InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ RavynSkyes's Drabbles ❯ Welcome Home ( Chapter 35 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Ravyn Skye
Originally Written For: IYhedonism 'Home' theme week 30

Title: Welcome home
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Adult
Characters: Duh... Sess/Rin
AU/Canon: Post-Canon
Word Count: 680

Anime/Manga: InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance | Type: Fanfiction Sequel | Uploaded On: 08.27.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.3K | Visits: 519 | Status: Completed

Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha and I make no money from writing this
Originally Written For: IYhedonism 'Home' theme week 30
Title: Welcome home
Author: Plumespixie
Rating: Adult
Characters: Duh... Sess/Rin
AU/Canon: Post-Canon
Word Count: 680
He trembled. It was all crashing down around him. His resolve, his beliefs, everything.
Her lips brushed his and a keening whine escaped.
"Shhhhhhh…" She comforted him. How she had ended up in control of the situation he couldn't quite recall. "Rin loves you." She whispered, and his eyes closed.
"Please…" He didn't know if he was begging her to stop, or begging her not to stop.
"Sesshomaru-sama…" Rin released the tie to his hakama, pulling his Kimono and Juban aside, leaning forward and nibbling on his pointed ear while reaching back for the knot of her obi.
"Rin… I…" He wanted to tell her it was dangerous, she should stop. His father's mortal had died, his father had died, and nothing but pain and tradgedy could come of their union…
"Rin is not afraid…" She silenced him from further protest with a kiss and when her tongue brushed his lips he opened up to her, the last of his resolve melting as easily as the salt of her skin on his tongue as he tasted her sweetness fully.
He felt his loins stir to alertness, and he hardened as her kimonos fell away and his hands touched the softest skin he'd ever felt.
She fell back wards, pulling her with him, and a sword calloused hand fumbled awkwardly in the dark to feel her newly developed curves, while the other struggled to tug his hakama to at least his knees.
"Relax… take your time…" again the slow soothing sound of her voice was calming, but worried he may have been frightening her with his sudden eagerness.
"Rin… this Sess… I have never…" She cut him off again.
"I love you." She pulled him down and he complied, allowing her wrap her arms around him, and spread her knees wide open. Her scent was heavenly, so thick in the air around him and when he felt a small hand wrap around his oft-neglected maleness he buried his face in her neck and groaned.
Her hand ran over his sensitized shaft, and it was so good he had to stop her, least he release too soon.
He gripped her wrist and guided it away from him, lightly pinning it above her head, his other hand gripping his erection, and running it along her seam, moistening his tip, and teasing himself.
"You are sure?" The woman-child beneath him smiled softly, nodding her head.
"Are you?" Rin countered.
Instead of answering in words, he pushed himself inside her, inch by inch, slowly. No barrier marred his way, her maidenhead long ago lost to the countless physical traumas she had endured in childhood, rather than any man.
When at last he was within her fully, he stilled, appreciating the feel of such a warm slick tightness gripping him, holding him, cradling him and welcoming him home.
It was nearly too much, and as he panted above her the girl beneath him rocked her hips and he was lost to instinct, beginning the timeless advance and retreat that brought them both exquisite tortured bliss.
What was tender became frantic and the slap and thud of their bodies mixed with the sighs and moans, pants and groans, whines and whispered praise creating a raptured symphony of sound which echoed through the moonlit grove.
As the rise of shared pleasures crested and the moans became louder and his cock twitched and pulsed and her tightness rippled and constricted he was lost in a wave of new sensation, and any doubts he had were swept away in the tidal wave of pleasure that washed over them both.
Panting and sated, her heart beat tattooing in his ears, her scent coating his nostrils, and his body going limp inside her, he knew… he would never leave her again.
Forever… Itsumo… the wish of an eight year old ningen girl that he had every intention of granting…
She felt like home to him… and he was never one to give up his territory so easily.