze. Taking my passivity as permission, she worked her fingers around the sharpness of my hip bones, scraping gentle fingers along the hollows. Another uncertain glance at my face yielded her no encouragement, but neither did it discourage her.
With shy fingers she touched smooth tip of my shaft, her mouth opening in a silent “O” of wonder. My eyes were locked onto her face, relishing the simultaneous sensations of her touch and her astonishment. She was unfettered by shame or modesty. There was no maidenly fear in her, and she had never learned to fear me. It made her brazen in a way only the innocent could be. Under her stare I became highly aware of my own body, a moment of weakness that had me hoping that she liked what she saw.
The unlikely softness of such a rigid body part must have fascinated her, for she caressed every inch of it, circling the rim with hushed awe. I ached for her to take me into her hand, and finally she obliged me, her eyes growing impossibly wide.
The absurdness of it all hit me. Here I was, great Lord of the Western Lands, coming undone by the simple touch of a untried human girl child. From some dusty, unused corner of my soul, a rusty chuckle bubbled up, coming from my throat in a series of strangled, half coughs as I tried to suppress it. At last I gave up and threw back my head, allowing the laugher to escape.
Rin looked on worriedly, as if I had lost my mind.
With a mock growl I seized her, carrying her to the lip of tiled pool in a burst of energized playfulness. I sat her there, my mouth descending upon hers before she could form a coherent word. For a moment she fought against me, her mouth working against mine as she tried to control the angle and the pace of the kiss. Growling deep in my throat, I forced her legs apart, nestling my hips between them as I stepped closer to her. From this proximity, my height afforded me total dominance, her neck straining back as her face uplifted to stay near mine.
Savagely I invaded her mouth with my tongue, using teeth and fangs liberally along her lower lip and at the corners of her mouth. Again I growled in warning as she tried to match my fierceness.
My hand, which had been stroking her throat, wandered lower, tracing a path between her breasts, around her belly button, and into the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. So distracted was she that she didn’t notice my intent until I was sliding a finger between her folds.
A soft gasp from her destroyed her rhythm. I took advantage of the moment, deepening the kiss in my favor. Distractedly she responded, her attention suddenly focused on where my fingers were headed.
Wickedly I flicked a claw over her clitoris. In response she jerked against me, her body coming alive with the new sensation. Ever so gently I circled the sensitive pearl with the pad of my finger, causing her to give a throaty moan and wriggle against my hand. Cupping her curls in my palm, I stroked the little nub in earnest until a fresh wave of her juices anointed my hand.
Satisfied, I broke off the kiss, looking down into her flushed face and flashing eyes. Never breaking our gaze, I unhurriedly licked the wetness off of my hand, learning the taste and scent of her. She looked from me to my hand, and blushed, starting to scoot away.
My hand circled the back of her neck, bringing her face in close to my face.
“You are mine,” I growled. “There is no escape.”
Her eyes flashed wide, and she struggled uselessly against me, her actions rubbing her wet folds against my erect arousal. The unholy sensations had me stiffening as I tried to control the overwhelming urge to ravage her right there. She was ready, my nose told me that, but she was also a virgin, and my entrance would be painful for her.
“Hold still,” I hissed.
There was immediate compliance. Relieved, I lowered my head to her breast, tracing the hard nipple with my tongue.
“Do you want this?” I purred.
“Yes!” she gasped.
A dark, amused smile lighted my lips before I took her into my mouth. I suckled her, relishing the heavy little pants she was making against my hair.
*Completely mine,* I thought fiercely.
As I distracted her with the gentle tugging at her breast, my fingers were opening her folds, positioning my erection between them so that when I thrust my hips it slid along the moist valley there. With thumb and finger claws, I pinched her clitoris cruelly, bringing all the nerve endings in it to hyper awareness.
She yelped at the sudden pain, her body quivering with anticipation. I soothed her with my mouth at her breast and my hand on her pearl. When she relaxed at last, I began to thrust against her, the rim of my cock brushing against her sensitized nub.
With teeth and lips I worked her to a frenzy, and with each thrust of my hips I brought myself closer to the brink of my control. Timidly, unconsciously, she began to thrust against me, seeking to meet my rhythm, seeking to take more of me. It drove me wild. I had to be inside her. Now.
At her breast I was no longer being gentle, but using teeth and fangs like I wanted against her tender flesh. Rin for her part seemed to enjoy it, for although her hands were clenched in my hair, they were holding my head against her, not trying to remove me from her breast.
“Yield,” I growled to her.
She panted above me, caught up in the whirlwind of her passion.
“Do you yield?!” I asked. My control was slipping. At any moment I would take her, make her choice for her. She blinked at me stupidly, the haze of her passion preventing her brain from wrapping around the significance of what I asked.
I ground my hips against her roughly. “Yield!” I commanded her.
“Yes!” she choked out huskily at last.
With a half purr, half triumphant growl, I thrust inside of her, sinking my fangs into her breast, above her heart, at the same moment. She was too tight for my invading member, barely wide enough to swallow the first half of it. It was enough to tear her hymen though, and I grimly clamped down on my beastial instincts that clamored for me to mount her all the way. I held my hips still with all the control I could muster, holding her still by my teeth in her flesh.
Her cry of pain was sharp and sweet to my ears, passion tinged and startled. She squirmed, seeking to put distance between us. I growled low and sank my teeth in further, an unvoiced male command for her to hold still. At last she subsided, unchecked tears trickling down her cheeks.
My hand came up to stroke her back encouragingly, easing her anxiety. With tongue and lips I soothed the pain of my bite, purring wordless murmurs of praise into her skin. Slowly I withdrew from her, winning each inch by sheer will alone. Had I been any younger or any less of a youkai, I would be taking her right now, regardless of her pain.
But I was the Taiyoukai of the Western Lands, and my mate could expect far more from me than simple rutting.
With my hand on her stomach, I forced her to lie back. She fought me, and I growled in frustration. I was almost beyond words, but from somewhere I found my voice.
“Trust me,” I urged her in a throaty, gruff voice.
Her eyes locked with mine, and something flashed between us. She allowed me to push her back onto her elbows, to spread her legs wide to my view.
Hungrily, possessively I looked over the spread of her nether flower, noting the mingled liquids of her blood and her arousal. I glanced up at her once, a look that was filled with rough approval, a look that made her breath catch in her throat.
It was an ultimate surrender for a female to allow a male to touch his mouth here, where he could do so much damage with teeth and fangs. Possessive pride filled me, and I bent, rubbing my cheek along the inside of her right thigh. Without warning I bit her, marking her here too. The taste of her blood and flesh filled my mouth, and I rolled it over my tongue like a fine wine, savoring it. This time Rin only made a small squeak, becoming used to my tendency to bite.
I licked the wound clean, then kissed and nibbled my way up to her nest of curls. With a languish look up at her, I delicately touched her clitoris with my tongue. She let out a small groan, quivering beneath me.
I lowered my eyes, proceeding to taste, suckle, and nip at her nether folds until she was making soft cries of delight. Smugly I slipped my tongue inside her, making her buck against my mouth.
My hand came up to support her buttocks, opening her wide to my onslaught. With expert lips and tongue, I brought her to climax, the tightening of her muscles around my tongue as erotic as the fresh spurt of arousal that coursed into my mouth, its tinge of blood unique and heady.
“Sessh-Sesshoumaru!” she screamed out between her gasps and pants, the aftermath tremors still rippling through her body.
I withdrew completely from her, taking only her taste and scent with me as I stepped to the other side of the pool. From the far side we locked eyes, hers still glazed with her passion as she lie there limply. I watched her like a caged animal, my entire being stiff with the effort it took to leave her.
I had spent the last of my patience and tenderness to bring her to her peak. If I touched her now, I would take her like a wolf takes his mate, with wildness and raw strength. I was a demon, she was human. Even if she had been prepped for such rough use, I would still need more control than I had now. Instead I contented myself with the satisfaction that came with rendering her senseless with passion. There would be time, in the future, when she was well used to sex, for me to take her the way I desired.
I turned away at last, intending to leave her to her bath.

[Rin]
I stirred lethargic limbs into action, reaching out to his retreating form.
“Sesshoumaru?” I called out, knowing there was something missing, a thought that was hovering just beyond my muddled comprehension. A thought that had to do with him.
He halted, but did not turn around, his entire form ram rod straight and unyielding.
“Sesshoumaru?” I called again, my voice high and uncertain.
He turned to look at me, and I was shocked to find that his eyes had bled to red, demonic eyes. He studied me with a frantic, unstable gleam in his eye. Our eyes locked, and waves of his hunger beat against my consciousness like mighty tsunamis. I shifted uneasily under his gaze, and it followed me unblinkingly, like a snake’s hypnotic eyes.
I searched that face for something of the Sesshoumaru I knew, but found only that unearthly beauty that clung to him. Rising, I circled the pool, walking toward him with my hand outstretched.
He remained still, allowing me to come to him. But when I reached out to touch him, he jerked away, like a wild animal avoiding my human hand. He stood poised to flee, his entire body quivering, yet he seemed transfixed by my presence, as if he could not make himself leave me.
“Sesshoumaru,” I said quietly, as if speaking to a skittish horse.
He visibly blanched, but his quivering stilled, as if he suddenly had been sighted and had to hold absolutely still. He allowed me to press my palm against his cheek, then he closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against my hand, making guttural noises of satisfaction.
He started, backing away slowly, his eyes normal for a moment.
“Rin-” he choked out warningly, his voice stained with need.
“I’m here,” I whispered soothingly, reaching both palms up to cup his face.
The next thing I knew, he was lunging for me. He scooped me up against him, my legs straddling his waist, pressing me intimately against his erection. His hand supported my bottom, and my arms wrapped around his neck of their own accord, in an effort not to fall backwards. He slammed me against a tree, the impact imprinting the bark into my back and shaking several leaves loose.
With a savage growl he ground his hips against me, his face inches from mine. He grinned at me, a mad grin full of dark promise and delights, his eyes red and crazed. Our breaths mingled, his a heavy panting as he rubbed himself against me, mine great gulps of panic tinged surprise.
The wildness of his thrusts were erotic, working on my senses like an open brand against my skin. Against my back the bark chafed and ground, accentuating each of motion of his hips with a tiny, bright star burst of pleasure that was more pain than desire. A headache pounded at my temples, and my nails dug into his shoulders, scouring marks across his back.
He purred in approval, the vibration thrumming through his body to mine, stirring me into unlikely arousal. With the rush of moisture, he switched pace, pausing to orient himself against my opening. With a frustrated growl that turned into a guttural moan of pleasure, he seated himself to the hilt inside of me. I cried out in pain, the stretching within too sudden, too abrupt to be the filling fullness it should be. Instead it felt as if he had split me in two, finding my core with the tip of his shaft. Ruthlessly he pressed inside of me, no trace of gentleness nor concern left. Then he withdrew, and for an instant, I thought he was responding to my pain, easing up. Then he rammed back inside of me, wrenching another cry from my throat. He set a furious pace, giving me no quarter, driving himself mindlessly to his own satisfaction.
Angrily I raked my nails across his back, sank my teeth into his shoulder, reduced myself to an animal in pain that sought escape.
It only encouraged him, and he rotated his hips, bringing another involuntary rush of moisture from my loins. It eased the pain of his entry and exit, enough so that I came back to myself, no longer lost among the complaints of my body.
I lifted my head, enough so that I could rest my forehead against his. I uncurled my clenched hands from his back, lifting them up to thread them through his silvery hair. Like a child I petted his head, wishing for reassurance amid all his savagery.
“Sesshoumaru,” I whispered like a charm, hoping he would recall himself.
He stilled in his passion, his arm coming up to wrap around my waist. With a strangled cough he buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply.
“…Rin,” he croaked brokenly into my hair and crushed me against him with a fierceness that was astonishing.
There was a certain breathless comfort to his death grip, for it meant that he was conscious again. Finally I whimpered and squirmed, seeking to draw air into my lungs. His grip tightened like a vise.
“Don’t fight . . . Rin . . .please…” he pleaded into my hair.
He drew a ragged breath, then loosened his hold so that I could breathe. Slowly, as if he was in great pain, he eased out of me and set me down. He paused long enough to brush a kiss over my forehead, then stepped deliberately away. Never once looking at me, he started down the path.
I stood dumbfounded for a moment, a trickle of liquid, probably my blood, running down the inside of my thigh. Then I was running after him, no thought or reason to my actions, only this sudden need to follow. I tackled him, wrapping my arms around his waist and clinging to him like a limpet.
The force of the impact made him stumble, but he recovered quickly, stopping to stand still as his hand fisted at his side. Beneath my embrace he trembled with the enormousness of his need, but this time he did not lose control. Within my grasp he was as immovable as stone.
“Let go Rin,” he chided me gently, a razor edge to his tone.
When I clung tighter, he tried again.
“Have you no sense? Stupid girl. Let go!” he growled, his voice rising to a shout.
I buried my face against his back, knowing he could feel me shaking my head in denial through his skin.
“Let go, or I will turn you over the rim of the pool and fuck you like a dog does his bitch,” he snarled impatiently.
The mental image of him behind me, doing that thing to me while I was helpless, spurred my fear. It was dirty, a raw show of dominance that had nothing to do with the tender touches and glances of lovers. If I let him do that to me, if I yielded to him now, there would never be another chance for me to say no. Whatever he asked of me, whatever sexual play he wished, I would give to him. It would place me at his mercy. It would also make me totally his.
The deep seated need to belong rose in me, but this was not the same emotion that drove a clingy orphan to latch onto a wounded demon. That emotion paled in comparison to this one, this longing to belong to him more completely than Jaken and Aun belonged to him.
I wanted him to dominate me. As a male does a female. I had wanted it ever since I first saw him in the forest, knowing without comprehension that this is what awaited me at womanhood.
And now, he was going to. He was going to mount me, but as himself, not as a crazed demon. He was going to make me completely vulnerable, for he wouldn’t accept anything less. Then he was going to take me, and make me his.
I huddled against his back, making no reply, a fresh wave of liquid pooling at my loins in betrayal of my arousal. My nipples were already going hard, brushing against his shoulder blades. A small whimper escaped me as I both dreaded and craved the pain/pleasure that was to come.
He stood taller, scenting the air like a hound. Then he laughed with a dark chuckle.
“Does that excite you?” he asked in a midnight, velvety voice.
He turned, tipping my head up with one claw. Whatever he read in my eyes pleased him immensely, for he chucked again, raising goose bumps on my arms.
“We really are well matched,” he commented to no one.
He started back down the path towards the pool. “Come along,” he bided me mockingly. I trailed along behind like a lost puppy, unable to deny that command.
He waded into pool until he was hip deep, then turned back to me. He gestured towards the rim.
“I want you there.”
His eyes compelled me and challenged me at the same time, mocking me, daring me to run away. With legs that felt like jelly, I clumsily complied, placing my stomach against the cool tiles.
“Bend over,” he placed his hand on my back, pushing lightly until I did as he asked.
He strode over, the water from his movement lapping against my thighs. His member came to rest between my buttocks, and I whimpered, remembering how large he had felt inside of me.
His hand stroked my back in a comforting gesture, then circled his arm under my belly, lifting me into a better position for his entry. His hand came up, probing in my folds, opening them, then slipping inside of me. The wetness there must have pleased him, for he took himself into his hand and positioned the tip against my opening.
My abdomen roiled, my stomach hitching in giddy, fearful excitement. I whimpered again, crying tears of entreaty. I feared that he would be rough, would cause me pain, but I also craved him, those few moments of pleasure standing out in stark relief in my mind.
Ever so slowly he eased into me, his breath escaping in an unholy hiss of sinful pleasure. The minutes rolled by, for an eternity he pushed into me, reaching further and deeper into me than he had before. There was no pain, only an awkward, uncomfortable feeling of being invaded. I moved restlessly underneath him and he laid a steadying hand on my lower back.
“Brace your arms against the ground and push back,” he instructed me, the lack of scorn in his tone making him sound almost gentle. He began to pump into me with long, smooth strokes that danced along my clitoris, sliding along my inner walls like fur and snakeskin, exciting nerve endings from the beginning of my womb to the folds at my opening.
With each thrust I pushed back as he instructed, meeting and matching his pace. I peered back at him over my shoulder, through my hair. His rigid control seemed to be back in place, but his eyes were still red, demonic and foreign.
His claws dug into my lower back where his hand still gripped my ribcage, drawing me toward him with every forward motion of his hips. His eyes met mine over my shoulder, his glare leering and smug. I had the grace to blush, my cheeks flaming as I dropped my gaze.
He circled his hips expertly, bringing a small mewing sound from my lips. He deepened the angle of penetration, scooting me up onto the ground beside the pool. The first thrust of his hips at this angle took my breath away. It felt as though he had reached inside of me, stroking expert fingers along the very core of my desire, tapping into my hidden fantasies. The second thrust shattered all my expectations, satisfying all of my dark, secret needs so that they rolled over and purred like a million contented cats. From the storm of their clamoring I soared, bourn upward by the great waves of pleasure that he caused to roll through my being.
He slid in and out of me, as sleek and powerful as young god, foreign to all I had ever known, yet made real by the joining of our bodies. Made mine by my own surrender into his hand.
Someone was whimpering, begging in shameless little mews for him to take her faster, harder. With an uneasy start I realized it was me. I checked my flight into the bright oblivion of climax, fearing for my body, fearing the pain that would rip through me once again.
“Sesshoumaru?” I cried out, a wealth of uncertainty and real fear in my voice.
He never broke rhythm, driving us both relentlessly towards our climaxes. But he bent over so that his mouth was next to my ear.
“Trust…me…” he whispered in my ear like a siren’s call.
The plea in his tone was the final seduction, the final dark temptation that tipped me over the edge.
With a strangled little sigh, I let go of the last visages of my conscious self, falling into the night, falling into the maelstrom he had created.
The rumble of his purr filled my being, making my heart flutter erratically, and suddenly I felt caught, comforted in a way I never had experienced before. It was like basking in the sunlight. It was like coming home.
“Sesshoumaru!” I screamed as his hand came up to tug on my nipple, the last fluttery sensation enough to tip the scales. I peaked, buffeted by wave after wave of heady sensation that left me sated and completely drained.
With a heavy growl he urged my hips up higher, his arm across my stomach. With the after tremors of my climax still squeezing him, he began pound into me, his motions no longer smooth.
He no longer calculated the strength of his thrusts, no longer paused to consider my condition. Harder, faster, rougher than ever before he ground into me, taking advantage of my lax body to totally dominate me. His growl deepened, so that the garden was quiet except for the slap of flesh against flesh, the slight squish, squish of my wet flower receiving him again and again.
His movements were rough, sporadic. With a gut wrenching, mangled growl, he choked out my name.
“R-rin,” he called, the sheer need in his voice erotic, awakening my drowsy senses once again.
Furiously he beat himself into me, seeking to crawl inside my skin with me. With a low roar he bit my shoulder, sinking his fangs deep into the muscle. Yet there was a reality to the pain that grounded me, centering me amidst the raging feelings coursing through me.
I looked behind me, meeting his eyes. Gone was the masking scorn and haughty grandeur. Gone too was his control, that which he fought so hard to cling to. Feral, raw amber pierced my gaze, but he didn’t see me, not really. The whole of his being was focused on what he was doing to me. Mindless pleasure, heady and sweet, made his face contort with lines of strain as he sought after the elusive promise of passion. Then in an instant he reached it, his expression going completely slack as he sank fang deeper into my shoulder. Deep inside of me, his seed pumped into my womb in one hot rush of fluid.
For one long moment his body shuttered above me, then he relaxed against me, his body a heavy, real weight above mine. Unhurriedly he lifted his mouth from my shoulder, licking the wound clean with leisurely swirls of his tongue.
He stood, taking me with him. Pinned as I was against him by his arm, I had no choice in the matter. He eased us both back into the warm bath, the temperature of the water doing wonders to my achy muscles. Leaning against the rim of the pool, he immersed us up to his waist so that I was reclining against him, the water covering my lower torso.
He inclined his head to lap at the bite wound on my neck.
“You will be sore for several days,” he said at last, his words slightly muffled by my hair.
Invariably my fingers came up to probe the wound at my shoulder. His voice stilled that action.
“If you poke at it, it will start bleeding again,” he told me absently, our sex play leaving him lazy and content.
“Do you think it will scar?” I asked, my vanity pricked. Another perverse part of me hoped they would never heal, leaving his marks for all to see.
“Would that be so bad? It marks you as mine,” he said off handedly, but there was a rare show of vulnerability in him.
“No,” I quietly assured him.
From behind me, I couldn’t see his face, but I could have sworn I felt the heat of his approving smile on my neck. Playfully he nipped the base of my neck, startling a small yip from me.
“No matter. If it fades, I will mark you again. And again until there is no doubt in your mind and everyone else’s that you are well loved,” he reassured himself in his own, arrogant sort of way.
A sigh escaped my lips, one that rapidly turned into a yawn. “Well, your ‘loving’ has completely worn me out,” I informed him with a slightly scolding, slightly sarcastic note. I twisted in his grasp like a cat, coming to rest with my cheek pressed against his chest and my arms lightly encircling his waist. I gave another sigh, this one affectionate and satisfied.
“Rin…” he started hesitantly.
I looked up at him, never before having seen him search for words.
“About you being mine…” he tried again.
In a brief flash of understanding, I thought I knew what he sought to ask. A spiteful part of me bid me keep silent, so that he had to voice the words I would never hear from him again. But the greater part of me was moved by this uncertainty in him, this seeking of reassurance. It meant he cared, beyond the lust he had displayed for my body.
I caught and held his eyes with my sincere brown ones, the earnestness in my expression halting his stuttering.
“I love you, Sesshoumaru-sama. For as long as you will have me, I wish to stay with only you,” I told him simply, summing up all of my feelings into those words.
His arm tightened around my waist, and he buried his nose in my hair. “Then you are mine forever, my…love.”
I laid against his lean frame, soaking in his heat through my cheek. I was stunned beyond words. My Lord Sesshoumaru, hater of humans and anything weaker than him, had just called me his love. It was on the tip of my tongue to ask him to repeat it, just to make sure he had really said it. Quickly I killed the urge. I had lived with him too long, knew him too well. If I pressed, he would deny it, and that denial would hurt far worse than the not knowing. Instead, I answered with a nod, my throat still choked up.
His hand came up to pet my hair, long gentle strokes that belied the strict regulations he always imposed upon himself about touching others. I wanted to hang onto the moment so badly, to savor this side of him before it was snatched away again. But his caresses were soothing to the point that I yawned again.
He chucked, the laugh a deep rumbling in his chest under my ear. “Go to sleep Rin,” he told me, like in the days of old.
I yawned again, fighting the drowsiness that had my eyelids drooping. “Promise you will be here when I wake?” I asked sleepily, refusing to give in to my body’s needs until he complied.
Another chuckle from him.
“I promise.”

[Sesshoumaru]
I watched Rin sleep, amazed that such a simple act of hers could fascinate me so. Above us, the first stars were emerging to twinkle, competing with the last, few persistent fire flies that flitted among the garden plants.
From behind a bush, Kisika emerged. She surveyed the both of us, then left two towels and two robes on the flat rock, intending to sneak away.
“Kisika,” I stopped her with my voice.
Abashed, she approached us. Demons had no compulsions about nakedness like humans, so she was not embarrassed to see me naked. It meant she had had some hand in arranging this, and was now afraid I would find out. I smiled. Let her keep her secrets. I was well satisfied by the day’s events.
Without turning to acknowledge her, I spoke.
“You once told me in a fit of rage that you must approve of my mate or you would kill her,” I reminisced into the darkness. My eyes found hers across the pond. “Do you approve?” I teased her.
A smile quirked at the corner of her mouth. Her eyes flashed in the night. “I approve,” she replied.
She stood, leaving the towels and robes. She started down the path, pausing long enough to glance over her shoulder.
“I’ll make sure you aren’t disturbed,” she commented at last, then closed the door to the garden behind her.
“Thank you,” I whispered softly to myself. I shifted slightly, cradling Rin against me. We were well into the shallows, in no danger of drowning.
With a contented smile, I laid my head back, and allowed myself to sink into sleep, joining Rin in the slumber land of dreams.

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