InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Satisfaction ❯ Satisfaction ( One-Shot )

[ D i s c l a i m e r ] nope

[ A u t h o r' s N o t e ] this fic is Sesshoumaru x Young Rin. It is severely messed up and wrong. It's the most morbid and weird thing I have ever written… so far. I would like to warn everyone that this contains… pedophilia…? I don't know. Enjoy!

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It is almost night. He lays awake, bare-chested and alone.

Her giggling fills the halls and reminds him of all the times he has felt her warm, vulnerable body pressed innocently against his. He is instantly aroused.

He growls in disgust. She is only eight. And yet he does this every time. He is lonely.

She bursts into the room, showing uninhibited enthusiasm at his presence. He bites his lip.

In a second she has climbed on his chest and is bouncing happily. He feels like he is going to burst.

She pretends to be a puppy and begins to lap at his neck, ear and shoulders, small hot tongue darting over heated flesh, fueling his arousal.

Tiring of this game, she crawls down his body, tiny hands unknowingly burning trails of fire onto his skin.

She stops at his stomach and rests her ear against it, giggling unrepentedly at the gurgling noises.

Propping herself up on her elbow, she begins to trace his muscles with a finger. His eyes widen in surprise and he barely stops himself from grinding into her.

He is throbbing now and finding it harder and harder to resist her inadvertent torture.

She shifts and discovers his erection. She wiggles and presses her bottom into it once again to make sure it's really there. Eyes shut tight; he grabs her hips and moves her away from him with desperate yet gentle movements.

He is embarrassed but she is naïve. She crawls back to him and, in her intrigue, runs a hand over her discovery experimentally.

He is tired of fighting and she is a fierce and reluctant foe. She does it again, pressing down harder and his resolution snaps.

His covers her hand with his and guides her small fingers that are still chubby with baby fat.

She is a quick learner and his hand abandons hers in favor of white, unsoiled sheets, which he fists over and over again to keep from meeting her hand.

She thinks it is a game and pumps faster eliciting small grunts from deep in her throat from her effort. His claws shred the sheets. She is determined to win.

He can't hold back anymore and allows himself to thrust upward into her hand just once. She giggles madly at this reaction. She is winning.

He comes in his pants and falls limp against her hand.

"Game over," she says with a pout, upset with losing.

He seeks to console her… and thank her and brings her small body to rest on his chest again.

He cradles her in strong arms and kisses her softly. She smiles widely, eyes lighting up at his rare show of affection.

Removing her from his bed, he tells her to go to sleep. Still smiling, she obeys and leaves.

He crosses his arms behind his head. He is thoroughly disgusted, but satisfied.