InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lemonade, Too ❯ Youkai Hilton ( Chapter 7 )

Lemonade, Too

By Fujifunmum

Chapter 7: Youkai Hilton

Rin followed her mate down the familiar hallway of their family quarters in silence. Her eyes were downcast, her features serene and demure. Yet her thoughts were far away, lost in another time, another place. The soft steps of her tabi made no sound on the polished wood floors, only the gentle swish of the layers of silk of her kimonos told of her passing. Few would have even heard the muted sound, but her mate's senses were heightened far above the normal range for humans, and he knew her barest movements.

His pace was slowed in deference to her shortened stride. She was unable to match his cadence on any occasion, let alone when her movements were restricted by the tightly wound obi and encasing kimono trappings of the Approval ceremony. His hakama allowed comfort and ease of movement, while the tradition of the women of her upbringing had nothing to do with comfort and ease and everything to do with the expectations of her mate, her dominant, the male partner of their union. It was not the first time that Rin had contemplated such matters in her long life, nor would it be the last. She was not in any way dissatisfied with her life or her mate. Not in ANY way. The composure of her features gave way to a soft smile, showing the delicacy of her beauty in her eyes and in the lines of her facial structure.

Sesshoumaru felt the change in her mood and turned in time to admire her briefly before she ducked her head demurely, hiding a slight flush of pink on her cheeks. His expression softened in return. It was not exactly a smile, or even the hint of one. The Demon Lord of the Western Lands was known for his icy glare, his composure, and his complete reserve where emotions were concerned. Even within the confines of his own palatial den, his countenance was serious and his words were measured.

Rin's blush deepened as she considered how this outer façade clashed with the current persona of his concerts and videos. It would have been inconceivable for him to show such a face to the outside world in the past. Now, he delighted in the juxtaposition of the two divergent sides of his personality. It had been Rin who had subtly suggested to her mate that he consider such a path. Her mate valued power above all merit. Powerful adversaries were virtually nonexistent in this new realm, so his penchant for power needed an avenue for expression.

She had thought long and hard about the possibilities open to his many gifts and talents. Politics had been the obvious choice, but his activities in that arena within the last century might very well be uncovered. Dismissing the political arena, she merely turned on her television while her mate was busy tending his experiments to see where influence, money and power were to be had. The popular culture of their current surroundings thrived on reality shows and pop stars in all walks of life.

Rin had briefly considered a reality show format for her volatile mate. She smiled and stifled a giggle. Sesshoumaru had been born to play the "Simon" role on American Idol. Too bad it had already been filled. She could not honestly regret that her mate had not wished to go into television, acting or films. Despite her distaste for the trapezoidal museum they lived in, it was far better than the lifestyle she could envision in either Malibou or worse, Beverly Hills. Her mate was so far above and unconcerned with matters of daily life that he could live and function anywhere in any kind of atmosphere. She could not. How could she have found friends or anyone to talk to in such a place? Only her hired help would have been acceptable, and even they were not to be trusted.

Her sigh was barely audible, but her mate was highly attuned to her, as always. He continued to lead her away from the family quarters, but called back softly, "What is it, Rin?"

"Nothing of importance. I was merely wondering where we were going, Sesshoumaru-sama."

Now the Lord Demon of the Western Lands did smile ruefully. "Somewhere unexpected."

"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama," she replied submissively. She would follow him anywhere, anytime, anyplace. She already had.

The Artist came to an abrupt halt at the front door of his spacious ultra modern residence, waiting for the driver of his limousine to come around to open the passenger door for the two of them. A light mist was falling and he did not wish his mate to be out in it any longer than absolutely necessary. The driver opened the door and came to retrieve them from the house with an umbrella at the ready. Jaken had already gone on ahead to be certain that all was in order prior to his arrival.

Sesshoumaru gently handed Rin into the stretch limo, following her and settling in for the drive to their destination. He made himself comfortable across the back of the vehicle, Rin sitting in front of him on an adjoining seat. He surprised her by taking her hand and urging her to come back and sit next to him. It was an unusual gesture, but a very welcome one. She delighted in snuggling next to her mate, their limited time together very precious to her.

He was nearly always surprised at her reaction. In his long life he had seen many relationships, had many relationships. None were as affectionate as his own relationship with his beloved Rin. Certainly not the troubled relationship of his demon parents. They had clearly suffered under a marriage of convenience, at least on his father's part. His mother had deteriorated under the lack of affection from her chosen mate and become a bitter Inu demon, passing some of her bitterness on to her son. His father had respected him, cared for him, and treated him with the deference due his heir and scion. Unfortunately, love had not been a part of that inheritance. Only Inu Yasha and his concubine-turned-wife mother had basked in that emotion from the great Inutaisho.

In this case, fate was cruel indeed. Sesshoumaru remembered the Inutaisho very well. He remembered each and every slight given to him and his mother with ease. Inu Yasha, the favorite, remembered nothing of his father. Only his adoring mother lived on in his memory of their final days together. He remembered her final pain, not her earlier glory.

Pushing such sad thoughts of the past aside, he put his arm around his mate and reached out to feel the tightly woven silk of Rin's kimono. He stroked her shoulder, marveling at the difference in the feel of their silks. The texture of his own haori was far heavier than the light slickness of her garment. The variety of the feel of silk always fascinated him. He had worn such garments for so long and yet their elegance never faded, their feel continued to conjure comfort, luxury and beauty.

His eyes admired Rin in her beautiful kimono, and she blushed again under his gaze. She never demanded his full attention, yet she basked in it when it came, reassuring her of his care, his love, his trust, and his choice. She knew her mate had waited long years before deciding to mate with her, carefully considering whether he would be able to overcome the distrust of his own bitter upbringing.

Rin snuggled closer to him, rubbing her cheek against his chest, listening to his heartbeat with delight. The warmth of her undemanding care and concern washed over him, erasing the anxiety and disgust he felt after any meeting with the despicable hanyou that was his only relative. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the calm comfort his wise mate offered.

The drive back into the city seemed a short one. Sesshoumaru was almost surprised when the limo pulled up to the back of the Minneapolis Hilton. His fame required the secrecy of entering through the back alleyways of most places, so he was not at all surprised to find Jaken escorting him through the storage and kitchen areas of the fine hotel. Nor was he surprised to be riding in the freight elevator up to the top floor. The Bridal Suite was tastefully furnished in muted pastel colors, designed to be the least offensive to the most people. Sesshoumaru made a deliberate circuit of the rooms, taking in the view, noticing the various arrangements of fresh flowers and fruit, the formal furnishings, and the grand piano. He made note of the available avenues of escape in case of emergency.

Again, Rin followed him quietly, making no comment about their surroundings. Sesshoumaru dismissed Jaken with a flick of his graceful clawed fingers, the retainer bowing his way out of his master's presence with speed and relief.

Sesshoumaru turned away from his retreating figure and concentrated on the petite form of his mate. Rin was re-arranging the flowers to suit their more restrained taste. As he approached her from behind, Rin smiled her welcome into the darkness of the facing window. Her reflection greeted her mate and she watched as his face softened in response with each step in her direction. It was not coincidence that his stage presence exuded the personification of sex. Her eyes burned in reply as she felt the heat of his desire for her.

"The Bridal Suite, Rin. How ironic."

Rin turned to face him, reaching up to gently caress his cheek with its distinctive markings. "Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama," she breathed in reply. It was the only reply he sought, she knew, as he drew her into his arms. It was ironic in many ways. She knew they were here, in the suite reserved for his hanyou brother and his mate while the Marking took place within their den. She and Sesshoumaru knew what Yash had obviously forgotten. This was the anniversary of their own Approval and Marking, so long ago. The hanyou and his full demon brother might outwardly resist it, but there was no doubt about their similarities. They were brothers, whether they liked it or not. She wondered if she would actually live long enough to see them act like brothers. Probably not.

"How long has it been, my mate?" He asked her as he led her into the bedroom of their suite.

"I only count the years of sorrow, my love. Are not we newly mated? Our Marking seems but yesterday to me."

He rewarded her with what could only be called a very small smile. His eyes, however, rewarded her with the flame of desire. He made it clear that his desire for her had not waned in the long years of their mating. Her own desire flared in response, delighting in his touch, his reach and his fiery looks.

He stopped next to the bed, drawing her to him with his hands and his magnetism. She was years beyond resisting. Instead, she fisted her small hands in the lapels of his fine silk haori, enjoying the sumptuous silken touch of his clothing before reaching to part the lighter silks of his kimono and under kimono. Placing her hands palms-down on his chest, she compared the two textures, tilting her head to one side as she considered the differences. He watched her with those burning golden eyes, waiting for her verdict.

"You, my mate, " she assured him, lifting her eyes to meet his own, reflecting his fire with her own smoldering brown eyes. "Your skin is more pleasing to me than any fabric or flower, your touch more welcome than the morning breeze. I am never really happy outside of your presence, M'Lord. The time of our mating, our Marking, is the most precious of my remembrance. Our joining has brought me nothing but joy."

Her steady gaze and heartfelt words fanned the flame of her mate's desire as nothing else. She was his, body and soul, and her sweet submissiveness was the perfect match for his regal arrogance. She knew of the endless temptations he was presented with each time he appeared in public. She understood the groupies, the hangers on, the desire to touch him, to have some part of him. He was her mate and no matter what he gave to anyone else, his affection and care were reserved for her. She stood on tiptoes to reach up to kiss him on the chin. He lifted her up further to kiss her full on the lips, knowing that her human desires craved this kind of affection. His touch was gentle, for now, knowing that soon her passion and his Marking would permit the abandon he craved.

The scent of the shampoo he had created for her alone wafted over his senses, igniting a deep sensual response to the essence of his own Inu enzymes. The knowledge of the chemistry involved did nothing to lessen the response. It was overwhelming in its power to excite him to mate her. His emotional response was equally gauged, knowing she was his, sure in her love, immersed in the knowledge that she was marked as his for all to know.

His kisses became more demanding, more urgent and Rin clung to him in response, yielding more of herself to his touch, allowing him to lead her as he wished. It was a moment to revive and relive their Marking, she knew. Other couplings could be playful, sentimental or exotic. Tonight would be primal. What her mate required was her submission and knowing the rewards, she was more than compliant.

Sesshoumaru placed Rin's small hands on the ties of his haori, a sharp but faint bark escaping from the back of her demon mate's throat. She exhaled her soft agreement, not breaking their passionate kiss as she untied the loose binding and pushed the fabric from his shoulders, allowing it to slip unnoticed to the floor. . The crested obi, identical to her own but for color, was tied a little too tightly for his comfort, so she loosened it lightly, leaving it in place as he preferred. Her hands fell to his hakama ties, seeking the circular ties of the front part of the hakama which wound around his slender waist to keep both the hakama, his kimono and the under kimono in place. She undid the shell knot at the front, and unwound the ties, keeping the entire front of her mate's hakama in place only with the pressure of her small body against his. Carefully, she slid the sides of his kimono and under kimono aside so she could rest her hands and arms on his chest. She ran her smooth fingers over his upper body with loving adoration, slipping them around to caress his back. Her mate's kiss was becoming more demanding, urging her to open her mouth wider, to rub, caress and suck on his insistent tongue, continuing to exert his dominance over her willing submission.

At last he released her, placing his hands on his shoulders to first push her slightly away from him. Immediately, the front of his hakama fell, revealing more of his taunt strong body. The back of the hakama was still tied about his waist, binding the kimono and under kimono to him, but these were spread to reveal his fundoshi underneath. His hands continued pushing her to her knees before him.

She settled gracefully before him and looked up, pleadingly. Her mate's eyes were ablaze with desire; his instincts and reactions clearly caught up in their mating. He arrogantly cast her a disparaging glance, displeased with her hesitation. Noticing her pleading eyes, he gave her the briefest of nods. Rin quickly untied the back belt of his hakama, allowing it to drop to the floor. Then she slid her hands underneath the kimonos and around his back to begin unfastening the end of his fundoshi. All the while, she distracted her mate from her wish to disrobe him by nuzzling into his body, rubbing her face and her head into him as she made murmuring sounds of pleasure and submission in the back of her throat.

The sounds soothed his impatience more than her touching. He was lost in his primal urges to mate with her, demanding her total submission and subservience to his will. If she wasn't quick enough to obey, his Youkai instincts could overcome his natural affection for her and he might be too rough with her later.

She worked methodically at the twisted ends of the fundoshi, relaxing a bit when she felt Sesshoumaru take the beaded hairpins out of her hair. He was only protecting himself, she knew, but still, it was an act that indicated he was not totally lost in his instincts, not yet.

Her hands worked quickly at the wrappings and twisting of the fundoshi, undoing it faster than he had been able to tie it. As the long piece of fabric slowly released him, she continued to nuzzle her face and head into his body, reaching up to kiss and lick at the sack beneath his engorged penis. She arched her back sharply, stretching her arms and running her hands sensuously up his lithe body as high as she could reach. She was willing to risk his ire to get what she wanted before she gave in to his demands for her oral worship. It was a risk that might send him into anger at her for her delay in gratifying his need for her mouth on his shaft, but it was calculated to please him, too. He knew, in the recesses of his mind that she craved the sight of him.

He was gone too often from their den. He took her with him as often as he could, but that was not as often as she wished. She wished never to be parted from him. He would not give in to her on this, not if there was any possibility of danger or risk to her personally. Now, in the privacy of their mating, he knew what she wanted as he slowly removed the black kimono and the white under kimono beneath it. Clothing was of no importance to him. Whatever he needed would be available upon a word to Jaken. He took no notice of clothing outside of his career and was too impatient for the sexual attention of his mate to have a care for what he wore. Removing his clothing pleased her, so for that reason alone, he complied.

When his upper body was as revealed to her as his lower body, Rin pushed with her hands on his chest to get him to sit on the edge of the bed. She could more easily reach, touch and admire him from there, and her attentions would please him better from that angle. She couldn't resist rising briefly to kiss him again. He was impatient and frowning at her, demanding she continue with a low growl rising in his throat.

Her kiss was quick and startled him, but did nothing to erase the frown or the growl. She merely giggled as she sank back down on her knees, pushing his knees apart to allow her to scoot closer to the bed, closer to his body. Now that she had more room to maneuver and a better angle to touch him, she brought her hands slowly down across his chest, tenderly scratching him with her long nails. The lower she went, the more urgent the scratching became, until her hands were delighted to grasp his waiting cock. She knew exactly how he wanted her to touch him. She understood exactly what kind of pressure he liked and where to apply it. It was often her choice whether to tease or deny him, but not on this night, the anniversary of their Marking.

To indicate her total submission to his will, his desires, she clasped her fingers around him together, alternating them and applying encouraging pressure to him in sequence, as if her talented fingers were playing a song just for him on his instrument. Her thumbs wrapped around him to supply the bass notes to the piece, alternately working separately and together to heighten his pleasure.

She delighted in the silken feel of him. She had not lied or even exaggerated. There was nothing she wanted to feel as much as his skin, and the skin covering his penis was her favorite. Slack and yet not. Firm and yet soft. Yielding while making the most demands upon her. The sensitive skin of his tip and the ridge beneath she saved only for her lips and her tongue. Her hands yearned to go further as they played and caressed him beneath, but she resisted the urge as she lowered her head to breathe softly across the moistened tip.

The low growl from her mate had continued to rumble through her senses, urging her forward, demanding she get on with it. Now that her breath was upon him, the growl changed tone, becoming a soft whine of approval.

Rin smiled and leaned in further to give him the kiss that he craved, pursing her lips and kissing him sweetly and gently. It was not what he wanted; it was only a prelude. Her own desire was inflamed by her actions. She had often found that giving her mate pleasure increased her own geometrically. Tonight was no exception. She felt his foot moving beneath the layers of her skirts; his tabi covered toes caressing her inner thigh to tease her.

She ignored that distraction for the moment, preferring to give him her full attention as her kisses became more like nibbles and her tongue darted out to flick at the damp smooth surface without notice or rhythm. Each slight lick surprising him and sparking his fervor for her fuller attentions. Then she took him fully in her mouth, sucking inward and running the edge of her tongue around his ridge, first in one direction, then in the other. Now he was the one distracted by her activities so she reached down with both hands to remove his tabi and then returned them to their appointed fingerings on his instrument before he could object. She knew she had been successful when the slight whine of approval that lingered in his throat pitched higher as he leaned back on the bed supporting himself with his clawed hands and throwing his head back, exposing the working muscles in his slender neck as they gulped for air.

Her full attention was back on the pleasant task at hand. Her fingertips worked to increase his response while her mouth caressed and worshipped at the altar of his being. Servicing her mate in supplication to his urgent need was an aphrodisiac like no other to her own desires. She gave him exactly the sucking sensations that he craved, waiting for him to direct her again. If he wanted her to give him full and immediate satisfaction, she was more than willing to do so, she was anxious to do it.

He was enjoying her attentions, and his Youkai instincts were willing him to let her continue, to begin their mating dance of renewal with her ultimate act of contrition. She felt his pleasure rising, but was surprised when he began to distract himself slightly by again caressing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh with his foot. His bare toes, clawed and dangerous, were steadily moving up her thigh. The smooth rounded upper edges of his claws barely scraped the surface of her skin, at once both powerful and gentle against her. It was another measure of her total trust that she felt no apprehension about his claws. She was his to do with as he wished and she was certain of his good intentions.

Her sucking rhythm faltered just slightly as his largest clawed toe reached between her legs. To make amends, she took him more fully in her mouth, folding her lips more protectively around her teeth to encompass him. Her body sank down on the waiting foot between her legs, settling it within her folds and allowing her to grasp it with her outermost sexual muscles.

Her mate's faint whine became a seductive low-pitched growl, dropping lower as she coordinated all of her responses to him. Her clenched muscles caressed his toes as he used them to bring her pleasure. Her breathing slowed to accommodate her swallowing response as she worked the muscles in her throat to contract on his sensitive tip. Her hands separated. One continued to tighten and pull down the loose skin on his shaft, while the other reached lower to cradle the sack beneath. Her fingers stretched beyond the sack to caress the taunt and sensitive places underneath. His head fell back further in response. She was gratifying all of his sexual needs and soothing his instincts.

The Demon Lord of the Western Lands, the powerful talented Artist, could have nearly any pleasure or partner of his choosing. His choosing was this, his mate, giving freely of her love and need, worshipping his body with her own, doing exactly as he wished with her pleasure rising based on his responses. He felt as strong and powerful as he had in the Sengoku Jidai. Only she could erase the pain of his lost empire, restoring it with her care and encouragement.

She no longer waited for him to determine her responses. She was lost in her own desire to continue to please him, her own sexual need to bring him the most pleasure she could, to repay him for all he had done for her. Her throat muscles caressed him in an ever-increasing rhythm, her suction increasing with her speed. The hand holding the base of his shaft tightened incrementally, her thumb rubbing the distended channel, encouraging the flow of his release. Her other hand cupped and caressed, softly urging him forward. Her own body clenched tighter as the toes of his foot settled deeper between her folds. He kept his claws completely away from her as his largest toe found an especially sensitive home nestled under the hood of her mound, gently massaging her center.

He knew better than to bring her to climax. She was too wild in her abandon to bear it and she might actually be dangerous to him in that state. He wanted to be out of her mouth first. There was no leaving it now, however, not while she still worked her magic on him. Carefully, he calculated the amount of time he could withstand her attentions without abandoning thought to instinct. As the limit approached, he sat fully upright on the edge of the bed and spoke.

"Rin. Stop."

She halted exactly as she was, not moving a single muscle after his words reached her. She had followed any and all of his commands for as long as she cared to remember. When she did remember before that time, it was only the sad reminders of the punishing days of her early childhood. Days he had ended by reviving her from death with Tensaiga and taking her with him on his long journey.

Carefully, he lifted her head out of his lap. She offered no resistance, merely waited patiently for his next desire. She licked her lips in anticipation. She was sure how this mating would proceed now and her eyes shone with an endearing eagerness. Now he lifted her off the floor with ease and care. His clawed hands were tense with desire, but still mindful of her tenderness. Only the rounded tops of his claws ever met with her skin. She had nothing to fear from the poison. Sesshoumaru controlled the poison in his claws precisely. The poison would be carefully absent during their mating, despite the fact that he had assured her that her status as his mate made her immune to it's effects. She was his; she was safe.

He stood with her in his arms and switched their positions, laying her face down on the bed as he reached underneath her to part the folds of her kimonos and push them and the wrapped slip beneath up to gather underneath her obi. He pushed the obi itself up her torso slightly to allow a little more room for the folds of the slippery and luxurious silks to be bunched as high as possible under her waist. Then he pulled her up to her hands and knees and slid his hands around on either side to hold her hips in position and keep the silks out of his way.

She could feel his golden eyes burning as he came onto the bed behind her, sliding one knee between hers and one outside her bent leg. She braced herself and relaxed at the same time, knowing that his position indicated a measure of abandonment he rarely permitted himself. She smiled and sighed, letting him hear a rumbling murmur in her throat to indicate her pleasure at his choice. He was too careful with her. As often as he assured her that the Marking made it impossible for him to hurt her unintentionally, he still continued to exercise restraint in deference to what was left of her humanity.

She relished the times he lost himself in their pleasure, no matter the cost to her later in bruises. She bruised easily and they never hurt her. Unfortunately, the sight of them kept him from releasing the animal magnetism he so aptly displayed on stage within the privacy of their bedroom. Tonight would be a welcome exception.

Sesshoumaru felt the burning of instincts taking over his rational thought. His feelings coming forcefully to the surface as his full Youkai blood raged in rampant sexual desire. He had to have her. He had to make her his again. He had to feel her wrapped around him, becoming an extension of himself. He had to claim her and bury his own desire in her.

His breath rose to a pant as he steadied himself on the bed, then deciding the furniture was too foreign, too soft, and abhorrent to his Youkai nature, he yanked her forcefully to the floor. Pulling her up against his straining cock, he buried himself in her and began to show her his strength. As the skin of his abdomen and pelvis felt her soft skin rub against him, his feelings of possession and pleasure peaked and his male Youkai nature took over. She was an extension of him, bound to him with skin and muscles, clenching to keep him within her as he drove into her, pounding her with his dominance and his need.

In their mating frenzy, he moved often into slightly different positions behind her, always seeking to reach deeper and deeper into her, into himself. He couldn't get enough of her, couldn't pull her hips back to him fast enough, and couldn't find what he was looking for fast enough. Rin was lost in her own feelings and sensations, beyond measuring her responses to him now. When she moved, it too was by instinct. Her interior muscles were tuned to his instrument just like her fingers. She grasped him as tightly as she was able, rippling the muscles inside her vagina against his shaft in sequence, timing them to his thrusts. When his speed increased to the point that she could only clench and release, she leaned down on her elbows, stretching her lower body up to meet him more eagerly.

The growl she got in response hardly penetrated her senses, which were blurred with the pounding pleasure of her own responses to the mating. The fevered pitch of their actions rose to a maddening height before she felt the hands of her mate clench at her hips, holding her completely still as he drove his desire home within her. The howl he released at climax was immensely satisfying to her. It was the antithesis of his usual withdrawn and emotionless demeanor. It was the proof of his love and trust for her as his mate.

She continued to caress him within her, delighting in the tremors of his aftershocks of pleasure and release, clinging to the emotional connection of the joining. Sesshoumaru permitted it, enjoying the continued care his mate offered, knowing his presence within her brought them both closer and deepened their relationship with sexual bindings. The chirping noises she made were his favorite. The seemed to be a cross between a giggle and a sigh, indicating both her delight and her satisfaction.

At last, he withdrew and sat back on his knees behind her, bringing her around to face him. Carefully, he removed the pins and clasps holding her hair, disheveled by their passion. Her long tresses fell about her shoulders, dropped over her kimonos and reached her obi. The floor length garments remained bunched at her waist, revealing the tops of her thighs as she sat facing him where he had placed her.

She bowed deeply in supplication and silent thanks for the attentions of her Youkai Lord. He stood, turned and called back over his shoulder to her as he made his way to the spa in the sumptuous suite.

"Join me in the bath, Rin."

Rin raised her face and smiled her delight to his retreating back. Her Sesshoumaru was calling her to him, their marking celebration far from finished. She scampered lightly to her feet and followed him.