InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Kagura's resolution, Sesshoumaru's heart ❯ An erotic event at the spring ( Chapter 2 )

She hummed her favourite tune, that all too familiar one from her childhood, as she trotted and skipped her way to the nearby spring in a clearing not far away. She had looked forward to these once-a-week visits to her favourite spot in the western forest. Her master had forbidden anything more than that, especially as she often chose to go at such ungodly hour.

 

He does worry for me…. She delighted in that thought… even though he never actually did put them in REAL words.

 

However, that was how she had remembered her master to be, since that fateful day long ago when they first met. He had refused any attempt of assistance or empathy from her, even when he was injured, she had noticed. His mind and thoughts always seemed faraway and he felt all the time aloof and distant, never showing the slightest attempt to answer most of her assumingly inane questions. But she had admired and loved him all the same. He was her saviour, her family and everything that she had, ever since she had lost hers through vicious bandits who raided her village. It had been so long ago that she had immense trouble just trying to form mental images of her father, mother and brother, no matter how hard she tried. Their faces now only appeared as smudged fragmented bits in her occasional dreams. Rin felt her heart sank, dampened by this thought.

 

“It would not be like this for Sesshoumaru-sama, not for my Lord. I'll never forget how he looked”, she murmured to herself with great determination.

 

Her eyes drifted shut as she made an attempt to outline the distinct and sharp features of her youkai lord. It always intrigued her to see how his chiseled jaw line would disappear behind his soft silver hair and how his fiery amber eyes blended perfectly with the purplish elongated strips on both sides of his cheeks and his tall, lean, muscled form. He was so beautiful….. so beautiful, untouchable and surreal.

 

Yes, he was much too perfect…too perfect for me, she sighed resignedly, as she remembered how he had frequently spat, belittled and despised Inuyasha, especially for his close relationships with the human woman. Yes, he'll never be…. We'll never be…Rin winced as she peered down her own human form, feeling almost ashamed that she had even bared thoughts of such remote possibilities.

 

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As soon as Rin had left the room, and the same time, at the sight of the poor (drunken snoring) excuse of a toad demon, Sesshoumaru at last released himself from his rigid stance, the one that he had ever prided himself of holding.

 

This is the night where she goes to her spot, he pondered, still bemused by how she did in fact convince him, through her cleverly formed speeches, to let her go out alone in the first place, especially at such wee hours.

 

Sesshoumaru got up and began tracing after the footsteps of his witty companion. He had better hurry after her, before she found herself in any dangers, or dangers finding her, like she had always debated. He had remembered the numerous times he had to get her out of clutches of little lowly demons that she so mischievously awakened from their slumber.

 

Getting her out of their clutches?!?… it was more like slashing them in halves and quarters with his mighty sword before they could even get a chance to narrow their distance with his gentle lovely Rin, he growled to himself, grasping his Toukijin, all ready to spring into action.

 

His?? Did he just say His gentle lovely Rin? He choked at his very own query, uncontrollably sensing a hint of delight at the aspects of it. Was she his to take, if ever he wanted to? If ever he would to let down his pride and confess to what he so desired? Or would Rin have preferred a human mate, if he had given her the chance to meet some?

 

He cleared his head by shaking it violently, his silvery hair swaying from side to side and swiftly making his way towards the direction of the spring, though his mind still in an entangled struggle.

 

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The forest, that night, was of a comforting serene silence, with the moonlight casting shadows of a myriad of shades on the surrounding undergrowth. Her wide eyes lit up as she caught sight of the inviting looking spring. She had picked that as her favourite spot as at the eastern corner of the spring, there was a small waterfall, creating a continuous rhythm of soothing splashing sounds. All her uncertainties forgotten, she proceeded to undress, letting her clothes slipped down her silken skin, gathering at her feet. Laying them in a neatly stacked pile and while knotting her hair into a ponytail, she glided swiftly into the water. She felt a shiver run through the back of her spine as she entered.

 

The water's really cold this night. A storm might be following soon. I'd better hurry, she concluded.

 

Sesshoumaru's breath caught instantly at the sight of the curved feminine form of his innocent little companion upon his arrival. Amongst the dimly lit waters, her slim body moved sensuously against the waterfall, gracefully allowing her tresses to untie itself under the strain of the runny streams. Her thick ebony hair fell loosely, spreading and clinging itself stubbornly to her shoulders and chest. At a slight flick of her head, she tossed it back, stroking and combing through it deftly with her nimble fingers.

 

Not wishing to startle her, he kept himself carefully concealed behind a large rock at the west corner. A smile outlined the seams of his lips as he became distracted by how her skin shimmered as trinkets of water glided down smoothly, following the curves of her shoulders, to the cavern between her full well-shaped breasts, and then down her tight abdomen and thighs.

 

She was so impossibly beautiful, pure and, flawless, he heaved a contented sigh. How could he, after all these years, have missed the possibility that she could be so?

 

Born of dignified birth, the demon lord had reminded himself to always turn his back during her bath routines. But tonight, the sight of her was just too enticing, even for the proud young youkai lord, to put a cease to his bold ogling, no matter how hard he had forbidden himself to. Taking a deep breath, he caught Rin's scent and he closed his eyes, completely saturating himself in her light youthful fragrance.

 

Suddenly, Rin's eyes twinkled with excitement as she spotted something of intriguing interest.

 

A moon's flower, now that's a rare opportunity, she grinned as she gazed at the yellow crescent above her, to add to her already crowded collection.

 

Her assumed target, was a rarely seen plant that flowers at night, usually upon a full moon. She turned and took a dive into the dark waters, only to resurface at the deepest end of the waterfall. Going on tiptoes and barely keeping her nose above the water, she grazed through towards the rocky edge.

 

Sesshoumaru shook his head in bewilderment and disbelief at this display of childlike instincts.

 

Is it so absolutely impossible for her to refrain from getting into dangerous situations even for one night? his claws now gritting deep lengthened markings on the large stone beside him in an anxiety unknown even to himself.

 

With her enthusiastic eyes fixed high up on her desired destination, Rin stretched futility, her fingers nearly feeling the seductive petal of the flower, which sat suspiciously at a dangerously looking edge of an emerging rock. Sesshoumaru watched with occasional tolerant sighs as a frown of impatience spread across her hazel brows. She placed her right foot on an observantly stable foothold as her left hand clenched tightly onto a deep coarse groove craved into a stone and with her right, she grasped the slender stalk of the flower and….

 

“Arghhh…..” Rin shrieked as she plunged in back first. “My foot….” She coughed as she resurfaced a moment after, hardly able to keep her head above for breath.

 

Sesshoumaru could bare it no longer. With unrestrained petulance, he let his powers build around him, momentarily appearing beside her beneath the dark waters and heaving her out in one swift elegant motion.

 

Rin fluttered her thick elongated lashes. Her breath hitched at the sight of her master, a deep flush rushing through her originally pale cheeks. She was being held tightly and closely to her lord, her breasts pressed sensuously against his soaked armour. Her arms too had instinctively grabbed round his neck. Their wet entangled hair - she had noticed the contrasting colours - was falling erotically around their shoulders and arms. She had NEVER been this close to him before, not to mention being naked and soaked! A throbbing pulse beat raced through her veins at that thought, turning her throat irritatingly dry. His dark amber eyes appeared as if they were studying her expressions intently.

 

Uncontrollably, Sesshoumaru let his clawed fingers run gently along the groove of her spine, delighting at the sensation of her delicate virgin skin, the resistance ruling his life thrown into the most remote corners. He tried to hide a grin at the discovery that she was actually quite ticklish there. He debated internally as he felt her shudder, guessing it was either to his touch or merely a reaction to coldness of the night. Sesshoumaru let his gaze travel thoroughly over her petite feminine frame, drinking in all of her. How could he dismiss a chance like this now that he had closed the distance between them?

 

“Rin… are you…. alright?” he whispered huskily through the corners of her ears, sensing an immediate rise in her heart's tempo once again at his last word. Her body had reacted instantly to the heat of his voice as he detected a distinct scent rising from her skin. Could that scent, that unmistakable scent be ……? He wondered.

 

She gulped audibly as her wide brown eyes flew up to meet his. She attempted to mouth her reply but to no avail. Her master was now not looking directly at her, his lashed lids slightly lowered, his purplish strips appearing as a darker shade than usual. Is that …. a blush? Could he possibly be just as nervous as she at this moment? Rin was utterly shocked at the prospects of this observation, feeling that her frail heart could either crash or cease its functions right on the spot.

 

Sesshoumaru pulled her in closer, meeting her gaze whilst trying desperately to put out the fire that was searing his mind. Even under dimly illuminated surroundings, he could clearly make out her angelic features and the curves of her soft supple lips, its seams presently slightly parting in a most inviting manner. Now that she was at such near proximity, her strong fragrant scent was flooding his senses, clouding all logics and control… or what's left of it. He had already secretly toyed with the idea of kissing her at the sight of her silly intoxicated form at the dining table that night, one which he had successfully kept hidden behind his bored impassive expression.

 

No, he corrected himself. He had longed to kiss her, to touch her lips for a much longer time than that.

 

Rin's eyes fluttered shut, freezing in anticipation as she saw her master leaning towards her and at a painfully slow pace, closing in and seemingly wanting to match his mouth with hers. Is he …..going to kiss me? her mind was in a frenzied whirl. She could feel his breath brushing the seams of her lips, though not touching, had already sent enticing shivers racing through her entire self….

 

A sudden fierce wind brought sounds of an erratic rustle of leaves, followed by a few huge relentless drops from above. With that slight contact with nature, Sesshoumaru suddenly pulled away with a growl, regaining his self-control, and in split second, stopped a few feet away from the now shivering girl.

 

Not knowing how to react to this sudden chance in atmosphere, Rin gingerly turned her back to protect what's left of her modesty as Sesshoumaru directed his glance away from her to inspect the ominous clouds hovering above them.

 

“I'm… I mean… I'm alright, just that I think I might have sprained my ankle…” she stuttered bashfully while hopping on one leg to hurriedly pick up her clothes and desperately trying to put on them with her violently shaking hands. “But not to worry, Sesshoumaru-sama, heeki, it's okay. Rin can still….”

 

Before she could finish her sentence, she felt a lean strong arm swinging round her waist from behind and in an instant, they were up in the air, flying at a comfortably swift speed homeward. Feeling her heart beat shooting up once again at this new embrace, Rin threw a shy glance at her master, however, capturing absolutely no emotion on his fair flawless face.

 

“A storm is coming. We have to hurry,” he did not as much turn to face her when he finally spoke in a low rumble.

 

“Hai” Rin replied apologetically. “Arigato, Sesshoumaru-sama… I mean… for just now.”

 

While attempting to stop her heart from pounding at an almost audible loudness, Rin felt a slight nuzzle at her waist. She peered down and to her immense astonishment, she saw, clasping in the hand of her lord, was….. the moon's flower.

 

“Wear it on your hair………..” he whispered, still holding his emotionless stance. “It…. suits you.”

 

 

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