InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ It ❯ Commiseration ( Chapter 4 )

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

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The youkai lord earnestly tried but ultimately failed to suppress the groan/moan that rose from the back of his throat when Rin grabbed the sides of his face, pressed her lips to his, and forced her tongue into the deepest recesses of his mouth. Never, in his long life had he had a female attempt to dominate him, let alone succeed.

"Take this off." Keeping her mouth latched on to his lower lip, she reached for his sides and began loosening the fasteners to his armor.

It briefly occurred to him that she shouldn't know how to do such things. She should have no more knowledge of a man's armor than he should have of a human female's "monthlies." But the fact was she was aware of such things, and he would dare say he was more aware of Rin's cycle than she, herself. He didn't want to think about the way she came to acquire such skills, but as with him, he supposed it was a necessity.

To have no control of your own body. To have no say in what you would or would not do. To be rebuked by those who should have rushed to help you. To be an outcast among your own kind. Was there a more despicable fate?

He lost his train of thought when he felt a pair of soft hands creep inside his haori and slide the sides down his shoulders. It took him a full minute to realize she'd already finished with his armor and had set it off to the side. Currently, she was sitting directly in front of him, openly staring at him, her right palm splayed across his exposed chest. He looked up at her in question.

"Rin has never really . . . looked at a man before." Her voice was full of wonder, admiration, concentration.

"No?" he asked.

She shook her head as her hand traveled to the left side of his body. "I didn't really wanna see."

He followed her gaze as it swept across the span of his shoulders, down his left arm then up to his face. "But you'd like to see now," he stated softly but firmly.

"Sesshoumaru-sama's skin is warm."

"It is you that has warmed it."

Her fingers found the knot at his waist and dutifully began to untie it. Once loosened, she pulled his haori free from his hakama and pulled it the rest of the way off.

Again, he followed her gaze as it roamed over the top half of his body, taking in his form as a whole.

"They don't match," she said.

"Match?" he repeated.

She trailed her fingers down the outside edge of his left arm, then turned her attention to the right.

"No. They do not." There were claws on the ends of his right hand, two magenta stripes along the wrist and consistent coloring from the pads of his fingers to the top of his shoulder. The left, though of his own making, seemed in strong opposition to the right. It had no claws, nor markings. It was just as strong as the right, and just as skilled in wielding a sword. But as he'd never used this particular hand for doing such a thing, its palm was soft and smooth; the latter was rough and calloused, hardened from years of sword-handling, enemy-slaying, and other self-inflicted abuse.

If they were not both attached to his body, he sworn they came from two entirely different people, who led incredibly divergent lives.

She kissed him again, catching him quite by surprise, his thoughts having drifted elsewhere. She'd raised up to a kneeling position, leaning herself forward, craning her neck upwards to meet him eye-to-eye. "Rin likes them both." Still kneeling, she placed her hands on both his knees, silently urging him to spread his legs, allowing her room to come closer.

He obliged her, hissing silently as her right knee made the briefest of contact with his most sensitive area. From this distance, it was he who had to crane his neck to meet her gaze, but . . . it gave him the most delicious view of her throat, so he had no intention of complaining.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, running her thumbs along the stripes on his cheeks. "You're even warmer, now."

Instead of replying verbally, he slipped his hands around her waist, crossing his arms behind her, holding her flush against him as he caressed the flesh of her neck with his lips and tongue. He inhaled her heady aroma, ripe with the beginnings of arousal. He savored her salty, sweet taste, punctuated with the spice of desire. He fingered the fabric of her kimono, pleased beyond words to find the cool silk heating up beneath his skillful touch. But most gratifying of al l were the little sounds of submission she sighed into the night air as her body arched into him, her chest heaving with every movement of his mouth.

"Rin feels sick," she groaned, tossing her head back, thrusting her hips forward.

"Sick?" he repeated breathily.

"My stomach hurts."

"Hai," he did not remove his mouth from her flesh, "but not in a bad way. To be assaulted as a child is not the same as being taken as a woman."

Rin groaned, her hips, again, grinding into his abs.

Sesshoumaru took a moment to appreciate the silky friction, then turned his attention back to the female before him, moving his mouth lower, dipping into the divet of her collarbone, sucking on its rounded edges.

"Rin is wet."

The Western lord growled lowly in his chest, fighting down his rising urges, and his now raging erection. "You mustn't say such things, my Rin."

She gave some unintelligible reply.

"This Sesshoumaru intends to take his time with you." He moved his mouth lower, biting back the impeding fabric, settling himself in the valley of her breasts. "But if you continue to tease him with such . . . provocative details . . . "

She peered down at him. "What'll happen then?"

He gave a light nip to the side of her right breast then slowly licked the offending wound away. "Nothing you would not enjoy."

Her eyes squeezed shut, her body shaking in his embrace. "Take them off. Rin's clothes. Rin is . . . I'm too hot."

"Hot?" he breathed heavily.

"I'm burning up . . ."

Slowly, he released her, her lax form cradled in his left arm. Her face was flushed, her skin was glowing, and her dark eyes sparkled in the firelight. The moon was at its zenith, the shadows at their darkest, their campsite completely still.

"Is there something wrong, Sesshoumaru-sama?"

He reached out with a single finger and carefully traced the contours of her face. The last time he had held her like this she was quite a deal smaller and quite a deal lighter, her soul having been lost in Hell.

It hadn't struck him till that particular moment, but dead things were always so light, so delicate, so devoid of weight and substance. They had nothing to hold them in place, nothing to tie them down, so easily swept up and carried away by the changing winds . . . like a feather drifting on the breeze.

"Sesshoumaru-sama?" She reached up and touched the side of his face.

He grabbed hold of the hand, turned it palm-side up and placed a wet kiss in its dead center.

Rin gasped.

It was pointless to think about her, now. She was long gone . . . though not entirely forgotten. If he had really cared for her, Tenseiga would have saved her. Losing her was more of an inconvenience than a tragedy. Those few moments spent with her could've been spent tracking down Naraku . . . But, had he to do it over again, she would not have died. He now knew what a life was worth.

It was something he had to learn the hard way.

Twice he'd let the girl die, and only by the combined grace of his parents did he have her, now.

Kagura's death had merely angered him; Rin's death had destroyed him.

"Has Sesshoumaru-sama changed his mind?"

"No." He let her hand fall to the side then saw to the tie holding her kimono closed.

She simply laid there as he exposed her charms to the cool night air, a tight knot forming in his groin as his eyes roamed over her prone form. He then shifted his position, lowering her flat against the ground as he assumed his position atop her.

He kissed her once, twice and then a third time, relieved beyond measure that this time she actually responded to him instead of merely lying there, letting him do as he pleased. Her mouth met his, her tongue touched his, her knees bending, her legs spreading.

Soon, he would lose himself in her warmth, drown himself in her depths, cradled within her arms, locked between her legs, thighs touching, skin slapping, genitals joined, breath co-mingling.

"Please," she whispered. "Rin wants it. I want Sesshoumaru-sama to do it."

Carefully, he rolled off to her side, trailing his left hand through her hair, along her neck, over her breast, briefly stopping to sqeeze and shape it, cupping its fullness in the palm of his hand, then lowering his head to lick and suck at the now taut skin of her excited little nipple.

She writhed beneath him, her back arching, her mouth opening in a soundless scream.

He continued down the front of her body, his hand finally coming to a rest at the crux of her thighs. There, he rubbed and tweaked, tousling the downy curls, drenching his digits, his lips still wrapped around her stiff peak.

Never. Never had she ever felt anything like this. Yet again, she found herself not in control of her own body, but . . . this was good. Every pass of his hand sent a brilliant blast of pure pleasure straight to her core, and every sweep of his tongue--that coarse sinew currently signing circles around the sensitive skin of her breast--wound her tighter and tighter, building an almost unbearable pressure in the pit of her stomach.

It hurt . . . but not in a bad way.

Something inside her was coiling and swirling, stirring up things she thought long-since dead. Untouched things, useless things, things she felt were far beyond her reach. Yet, here she was, and there they were. She could see them creeping up behind her in the corner of her eyes. They were bright, shiny, dazzling. She was almost certain that if she looked at them directly, she'd go blind.

But that's where Sesshoumaru-sama seemed to be pushing her, and if that's where he wanted her, who was she to say "no?"

She opened her mouth again, and this time she did scream.

"Good." He planted his mouth over hers, sucking up every sound she made.

"Please!" she cried. "I want it. Rin wants it bad."

He smiled against the side of her neck. "That was not enough?"

"No!" She rolled her head to face him, her skin damp, her lips swollen, her eyes shimmering, her voice soft. "Please, Sesshoumaru-sama . . ." She reached for him, kissed him, caressed him. "Let me have it." She pressed herself against him, slid her moisture down the silk of his pants. "Rin knows what to do with it. Rin can make Sesshoumaru-sama feel good."

He thrusted himself against her, his arousal evident, his need clear.

"I want to make Sesshoumaru-sama feel good."

"No." He stopped her as she reached for the tie of his pants.

What? What was he saying?

"You will not pleasure me. I will not pleasure you. We," he said, "shall take our pleasure in each other."

Rin trembled.

He smiled at her and placed a chaste kiss on her slightly parted lips. He then freed himself and positioned himself on top of her, his upper half resting on his elbows. "I know that many men have done many bad things to my Rin."

She could feel it there . . . resting on her stomach, perched just above her entrance, twitching, jerking, leaking. It was hot and smooth and seemed perfectly shaped to scratch the itch that had begun building inside her.

"But that time is over."

Rin sighed, the heat from his male member sending soothing waves of sensation throughout her body.

"This is our time, and no one (save you)" he added in a whisper, "can deny me what is mine."

"Sesshoumaru-sama . . ." It wasn't a claim of ownership she felt he was staking. He was going to un-do what they had done to her so many years ago . . . by doing it the right way. She was never theirs to take, so nothing had actually been taken. This was something that had to be given and openly recieved. If it wasn't, then it didn't count.

She may have been a "whore" to those men in her village, and even though he had had her already, it was quite clear that in Sesshoumaru-sama's eyes, she was just as pure, just as innocent, just as virginal as he thought she was that first day they met.

And if he wanted it to be true, for Rin, it was true.

She looked away from him, a bright blush staining her cheeks.

He cupped her cheek, turning her to face him. "It will not hurt."

Rin laughed lightly--half in embarassment and half at the absurdity of the statement.

He kissed her to quiet her, and while she was distracted by his teeth and tongue, he slid himself inside her, gradually filling her to the hilt. "Relax," he whispered between kisses. "You're clenching."

No, it didn't hurt, but it certainly wasn't like that first time. Of course, then, she wasn't entirely there. She could feel him, feel it, but just barely. She'd tried to tune herself out of the situation, let Sesshoumaru-sama do what he needed to, and then come back to herself.

This time, Sesshoumaru-sama seemed to be making certain she stayed exactly where she was--eyes locked, bodies joined, he completely focused on her, and her completely focused on him, She watched every emotion flicker across his amber eyes. She felt every move of his body against hers. She heard every word he said, every breath he took, every beat of his heart. Every sigh between his lips, every groan from the back of his throat, every growl from the center of his chest. Her world spun on his axis.

As he began to withdraw and advance within her, she again felt her body was beyond her control. She found her chest heaving, her hips thrusting, her fingers and toes tingling as her arms and legs wrapped herself tightly around him.

It felt sooooo good. Him inside her, around her, on top of her. Covering her, protecting her, loving her.

Him grunting; her moaning. Him swerving; her grinding. Her wet; him hard. Her tight; him thick.

It was perfect. He was perfect. And because of their combined perfection, she was now perfect.

"You are close, my Rin."

"Yesss . . ." She could feel it again . . . that swirling and coiling, that tightness in desperate need of release.

"I want you . . . on your knees."

Her ears were ringing. Her head was buzzing. "What?" It took so much effort to say that one little word.

"If you are . . . to be mine . . . you must be," he surprised her with a particularly sharp thrust, "marked," he strained.

"Whatever you want. Any thing you want."

The thrusting stopped, and Rin was at a loss. Sesshoumaru-sama pulled out and backed away.

"Sesshoumaru-sama?"

"On your knees," he replied gently. "Turn your back to me."

Part of her said she was being silly for not wanting to do it. They'd already gone this far, afterall. But . . . what if he put it . . . there?

Anytime they didn't want her to look at them, that's what it meant.

He knelt beside her. "What is that face for?"

"You won't . . ." she swallowed hard, biting back tears, "Sesshoumaru-sama won't . . . put it . . . in the other place . . . will he?"

He pulled her to him, urging her to rest her head on his shoulder. "You doubt me?" he asked.

"No, but . . ."

"It is the standard inu youkai mating practice. The female kneels down before the male, and he mounts her from behind. Once the act is complete, I will mark you on your right shoulder as I spill my seed within you."

"But it's dark," she said. "What if Sesshoumaru-sama gets . . . confused?"

He hugged her closer and kissed the top of her head. "If this Sesshoumaru makes that mistake, you may shove something large and blunt up his ass."

Rin laughed.

He tilted her chin upwards and kissed her yet again. "This one time is not enough for me. I must have you with me . . . always."

"Always?" she repeated.

"You will become blood of my blood, mother to my pups, Lady of the Western Lands."

"I thought that was your mother," she lightly teased.

"Only until I have found a suitable mate."

"And you've found one?" It was a cross between a question and a statement.

He took hold of her right hand with his left. "Yes."

Rin nodded, lowering her eyes. "On my knees, then."

He swept her into his arms, kissing her long and hard, making her vision blur, her knees shake, and her toes curl. "You will not regret it."

She swallowed hard then assumed the position in front of him. She tensed involuntarily as she felt him settle in behind her.

He leaned over her and nipped the side of her neck. "It is no different than before." He slid his hand down the side of her body, lightly caressing her left breast. "We will enjoy it this way just as much as the other way."

Rin sighed.

"It will soon be over, my Rin. And you shall never feel this doubt or shame again."

Rin nodded her understanding.

The hand at her breast then dipped between her thighs, quickly returning her to full readiness.

"Sesshoumaru-sama . . ."

He slid it home, continuing to rub her nubbin, causing Rin to thrust against him.

Just like her mother and father. She wanted someone to love her just as her father had loved her mother.

"I like what he does to me," her mother had said. "He'd never hurt me, and I'd never hurt him . . . And that's how sons and daughters are made."

"Rin . . ."

"So good, Sesshoumaru-sama . . . You're so gooooood to me."

"Haiiiii . . ."

But what was once slow and sensuous, soon became fast and frenzied.

"More! Please . . . It's so hot . . . Too hot . . ." Her rhythm began to falter, and he was forced to grab hold of her hips to keep her up with him.

"Just a little more," he breathed heavily. "Just a little longer . . ."

"Rin . . . can't . . . take it!"

The taiyoukai thrust forward one final time, bending forward, biting her shoulder, drawing her blood, spilling his seed as her womb clamped down on him, sucking every last drop from his male member. Time and time again the tight passage contracted, keeping him painfully hard till he was utterly spent and her inner tremors had calmed.

Rin collapsed, and he collapsed beside her. They bothed watched as the flames of their campfire flickered, then faded, reduced to little more than ash and cinder. Soon, the toad and dragon would return.

"Are you cold?" he asked her.

"A little."

He draped his fluff over his nude form and wrapped it tightly around Rin.

"Better?"

She nodded. "I . . . think I like it, now."

"Think?" Sesshoumaru asked.

"Well, I think we'll have to do it a few more times before I can," she covered her mouth as she yawned, "form a definite opinion."

"Sleepy?" he asked

"Exhausted." She yawned again. "Can I . . . sleep beside you . . . tonight?"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "You intend to sleep?"

"I . . . don't think I'll have those . . . dreams anymore. But . . . if I do I'm sure you'll be able to chase them away."

"Chase. Maim. Disintegrate. Vaporize. I am capable of dispensing with them in many, many ways."

Rin smiled, snuggling up against his side.

"I will watch while you take your rest."

She looked up at him. "And you'll be here when I wake up?"

"Always."

"Am I . . . pregnant now?"

"It is far too soon to tell, my Rin."

"If I am . . ."

"It would please me greatly."
"But--"

He silenced her, placing two fingers to her parted lips. "As you have said, I am only me, and you are only you. Enough said."

"I . . ." She really wanted to tell him that she loved him, that he fixed everything that was wrong with her life, that she never wanted to disappoint him, and she always wanted to see him happy.

But that seemed so silly, so childish. "Rin will see you in the morning," she finally said.

Sesshoumaru nodded his regards.