InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Carried Away ( Chapter 28 )

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By: Ravyn Skye
Title: Carried away (I know it's unoriginal but it fits)
Author: Plumespixie
Genre: Hentai/ANGST
Rating: X/ Explicit
Words:1,081
Pairing:Sesshomaru/20yroldRin
Warnings: Het Sex/marking

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 2.1K | Visits: 563 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer:I don't own Inuyasha, and the hole in my basement still, sadly, does not have Sesshomaru at the bottom of it.
Title: Carried away (I know it's unoriginal but it fits)
Author: Plumespixie
Genre: Hentai/ANGST
Rating: X/ Explicit
Words:1,081
Pairing:Sesshomaru/20yroldRin
Warnings: Het Sex/marking
A/N: Came in a flash, once again, an attempt at a squick free (it explains why he isn't her 'father' figure, and how her feelings changed, and why.) Sess/Adult!Rin.
'It is cold… that's all…' He told himself as he welcomed the young woman beneath the blanket and haloed mokomoko around them.
She lay down, facing him, snuggling her head into his chest in the dark. She was 20 years old now and had been back with him for 3 years, her training by the miko complete.
Since that time he'd found himself more and more enamored with the young woman, but his pride was an insurmountable barrier… still, he couldn't help the physical reaction to her nearness, as he felt himself become surrounded in her sweet fertile scent. She'd be bleeding next week, he noted, thinking to change their route to allow her time in a hotspring, and to bathe as often as possible.
Rin lay, warm and safe in the dark, his body pressed against hers as she shivered again. It was so cold outside, but here, between the heavy blankets and with mokomoko above her, she was in a warm soft safe cocoon with the demon she'd fallen in love with.
When she'd been younger, he was like a cool older brother, and she'd admired him, perhaps even had the sort of childish crush on him that little girls have for their father figures, however, distance had paradoxally allowed her feelings for him to grow beyond their confines of the familial and into the romantic… but she knew he could never feel the same, so when he'd given her the choice, at seventeen, she'd returned to his side, but only as a companion. She was sad for it, but at the same time, she'd rather torment herself and be with him than to torment herself and be without him.
Rin felt something hot and hard brush against her thigh, and her breath caught as she realized what it was… she quickly got hold of herself and said nothing. Though, now, the realization of his physical state had the familiar ache she was so used to taking care of herself, building between her thighs. Saying nothing, pretending it was completely accidental, or that she was merely shifting to become comfortable, she pressed herself against him, briefly.
Sesshomaru felt the young, aroused smelling girl press herself into his erection, it was only for a moment, but the sensation had left him wanting. He waited as long as he could before taking a cue from Rin, and pretending to 'accidentally' push himself against her again.
A few more of these 'accidental' touches and it was clear to both parties that neither one was doing it on accident. Still not a word was said as a clawed hand came over her hip and pressed her firmly against him, and held her there. The two began to move against each other roughly, still, her head remained buried in his chest and not a word was said to break the spell.
She tossed her leg over his, allowing him to shift so he was pressed against her completely, his length running along the seam of her opening, as she grinded against him.
Only a little longer… He kept promising himself… only until she's taken care of, then we can go to sleep and when we wake it will never be spoken of, as if this never happened.
But… his hand had a mind of its own, as it untied her obi, and she hiked her sleeping yukata up, while he untied his hakama, letting the flap fall open and using his claws to slice his fundoshi away…
Why was he doing this? She is human! But… she smells so good… and the throbbing in his member was painful, and…
Only the tip… I won't take her maiden head, and then… in the morning, it will never be spoken of again, as if it never happened…
Slowly, and still wordlessly both shifted beneath the covers, until his angle allowed him to press the first few inches of himself inside. She seemed to understand what he was doing, and did not move to take more of him in, content, as was he, to allow only so much contact.
Kami! Her wet tight opening strangled the lengnth he'd allowed inside of her with such equisite tight perfection! The pleasure on the most sensitive part of his member radiated all the way up his shaft, and coiled in the tightness of his lower abdomen and testes.
Only moments later she began to breathe so heavily he thought she may pass out, and her whole body began to quiver and shake as her hips slammed mindlessly against him. Her release triggered his own.
Don't release inside her… do not release inside her…DO NOT RELEASE INSIDE HER.
His mind chanted but his body didn't obey as his climax finally crashed upon him, and, as his mind went white he thrust into her, breaking her hymen, burying himself to the hilt and filling her fertile womb with his scorching demon seed.
He came down from his climax to the smell silent tears. He could not pull away if he wanted to, he was knotted deeply in her… and… she was… crying.
He hadn't even kissed her... Neither had said a word, each getting carried away, lost in the moment, and now…
What had he done? This was more than a 'whoops'… no… getting his arm hacked off by Inuyasha was a 'whoops', getting nearly cut down by the wind scar was a 'whoops', allowing the incarnation of Naraku to nearly maim him entire was a 'whoops', this was…
Kami-sama… what had he done?
She was nearly sobbing openly now.
He knew what she was thinking.
He, despite his misgivings, and his unhappiness with the situation… he found he could not make a whore of the only girl who'd ever loved him for him, and hadn't feared him in the least.
He felt her shaking shoulders still as he brought leaned down, and brought his fangs to her neck, waiting…
She gave an almost imperceptible nod, and, though he did not want a human mate, his fangs sunk into her shoulder.
When he pulled back he lapped the wound, cleaning and sealing it.
He tried to keep his tone neutral, but he knew his uncertainty and… sadness… came through to the only one who could read him so well.
"You are mine, Rin."
No other words were spoken as the two laid silently, neither happy, and both fearful and full of misgivings over a now uncertain future.
Carried away… Hn.