InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Rise to the Occasion ❯ One-Shot

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

Blanket Disclaimer:

Inuyasha, and the characters therein, are the property of Rumiko Takahashi. I am in no way affiliated with Takahashi, or VIZ Productions.


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A/N:


While I know there is some dispute over the validity of the Sesshoumaru/Rin pairing, I also know that that pairing still has quite the following. So this one-shot is dedicated to everyone who adores the idea of Sesshoumaru and Rin getting together. Who cares what Takahashi had in mind? That’s the whole point of fanfiction, to create scenarios we want to see.

This particular one-shot is actually a sequel to a short by King Baka, from his “Stream of Consciousness” collection of LiveJournal contest entries. The theme for the original contest was “Fall”, and his entry, “How the Mighty Have Fallen”, can be seen here…


http://www.mediaminer.org/fanfic/view_ch.php?cid= 578346&submit=View+Chapter&id=163201


I strongly recommend reading his short first, because it sets the scene for what I have created in the sequel that takes place ten years later. I think it’s only fitting that I find myself inspired by one of his stories enough to write a companion piece, considering his first work of fanfiction, “A Moment of Clarity”, was actually inspired by one of my own stories. I’d say we’ve come full circle. King Baka…this one’s for you!






Jaken felt like weeping, and cursing, and taking his frustrations out on the nearest unsuspecting victim. How had his mighty inu-youkai lord been reduced to this? How had he fallen so far? His cherished Sesshoumaru-sama was…

No, I will not cause my lord any further disgrace by giving name to such a vile ignominy.

With a sense of loyalty bred from decades of unwavering devotion, the once mighty ruler over his own clansmen readjusted his hat before tightening his grip on the staff of two heads, making his way down the western corridor of his lord’s honored mother’s estate with a decorum of complete disregard to the many whispers littering the air.

“Little youkai…” reached his ears as he approached his destination, and he bowed humbly despite the slight twinge of indignation he felt running through his veins at her words.

“I am called Jaken.” he murmured quietly, knowing the female Daiyoukai before him would hear him, but would also ignore him, like always.

Sesshoumaru’s mother appraised the kappa-like creature bowing before her in the main audience hall, and then with the slightest raise of her hand, she silently dismissed the guards, until only she and her son’s servant were present.

It would appear my son is more like his father and half-brother than I had originally believed.

While the Inu’tsuki no Joou had first noticed her son’s softening tendencies towards humans around ten years ago, she hadn’t been certain, at that time, just how far Sesshoumaru’s oftentimes misplaced sense of pretension would allow him to go. That question had been answered early yesterday morning, when he had arrived at her castle unexpected, and without preamble had marched directly up to her throne, stating with conviction that he had something important to tell her. No trace of hesitation had been present in his eyes, as he’d stood before her with a mien of silent challenge, daring her to argue against his decision.

It was then that she realized it would be foolish to continue holding out hope for any full-blooded grandchildren within the next few decades, not that she truly minded the idea of hanyou nearly as bad as her son had once loathed the creatures. Any beings that possessed the blood of the great Inu no Taisho would be superior to all those around them, as had been demonstrated time and time again by the late Inu no Taisho’s second son, who had also chosen a human wife.

Yes, she thought, the slightest hint of amusement reaching her eyes, even as her countenance remained otherwise unchanged. Those boys are both their father’s sons.

“I have summoned you here with a very important task I wish you to perform for me.”

Immediately, Jaken straightened his tiny form, staring up at his lord’s honored mother with a look of awe mixed with apprehension. After all, this was the woman who had needlessly put his lord through so much mental turmoil that one time in the past, going as far as causing Rin’s second death, all for the sake of a sword. But of course, she had also restored Rin to life again, and for that Jaken would forever remain humbly in her debt, knowing that his lord would never show or acknowledge such an emotion himself. Although, Sesshoumaru had become surprisingly more emotional in recent weeks.

“Wh-what is it you wish of me?”

“I wish for you to tell me of my son, and of how he came to acquire this human girl, who has since grown into a woman. Speak truthfully.”

His jaw hit the ground, before a look of absolute horror overtook his features. Speak with his lord’s honored mother about her son?! Speak of Sesshoumaru-sama as though he were somehow an ordinary person beseeming of having such topics uttered aloud? Without his knowledge?! Regardless of his personal view on the matter, however, Jaken found her words immediately triggering an unwanted anamnesis of how Rin had come to be with his lord again, after having temporarily left the girl to finish growing up amongst her own kind in the village of that elderly miko.

It had been her sixteenth summer, and in the eyes of her human mentor Rin had been an adult, capable of making her own decisions. Despite enjoying the company of those whom she had come to think of as her friends, Rin had found that she’d missed being in the presence of her lord, and when she had asked him, quite brazenly in Jaken’s opinion, if she could once again travel with him now that she was no longer a child, his lord’s offhanded reply of “You may do as you wish.” had preluded the beginning of the end.

Jaken was pulled from his thoughts when he registered the sensation of golden eyes boring right through him, and focusing once again on the powerful inu demoness sitting before him, he realized with an audible gulp that he had better not keep his lady waiting any longer. He told her everything, while still trying to tell her as little as possible. The woman already knew that Rin had previously been brought back to life by Tenseiga, so giving those details was a necessity, especially since it explained how the girl had come to travel with his lord in the first place. The more horrid details of Rin’s escapades as Naraku’s off-again/on-again prisoner were omitted, but Jaken did reveal to his lord’s honored mother that Rin had occasionally found herself in grave danger, and that Sesshoumaru had stopped at nothing to save her at those times. The imp then continued to explain how Rin had been left to finish growing up among her own kind, though Sesshoumaru had checked in on her on occasion. He also explained how the girl had been permitted to once again travel with them after her sixteenth year, and that for the last two years things had been fairly close to how they had been back in the beginning, back before his lord had adopted the quest of seeking the destruction of Naraku.

Jaken couldn’t rightfully tell Sesshoumaru’s mother how the girl had managed to woo her son’s heart, because to be completely truthful, the imp had no comprehension of such things, and though he did not voice this last thought aloud, it was in Jaken’s opinion that his lord had disgraced himself. She was only a human! But fortunately, humans were mortal, and so he chose to think of it as nothing more than a passing fancy. Surely his lord knew better than to dishonor himself further by siring any beings like that horrid half-brother of his. Right?

While Jaken believed to keep his opinions to himself, Sesshoumaru’s mother smiled secretly. She could easily read the imp’s thoughts in his eyes, though she did not share in his viewpoint. Her son’s honor was not in question here. It was true that the girl was mortal, but that was irrelevant. Sesshoumaru could do as he wished with whom he wished, and any hanyou that may be produced as a result would be properly respected while in her domain, or else.

“Thank you, Jaken, that will be all.” she spoke softly, a gentle smile gracing her lips as she realized how deeply the devotion of the being before her truly ran for her son, even if his worries were misplaced.

Jaken once again found himself staring drop-jawed at the powerful Daiyoukai before him, his mind frantically second-guessing itself as to whether or not he had heard her correctly. He dared not ask her to repeat herself.

“I-is there anything else you command of me, most honorable mother?” he asked instead.

“I order only that you do not disturb my son at this hour.” she stated, glancing nonchalantly in the direction of the sun to note how much time has passed. “His lady may still be serving him tea.”

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In a prestigious eight-tatami room on the other side of the castle, a young woman of eighteen years dressed in the finest silk robes knelt at a low table, slowly and carefully stirring two servings of koicha tea. With no thought to propriety, she absentmindedly sung a merry tune as she worked; one habit from childhood she had yet to outgrow.

“There’s a place in my mind, no one knows where it hides, and my fantasy is flying, it’s a castle in the sky.”

Sesshoumaru chuckled quietly to himself as he watched her. Rin’s memories of his mother’s castle should be tainted by ghostly imagery of devilish hellhounds, but instead, the girl felt quite fondly of his mother’s estate. Although…he amended his last thought…Rin was most certainly no ‘girl’ any longer.

As he watched her prepare their tea, he noted with pride that, aside from her quiet singing, she was doing everything correctly. Her posture, her careful hand movements…Kaede had taught her well. Still, as Rin continued to sing a made-up song about kings and magic and battlefields, Sesshoumaru found that he was glad the old miko had not managed to robe Rin of her unique and somewhat overzealous personality. He suspected his brother’s wife had had a hand in that development, allowing Rin to behave as she wished when in her presence.

As the woman before him continued to sing, rather than lightly scolding her on her inappropriate mannerisms, Sesshoumaru found himself admiring the beauty of her voice.

“Fairytales live in me, fables coming from my memory. Fantasy is not a crime, find your castle in the sky.”

A peaceful silence descended as she finished preparation on the tea. When it was ready, she poured the tea first for the man sitting quietly at the table, and then for herself. She could feel his eyes following her every move, but she was not nervous. In fact, as Rin took her place on the zabuton beside him, she found his silent appraisal quite enjoyable. She had learned how to read his eyes over the years, and as she observed her lord take his first sip of tea, it was with his eyes that he complemented her.

Still, Rin was in a joyful mood, so she would have none of that silence nonsense on such a lovely afternoon. There was cause for celebration, after all. His mother had not shunned them.

“Do you like Rin’s tea, Sesshoumaru-sama?” she asked quietly, her eyes hopeful.

“Yes.” came his simple reply, as he took another sip.

With a hint of teasing in her voice, she inquired pointedly “Yes, what?”

“Yes, this Sesshoumaru likes Rin’s tea.” he elaborated with a twinkle in his eyes before taking his third sip.

In fact, it was the truth; he did like the tea. Rin had done well not to add too much matcha powder, making the koicha slightly thinner than most humans would prefer, yet still noticeably thicker than usacha, which would be much too bitter for his sensitive taste buds. As he took his fourth sip of tea, Sesshoumaru missed the playful glint that flashed in her eyes as she took another sip of her own.

“How much do you like it?” she inquired next, holding her hand about a foot above the ground. “This much?” Then she held her arm above her head, her hand as far from the ground as it would go from her kneeling position. “Or thiiiiiiiiiis much?”

Chuckling audibly as he realized where her memories had taken her, it was without hesitation this time that Sesshoumaru lifted his hand high above his head, replying with “This Sesshoumaru likes Rin’s tea thiiiiiiiiiis much.”

The Daiyoukai was only grateful that Jaken was not currently present to bear witness…especially since he had a sneaking suspicion of where she was going with her little reenactment. His mother would know how to keep the imp otherwise preoccupied for the time being.

“All right, good sir.” Rin stated as she finished her cup, carefully setting the expensive china down before adding “That will be four ryo, please.” in a falsely authoritative manner, even going so far as to hold her hand out palm up in expectation.

“This Sesshoumaru does not have any money, Rin.”

As if she didn’t already know that.

“All right…” she answered then, retracting her arm before batting her eyelashes at him prettily. “Then I will take my payment in a kiss.” she stated in compromise, turning her head to the side and demurely presenting her cheek to her lord.

Unlike the last time he had found himself in this situation, there was an actual table and teacups to consider, as he did nothing before first setting his finished cup aside on the low table, making sure both his and Rin’s cups were far enough out of reach that they would not accidentally be knocked over by his long sleeves. Then he began leaning forward, allowing the young woman to believe for a moment that he was actually going to be satisfied with planting a chaste kiss upon her cheek. Then, before his lips made contact, he raised his hand to rest gently upon her other cheek, as he turned her head to face him. Rin’s eyes were soft, warm, inviting, and full of love, as he gently touched his lips upon her own.

The kiss seemed to suspend them both in that moment in time, as they slowly and gently explored one another. A fire began building slowly in her stomach, but Rin did her best to damp it down. She had her lord’s heart, and she couldn’t be happier. The rest could wait.

As she felt him pull away, Rin was truly not expecting anything further to happen between them. After all, they were currently at his mother’s castle! While her lord had confessed to sharing her growing feelings of compassion, when she had first miraculously braved telling him one evening of her own feelings for him, they had yet to do anything other than kiss and embrace because it had been imperative to Sesshoumaru that his mother first be properly informed of his decision to claim her, allowing him time to step down as her son if she would have demanded such a thing.

Fortunately, that had not been the case.

His mother actually seemed rather indifferent as to whom he chose to have accompany him in his life, which was just fine with Sesshoumaru. He would wait a while longer before informing the half-breed, though; he was not looking forward to Inuyasha’s gloating.

I will also have to amend my way of speaking of the hanyou while in Rin’s presence, lest she foolishly come to believe I would be capable of despising my own children.

But those were thoughts for another day.

Realizing that he had accomplished what he had sought to achieve prior to physically claiming Rin as his own, Sesshoumaru realized in that moment that there was truly no logic in postponing things any further. At least there, in his mother’s castle, he would not have to worry about bothersome youkai attempting to prove themselves some kind of measurable threat in his distraction. He also would not have to worry about accidental interruption from youkai who were more annoying than threatening. Yes, there was truly no greater time than right that moment.

As the woman beside him made to stand, preparing to clear away their used cups of tea as she remained unaware of where his thoughts had taken him, it was with the quietest utterance of “Do not rise.” that the young woman immediately grew still, turning her head to glance in the Daiyoukai’s direction with her brow furrowed in confusion.

“Sesshoumaru-sama?”

Having risen to her knees, Rin sat back on her ankles again in that moment, gazing curiously at the man beside her. His tone had been gentle, not commanding, and in that moment, she found that the way he was looking at her was rekindling the fire in her belly.

“Rin…” he purred, the growing heat of his gaze confirming for her that he felt the same way, before he leaned forward to capture her lips in another, much more searing kiss.

She gasped at the intensity, or at least tried to, the man before her taking full advantage of the action to delve his tongue within the depths of her mouth. Fortunately, although Rin was innocent in body, she was not lacking in knowledge on the subject. While Kaede-sama had been a wonderful mentor, teaching her many things about medicines and various ceremonies, Kagome had also taught her many things about being a woman; things other than how to make tea and sit properly.

After getting over her initial surprise, Rin returned the passion of Sesshoumaru’s kiss full force, eliciting a sense of surprise in the Daiyoukai that time, before a deep rumble of approval sounded from within his chest. With any lingering shred of propriety completely dismissed, Sesshoumaru reached one hand up and behind Rin’s head, his fingers fisting gently in her hair as he held her in place, while wrapping his other arm around her back, pulling her closer until he no longer had to lean forward, sitting up straight once again as he pulled Rin fully into his lap. It was then that the girl’s own arms found themselves rising further and further to wrap up and around his neck, locking the two of them in place even more securely than before.

How long they remained like that, Rin had no idea, but when she felt her lord begin to gently, carefully, start tugging loose the tie around her waste, it wasn’t a sense of fear or apprehension that washed through her. Instead, the teenager decided to show her koibito just how ready she really was by assisting him with untying her obi. While a more rational Rin might have taken note of how improper it was for them to be doing such things in a washitsu room designating for serving tea, she had waited so long for this moment that once it dawned on her just what her lord had planned, protesting was the furthest thing from her mind.

Piece by piece, layer-by-layer, Rin’s clothing was removed, the girl having to relinquish her grip on Sesshoumaru’s neck in order to assist with untying her robes, as well as to remove her arms from her various sets of sleeves, though she never broke contact between their lips during the maneuver. It wasn’t until Rin remained dressed in nothing more than a thin white cotton kosode that Sesshoumaru hesitated for a moment, allowing the girl to once again wrap her arms around his neck, as the inu-youkai paused long enough in his work to realize he would have to remove his own clothing as well.

Or would he?

Feeling her delicate human hands remove themselves from behind his neck yet again, Sesshoumaru was amazed how Rin still managed to keep the contact of their kiss going as she then took her turn fumbling with the ties of his kimono. Fortunately, the Daiyoukai had already removed his amour prior to their private little tea ceremony, perhaps subconsciously with the hope of something more intimate than drinking tea taking place. Embracing Rin with his spiked breast and shoulder plates in place was unquestionably tricky, although the girl had previously always been perceptively cautious during those times, never before having allowed her mind to become as far gone as it clearly was in that moment. Besides, the metal was much too heavy for her to have had any hope in removing it herself.

Remaining still, aside from the passionate activity of attempting to reclaim domination over Rin’s delicate mouth, Sesshoumaru permitted the woman in his arms to undress him. Working first on the ties to his hakama, said woman was relentless in her work, as she frantically began tugging loose his various layers of upper clothing once the binding on his trousers was released. Chuckling into the kiss, Sesshoumaru distracted Rin for a moment as he ventured beyond the borders of her mouth, running his hot, wet tongue down one side of her throat and up the other.

She gasped again, tipping her head back to grant him better access as her hands grew still, her whole body arching as she unconsciously pressed her breasts against him. Rumbling approvingly deep in his chest, Sesshoumaru brought one hand to her breasts, palming the softness of her feminine form through the fabric of her last remaining robe. Scrambling for purchase as she desperately sought to stop herself from tumbling straight into oblivion, Rin’s hands renewed their frantic searching in that moment, finding their way within his loosened robes to be the first to come into contact with bare flesh.

Sesshoumaru would have gasped himself in that moment, were it not for the fact that to openly display such an emotionally driven response was beneath him. So somehow, he managed to keep his more physical responses inside as Rin’s delicate fingers began exploring every inch of his finely chiseled chest and perfectly sculpted abs. When she braved pinching a nipple, however, his response was to immediately shove his hand beneath her own final covering, skillfully tearing away her lightly wrapped chest binding from her person, until he too was palming naked flesh, his own fingertips teasing and pinching sensitive nipples.

With every last ounce of strength she possessed, Rin managed to raise her head, gazing passionately at her lord as he parted her loosened kosode. Licking his lips, the inu-youkai leaned forward then, capturing a perk nipple very carefully between his teeth, before sucking gently. Her hands moved from his chest and abs to his head, both sets of fingers clinching into fistfuls of silver hair as she held him to her breast as though he were a babe.

“Sesshoumaru…” she moaned in pleasure, and if he was aware of her neglect to add the suffix ‘sama’ to his name, he showed no protest as he only broke his contact with her right nipple to make claim of the left.

Squirming in pleasure as she was, it didn’t take Rin long to notice something hard poking at her from underneath, and despite her current state of mental distraction, it took her even less time to realize what it was. Removing her right hand from the back of Sesshoumaru’s head, she tightened her grip on his hair with her left hand even more, arching her back and basically shoving her breast into his mouth.

With one hand currently placed behind her back to support her arched position, and the other hand kneading and teasing the breast not presently being lavished by his tongue, Sesshoumaru was thoroughly distracted when Rin’s free hand began its stealthful approach. It was a good thing they weren’t currently out in the middle of the forest, if a simple human woman had managed to sneak up on him so easily.

Carefully making her way through the unfastened frontal flap of his hakama, which now sat loosely in his lap, as his entire kimono rested completely untied and ready to be stripped from his person at any moment, Rin found what she was looking for in a matter of seconds. In that moment, the mighty Sesshoumaru-sama, son of the great Inu no Taisho, gasped.

A squeak of surprise passed through Rin’s lips half a second later when she felt a sharp sting on her left breast, and it took them both a second to realize he had accidentally nicked her with his fangs. What could have become a humiliating moment for the Daiyoukai turned into a means for increased passion, however, when he pulled away in horror of his mistake only to find the girl in his grasp gazing up at him hungrily, arching her back even further in an attempt to reattain the warmth of his mouth as she simultaneously began stroking him down below.

He growled then, a genuine growl full of animalistic passion, as he abandoned any further attempt of masking his emotions in favor of lavishly lapping the few drops of blood that had beaded on Rin’s delicate, delicious flesh. She squeezed him tighter through his fundoshi, wishing to make her lord feel as much pleasure as possible, and in that moment he thought to return the favor as his left hand abandoned its work of her right breast to begin seeking her greatest spot of pleasure down below.

With her lower intimate wrapping meeting the same fate as her chest binding, it was in that moment that Rin found herself sitting nude in her lord’s lap, aside from the kosode that still hung loosely from her shoulders, the robe having fallen completely open by that point, displaying to her lord all she had to offer. He pulled away from her breast, then, wishing to observe her face as he traced the outer edges of her opening, before slowly, carefully, inserting a single finger into her body. Rin’s eyes opened wide, before drifting fully shut, her grip on his staff becoming so tight that it might have caused a human man pain, although the inu-youkai merely found himself admiring her strength, as he summoned forth every last ounce of willpower he possessed to not buck himself against her hand.

Slowly, and remaining ever conscientious of his claws, he began retracting his finger before pushing it back in once more. With his thumb he began applying gentle pressure to the little bundle of nerves that rested just above her opening, and as Rin became the one to lose control and move against his hand, Sesshoumaru found himself less inclined to worry about what she may think of him were he to do the same. While Sesshoumaru had mated before on rare occasion back in his youth, never could he recall having ever allowed a female to hold him so intimately, as he had merely entered his bitches and been done with it. Never before had he been with a human woman, a notion he’d found utterly disgusting until the day he’d realized what a beautiful young woman his Rin had truly become, and he seriously doubted he would ever be interested in another mortal after her. With those thoughts in mind, he planned on enjoying…he planned on savoring, every moment he was in Rin’s presence.

“Se…Sesshou…ma…maru-sa…sam a…” she gasped brokenly, her entire body beginning to shake and jerk in his arms as he continued to rub her swollen clit while carefully inserting a second finger into her opening, stretching her.

“Rin…” he replied, his tone husky and full of passion.

The sound of his voice was all she needed to push her over the edge, as blinding light exploded behind her closed eyelids, her face contorting in what could easily be mistaken for agony had he not intimately known better. Feeling her juices coat his fingers, he took advantage of her wetness to insert a third digit, preparing her for his size as best he could, while he carefully used his claws to tear through her virginal barrier before the pleasure of her release subsided, assuring that his entry of her would be as comfortable as possible.

Witnessing the girl in his arms come down from her high, as a sense of euphoria overtook her, her fingers releasing their iron-like grip of his staff as her entire body went limp in the afterglow of her climax, Sesshoumaru took advantage of her current state to shrug off his mokomoko-sama from his shoulder, before laying her gently down upon the soft fur, the flaps of her kosode spread out at her sides like angel wings. Standing up for the briefest of moments, gravity made quick work of removing his clothing the rest of the way, as his hakama fell to his ankles, enabling him to step out of them while simultaneously shrugging each of his robes off his shoulders in one fluid motion, so that from Rin’s perspective as she gazed up at him blurrily, he rose to his feet fully clothed, and then in the very next moment, he was nude, aside from his fundoshi.

Approaching where she lay, he lowered himself to his knees, reaching for where the tie to his fundoshi was tucked in within itself. Rin smiled genuinely at the sight of her lord removing his final covering, never before having seen a man naked, yet knowing what to expect from her talks with Kagome and some of the other village women. She was not scared, she was not even nervous. While she knew it might hurt slightly, she would gladly endure whatever she must in order to be with her lord as she had desired to be with him for the last two years.

Untying his final covering, Sesshoumaru discarded his fundoshi with the rest of their clothing, which rested in a haphazard pile beside the low table where they had earlier drank their tea. Pulling her arms close to her sides and out of the sleeves of her kosode, Rin rose into a sitting position fully nude with her arms outstretched in welcome as he moved to lower himself over her, her legs opening wide so that he could settle himself between them, though he made no move to actually enter her just yet. In the future, he may permit himself his base desire to take her from behind like an inu-bitch, but he knew it was important for human women to face their husbands, and so for their first time at least, he would take her like the human she was.

“Rin, are you ready for me?” he asked her in that moment, not wishing to proceed until he knew the girl below him was fully prepared, although it had been very pleasing to his nose that the scent of nervousness had never once mixed with the sweet aroma of her arousal.

“Hai, Koibito…” she whispered with love. “Rin is ready.”

Instead of feeling insulted that she would dare label him so familiarly, he felt something pang in his chest at her words, and unable to say anything further himself in that moment, he merely reached down to align himself with her entrance.

As he slowly pushed himself inside of her, Sesshoumaru watched Rin’s face for any trace of pain, and as she continued only to gaze up at him lovingly, the inu-youkai found in that moment that he would not be opposed to taking her in the human fashion again. For the girl lying below him, his intrusion was a welcomed one, and any trace of pain she might have felt was stubbornly ignored. Being with her lord made her immune to pain. Just the knowledge that he was concerned for her comfort was all she needed to feel nothing but bliss wash over her as she locked eyes with his own. It had been that way ever since the time he had asked her what had happened to her face, when she had received a beating for stealing a fish for him. She had felt a connection between them even then, when she had been too young to understand why she should have feared an injured youkai in the forest. Then, when he had restored her to life after having been attacked by wolves, nothing and no one could have convinced her that her lord was a monster. Yes, she knew he hated other humans. Yes, she knew he’d killed other humans without thought. But she was different, she was his Rin, and he was her lord, and nothing would ever change that.

Not even this…

As Sesshoumaru entered her fully, his hips resting flush against her own, he paused before proceeding as he allowed the feeling of being one with her to wash over him. Rin, his Rin, his only… Perhaps in another century or two he may breed with an inu-bitch to preserve the integrity of their bloodline, but he would never cherish another as he cherished the woman below him. She was so vulnerable, so loving… She was his Rin, his someone to protect.

Having become momentarily lost in thought, it caught the Daiyoukai off guard when the woman below him began raising her hips, attempting to encourage his movement. To be honest, although he would never permit such an emotion to show outwardly, Sesshoumaru was the one who was nervous. His past ruts had always been hard and fast, and he could so very easily injure Rin if he wasn’t careful. To go as slowly as her human body required would be torture for him, but it would be blissful torture.

“Rin…” he murmured then, the single word holding within it everything he knew he would never be able to say out loud, though he was grateful she had learned to read it in his eyes.

I love you, too… she thought, keeping her eyes locked on his own as he slowly began retracting his hips before pushing forward once more. She felt a mild burning, stinging sensation, but it was truly not as painful as some of the village women had led her to believe. Fortunately, thanks to her talks with Kagome, she knew better than to listen to what the other village women had had to say with regard to how a woman was supposed to merely lie there and permit her husband to take his pleasure. Maybe it was different for the wives of human males, although, the way Kagome had said things had made it sound as though it hadn’t merely been because her husband was demonic that she behaved the way she did. Regardless, Rin knew that in that moment, she shouldn’t merely lay there.

Permitting her pleasure to show, Rin began moaning in time with his movements, wrapping her arms around him as she attempted to rock herself against him in time with his thrusts. While there was still a mild feeling of discomfort from the sheer newness of the act, there was also an unmistakable sensation of pleasure she felt every time he pushed deeply within her, and the intensity of it made her want him to go even faster. She told him so in that moment, moaning the command as she dug her blunt human fingernails into his back, her legs rising to wrap around his buttock.

Feeling Rin wrap herself fully around him, opening herself up to him even more fully, Sesshoumaru silently obeyed her command, as he gradually increased the pace of his tempo, until finally, he was slamming himself inside of her as swiftly as he dared. Still, the pace was slower than he was used to, and should have been frustrating for him as he felt his release lingering just outside of his grasp. But as he gazed into Rin’s eyes in that moment, seeking his own release was suddenly the furthest thing from his mind as he felt immeasurable waves of pride wash over him at the realization of how much pleasure he was bringing her. Caring about somebody…anybody else before himself was a sensation that was as foreign to him as rutting with a human. Pushing himself up and away from her slightly with his left hand flat on the ground beside her head, Sesshoumaru gently encouraged her to release her grip of him with his right hand, as he took advantage of the slight space created between them to reach her bundle of nerves. He would bring her to a second completion before he sought his own.

Rin was unable to keep her eyes open as he began rubbing at her with gusto, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over her and completely masking any lingering traces of discomfort she might have felt. She would probably be sore later, but for now she was in heaven, and as she felt the telltale pressure of her pending release swiftly begin to gather itself from deep within her belly, she whispered for him not to stop. All at once it hit her, and she was unable to prevent the cry that left her lips without her permission, calling her lord’s name for the entire castle to hear.

The only emotion to run through Sesshoumaru as he heard Rin call his name was satisfaction, followed quickly by the ecstasy of her muscles gripping him even tighter than before, as she literally squeezed his own release free, milking him for all he was worth as his demonic seed rushed into her without objection to her mortal status, a low grunt that sounded suspiciously like her name tumbling from his throat before he permitted his left arm to collapse, lowering herself back on top of her until their bodies were resting fully flush against one another, the scent of their joining a sweet perfume to his sensitive nose.

He knew they needed to get up and get dressed, though he decided in that moment that to allow them both at least a couple of minutes to bask in the afterglow of their first joining would not hurt anything.

“Mmmm…” Rin moaned absentmindedly from her place beneath him, her fingers dancing in lazy circles against his sweaty back. “Rin will have to serve Sesshoumaru-sama her tea more often.” she murmured after a moment with a teasing edge to her voice.

Chuckling quietly, Sesshoumaru pushed himself up with both arms, allowing his softened member to slip free from her as he sought her eyes with his own.

“Yes…” he answered her, his voice less teasing and more promising. “You will.”






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Secondary Disclaimer:

The song Rin sings is “Castles In The Sky” by DJ Satomi, and not truly a made-up song as implied by Sesshoumaru’s thoughts. For the purposes of this story, as Rin would obviously have no knowledge of modern-day music, it was meant for disbelief to be suspended in regard to the song actually being of Rin’s own creation.