InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Letting Nature Take Its Course ❯ Chapter 1

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

The young woman sang happily under her breath as she gathered flowers from the edge of the meadow. Once she had gathered them simply to wave their bright beauty under the nose of her Master. Now, she'd learned the usefulness of the same plants she'd thrown away so carelessly once he had turned and continued their endless journeying. She sighed, her song fading as she cut one feathery green stalk from its stem; this one… she didn't want to use. But she also did not want him to be angry with her, or cast her aside. She needed this herb until he told her he was ready…

Blinking her eyes rapidly, she tucked the plants into her furoshiki and decided to seek some mushrooms for her supper. He would be coming back soon and he teased her when her belly rumbled. She loved him, even when he teased her, but she also wanted to please him, be as perfect as her imperfect human body could be. She had never heard his belly rumble, seen him even take a misstep. He was perfection from the top of his silver head to his beautiful clawed toes.

Sighing, she sat in the soft grass; if only she was not human! She felt so unworthy of him, so sad that he would be alone so soon, because she was going to die one day. The thought saddened her, not because she was afraid, but because she didn't want to hurt him. He had scoffed when she was a child and asked him to not forget her, but now she knew his eyes had shown a spark of something akin to panic. Until that moment, he had not realized she would die one day. Why would he think of such things? He was himself timeless, un-aging. She sniffled again and then blinked when she realized tears were trickling down her cheeks. She dabbed at her eyes with her sleeve; it would not do to have him see her red eyed and puffy…

“Rin? Why are you weeping?” His voice would sound cold and unmoved to any other ear, but she knew him too well. She heard the catch of concern, the hesitation of almost shy reluctance to seem emotional. She shook her head and plastered a smile to her face, looking up at him. Her tears made the light explode around him, wreathing him in soft glittering beauty, but it still paled compared to his eyes, his face. He knelt and brushed her tears off her cheeks with gentle fingers, his eyes filed with questions. She shook her head again and sighed.

“It is nothing, my lord…”

“Rin. I told you, do not call me that anymore.” He said softly. She blushed.

“Hai, Sesshomaru-sa…” she bit her lip and smiled shyly. His lips twitched a hint before he leaned in and kissed her eyes closed, his hands on her shoulders. She gave a shuddering sigh and tilted her head back, and hummed happily as he kissed her lips gently. She lifted her hands and held his face, fingers light on his silken skin, and parted her lips for him, encouraging him to act boldly. She knew he didn't usually like to indulge in lovemaking during the day, and never in the open like this, but she suddenly ached for him, needed him to drive her empty fear from away, and the pain of her unworthiness to bear him an heir.

He did not know why she was weeping, but he would find out later. Right now her scent was carrying her desire with it, and he felt a strong need to comfort her and give in to her unspoken need for him. Her soft hands on his face, her slender body curving to his, heedless of his armor, was convincing him to throw caution away for once. When her lips parted and her tongue darted against his teeth, caressing his fangs coyly, he unlaced his armor and shrugged out of it. By then her tongue was dueling with his, her hands pulling the fur off his shoulder and tossing it behind her. He found her obi unerringly and untied it, breaking the heated kisses to nip her chin.

She smiled with her eyes closed, obeying his gentle nudge and laying back, her head cushioned on his fur. His lips trailed along her neck, flicking the hollow of her throat before moving down further, his hands curving over her ribs just under her breasts. Her back arched as his hands drifted down her ribs to her hips, opening her elegant kimono as he went. His lips traveled slowly down her chest, his tongue leaving a trail of cool damp skin behind it. She bit back a moan and grabbed his shoulders, unable to stop her right leg from rising to wind around his left.

Teasingly he licked up the curve of her right breast, her nipple hardening even before he reached it. His fangs grazed the taut flesh which hardened even more, before he engulfed her into his mouth, pulling hard with his lips and tongue. She cried out softly and dug her fingers into his shoulders, then tugged at the silk that covered him still. He usually would move a little slower than this but despite his desire and willingness to give in to her playful yet desperate urge, he could not forget they were in the open, and very vulnerable. He loosened his hakama ties but did not shrug free of the haori or his pants.

Her small hands moved around to his chest and caressed his skin, so soft and fine, silk was like tatami by comparison to his skin. She loved to touch him and he loved to let her touch him. His lips migrated to her left breast, while one hand slid to massage her belly. She'd always loved this, but this time she felt his youki very keenly in his fingertips, sinking deeply into her flesh and making her womanhood melt for him. She whimpered and arched her chest to his mouth, fingers winding into his hair as he nuzzled back and forth between her breasts, and his hand rubbed her abdomen in an ever expanding circle, up to her ribs, down to just brush her curls, back up over her ribs, down and teasing the tuft of hair again. Her moans and how she arches her hips up to him made him purr as he devoured her breasts.

“Please…” she gasped at last, voice soft and breathless. He still did not bother to remove his clothing, simply freeing himself just enough so he could get to her, and rubbed the velvety head of his shaft against her slick folds. Her voice was inarticulate when she mewled and tugged on him, begging for more contact, more pressure, just more. Only he could ease her sadness, he had always made her feel better about everything in her life, and she needed his comfort now more than ever.

“Hai, now.” He murmured and slowly slid into her, opening her narrow secret space with a long slow motion. Her back arched and her eyes squeezed shut, lips parting as she flushed in her pleasure. Her hands flexed in his hair, over his shoulders as he rested inside her for just a moment, then pulled away and rejoined her with more speed and force. Again she jerked against him and cried out, forcing him to cover her mouth as he started a swift, hard pace within her welcoming body. His growl poured into her ear as he strove to make her hit the peak first, but she wanted him with her this time, and bit her lips as she quivered and fought to pleasure he gave her.

“Don't wait, please,” she whispered behind his hand and he melted; she felt his body press closer and closer and shoved her hips up at him finally allowing herself to open her eyes and see his face. The sight of his pale cheeks, with stripes livid against his skin made her weak. His eyes were closed as he gave in to the pleasure between them, and she felt him filling her fully, before her thoughts fled before the wave of ecstasy took her along with him. Her cry was soft and beautiful to his ears, making his enjoyment even deeper; her pleasure was more important to him, and it always had been so.

Shivering he settled against her and nuzzled her neck, sniffing and noting that she was coming to the fertility arch of her cycle. He was puzzled as to why she never conceived, and it was beginning to weigh on him; was he incapable of siring heirs with his chosen? He rolled to his side slowly, bringing her with him and draping her kimonos over her in case anyone was to walk up on them.

“I have to apologize. I seem incapable of providing you with children.” He said quietly, though he flinched in angry amazement at his own bluntness. He felt her stiffen next to him. He suspected that this was why she'd been weeping before; obviously she mourned their childlessness.

“You want us to have children? You want my children? But you know we will make hanyou, like your brother is!” she squeaked. He made a small gesture that she took to be a shrug.

“I want your children, but it seems it is not to be… Rin, why are you weeping again?” he said sharply. The girl had her face pressed to his shoulder and was soaking his skin and his haori, as well as his hair and probably the ground beneath them with her tears. She shook her head but could not speak for a few moments. Her next words shook him.

“Sesshomaru-sama, I've been using an herb so I would not shame you by conceiving a hanyou child, ever since you and I first… you know.” She sat up over him, her bared breasts pertly shifting and drawing his gaze despite himself. He forced his eyes to her face and shook his head.

“I never told you I did not want pups, Rin. Why did you feel…” his words faded away; of course she felt she could not produce a child for him from her own womb; she had heard him scorn Inuyasha for most of her life, heard Jaken declare the uselessness of her race, heard the disgust everyone held for the hanyou of their world. She had made an assumption in order to save him from pain. Guilt flared to life in his chest and made him feel a finger length tall.

“I know why you chose to do this, but why did you not ask me what I desired first?” he asked slowly. She shook her head and rested her cheek on his chest.

“I heard it too often, how you hate your brother for being hanyou, how everyone hates them. I was sure you would hate me, turn me out if I became pregnant with what you hate most.” She said in a small quiet voice. The great demon lord winced like a scolded child and resolved to make her feel more assured about communicating with him in the future.

“Rin. Do not take the herbs anymore. I am forbidding it. We shall let nature take its course and see if we are blessed with a child, ne?” her face was radiant as she nodded; the shadows were gone and that was what he had wanted from this little session. He sat up as she grabbed at her basket and shredded her contraceptive herbs gleefully, forgetting to close her kimono in her excitement.

He decided she did not need to close it yet anyway, and pulled her close once more; Nature might need a hint if they were to create a child any time soon…