InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ chapter 13 ( Chapter 14 )

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When was the last time she had had such a peaceful sleep? The futon was a bit firmer than she remembered but warmer, the furs softer than she could recall. The only thing she could have gone without was the constant tickle of cool air on her neck. Groaning to show her agitation she tried to roll over only to find that she couldn’t move. Her eyes instantly flashed open, panic setting in for but a moment, for fear that she had been captured again, until she realized the position she was in. Sesshômaru, in his sleep, had draped an arm and leg around her, and tucked his face between her head and shoulder. She should have been embarrassed by the closeness but was actually rather happy that he had found comfort in her, although it was on a subconscious level. It was nice, being able to have him close like this. Would it be like this everyday if they mated? That would be nice. At this point it would be nice just being in his presence. Slowly drifting back into sleep,  the thoughts of food filtered in her dreams until she heard her stomach growl. Eyes snapping open, she frowned, mentally begging the thing to shut up. Oh, but it was tenacious, it gurgled and groaned loudly, as if mad at her for not feeding it for so long, and that wasn’t the worst part. Sesshômaru had stirred. Squeezing her eyes tight, while trying to be as still as possible, she silently prayed that he wouldn’t wake, but life was cruel.

He all but leapt away from her side, groaning from the sudden movement, his missing warmth leaving her cold and exposed to the cool air. She felt a bit disturbed by his reaction but couldn’t hold it against him. She, at one point, had rejected him; although it was accidental. God knows how he must have felt then. Sighing, she slowly rose, stretching slightly; her stomach once again cursing her for neglecting it.  “You’re hungry.” She could have rolled her eyes at that moment for his rather obvious statement and tell him, no shit Sherlock, but she opted for just nodding. Quite frankly, now that she was fully away, she was grumpy and a bit on edge so who knew what would come tumbling out her mouth.

“I’ll go hunt for food.” She looked at him then, wondering for just a second if he was serious, then berated herself. Of course he was serious, this was Sesshômaru for crying out loud, his funny bone wasn’t that big.  Even knowing all of this she still said, “You have got to be kidding. Sesshômaru, that groan I heard tells me you haven’t fully recovered.”

“This Sesshômaru is not a pup. I am more than capable of hunting, even with these insignificant injuries.” At that statement she paused. Why was she even arguing? The man was a demon after all and a powerful one. Why was she worried? Because you care, idiot. She frowned at her inner monologue. “You should cease your worrying.”

“Forgive me for caring,” she bit back. Her stomach decided to stop the potential argument, grumbling impatiently at the lack of attention even though it had been talking to her since she woke up. “Fine, but I’m coming with you.” It was a surprise when he didn’t argue but merely got up and walked off, stopping at the entrance as if asking her if she was still coming or not. Stifling a groan and biting her tongue she walked behind him.

It didn’t take long for them to spot a doe in the forest. A stretched out arm indicated for her to stop and stay put. She watched on from behind a moss covered log as he got into a low crouch beside a tree, his body tensing, preparing to spring forward for the potential chase. The doe in the distance seemed flustered, body coming to a stand still, her head rising as if sensing danger. She looked around as her ear flickered after a moment before bowing once more to graze when she saw no impending danger. That’s when he struck, his body moving in a blur of white. The doe didn’t know what hit her, one minute she was feasting and the next her throat was caught between the teeth of her unsuspected predator, her body trashing for a few moments before going limp.

He stood after a moment, dropping the carcass from his mouth. Partially transformed, his blood red eyes scanned the area instantly stopping on her. Anyone in their right mind would have been terrified at that moment but she was far from it. The kill was so clean and precise, and although he was no longer human looking he still looked damn good. Taut muscles rippled with every ragged breath, demonic marks standing out drastically against his pale flesh. The red dripping from his fangs just added to his overall beauty, if one could call him such without much offense. His blood red eyes seem to bore into her soul. She paused, face heating up from the sudden embarrassment. He had caught her ogling and to make it worse he was smirking. The heat in her face grew more and at that point she just wanted to hide, knowing that he more than likely knew that she was pining after him, if his smirk wasn't evidence enough. He slowly licked his lips, cleaning the remnants of the blood. She swallowed thickly as a small shiver ran threw her body at the sensual sight. Why oh why must he be so alluring? He gave her a smug look, making her regret ogling him in the first place.

“Oh get off your fucking high horse,” she barked, trying her best to hide her embarrassment, the grumbling of her stomach adding to said embarrassment. “We should get you fed before your stomach eats you.” She could only stare at him as he picked up the carcass with ease. Did mister fluffy make a joke? The world must be coming to an end.

After his little “joke” she was cautious. He seemed different somehow and she couldn’t put her finger on why. Her thoughts stopped when she poked her cooking meat, the soft texture indicating that it was done. With a small squeal and a happy dance she took the piece of meat from its makeshift oven before cautiously taking a bite. Though it could have used some salt, the overall taste didn’t matter since her stomach was now being filled and would stop cursing her for being empty.

With a satisfied sigh and a small smile, the thought of sleep weighed heavily on her mind until she look over at Sesshômaru. He was back in his corner, in zen mode as she would like to call it. What was wrong with him? One minute he’s jumpy then he cracks a joke and now he was all quiet again.

The silence seemed to just drag on as she sat there with him not moving and she left with her thoughts. The guilt of the whole situation was weighing on her mind and recalling what she had conversed with his mother she wondered if this was another sign of his madness. The silence finally got to her so she decided to make conversation. Come to think of it, he seemed fine so why hadn’t they left yet? “When are we leaving?” she questioned, hoping to start that conversation she thought of. Of course he didn’t reply, still remaining in his zen mode. “I won’t stop asking till you answer,” she continued, believing that at some point he would start to get irritated. After repeatedly asking, however, she quickly found out that he could ignore her forever without batting an eye. Finally fed up and still feeling terrible from her earlier guilt she blurted, “I’m sorry.” He opened his eyes then, giving her a frown. “Why do you apologize?”

“Because stupid…” His frown got deeper at that. “Because,” she sighed, “because if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t be like this.” Her stupid emotions were flaring up again and it took so much to hold back her tears. “There is no need for tears.” Her throat felt tight, as if it could close up at any minute. “I was just concerned,” she forced, miffed that he was being so numb to the whole situation.  “You need not concern yourself for this Sesshômaru.”

At that the damn broke, the tears pooling out of her eyes, down her cheeks. “And why is that?!”

“Wait,” she interrupted before he could speak, “Don’t tell me. Let me haggard a guess. This Sesshômaru is a great demon lord who doesn’t feel because THIS Sesshômaru believes that emotions make a man weak,” she rambled, giving her best Sesshomaru impression. She scuffed, vision blurring as she continued. “Christ Sesshômaru, I watched you go on a rampage and hurt yourself. You were laying in my arms looking as if you were on the brink of death.” The tears, pattered onto her yukata, her fists balling up in the material.  Why was this happening? Didn’t he know that she cared, cared to the point that it hurt? It hurt to be with him, to be so close yet so far from him, while others like Shizuka had the opportunity to see him relaxed and unguarded, and yet it hurt to be without him because she would never get the opportunity to feel is touch which took all her fear of men away. Why couldn’t he realize that? Why else would she have attempted something so drastic back at the hot springs? “I wanna be your mate Sesshômaru, I-” Her voice cracked. She gritted her teeth in frustration, angry with herself for saying that, angry with him for hiding, pushing her away but at the same time it was her fault. “Some part of me deep down knew that I wanted to be with you but I was...am broken.” The last part was a whisper, but she knew he heard it. She looked up when he touched her chin, guiding her face to look into his eyes, which she refused to look in. “It seems as if I always make you cry,” he whispered, gently wiping away any escaped tears. “You are not broken, merely hurt. It was due to this Sesshômaru’s negligence that you were taken from me.”

“Don’t try to one up me sir,” she mumbled jokingly, feeling a bit relieved after the confession. He released her then. “I do not know how to handle so many emotions at once.” He continued after a brief moment of silence, the serious air returning once more. She sniffled, “Imagine us humans. We have to deal with them constantly. At least you guys know how to stop them.” He shook his head. “No we do not. We demons feel just as many, possibly stronger emotions than humans. We just know how to control ourselves better.” She looked in his eyes, the sadness swimming within them prevalent. He hesitated before continuing. “Anastasia, it hurts.”

“Where?” she asked, at bit panicked by the sudden change. “Everywhere,” he sighed. “It is not an easy task trying to constantly fight ones demon. Having it constantly bombard your mind, pushing past it's mental restraints in hopes of getting what it desired. It takes a toll after a while.” The revelation stunned her, the urge to cry overpowering her once again. He was hurting more than she was which was a frightening revelation. Pulling him as close to her as possible she promised herself that she would heal his troubled heart for it hurt too much to see him like this.  

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Heavy eyelids slowly opened, her vision focusing on the figure beside her, his face almost innocent like (emphasis on the almost). They must have fallen asleep without realizing it. She smiled softly, admiring his features a bit longer until he opened his eyes. “Good morning,” he greeted, voice husky and laced with sleep. “I hope I didn’t wake you.”

“No, I should have been up.” She frowned at him. “You know, you don’t have to get up early. You need to rest and recover.” He smiled softly. “That was actually the best night sleep that I have had in a long time.”

“Really?” she asked, surprised. He nodded. “What changed?” she inquired suddenly after a moment's thought, the need to know what was going on with him lately nagging at the front of her brain. He gave her a questioning look, regarding her for a moment before answering, “It seems as if being near you is more beneficial than being separated from you, which was foolish of me.” She looked at him confused, not fully understanding his answer. “More than likely it was my mother who told you about my situation and the role you play in it?” She nodded slowly, wondering where all this was leading to. “My demon has chosen you, something that cannot change.”

“But what about you? Do you want this?” she asked, unintentionally interrupting him. “You are assuming that my demon half is an entity of its own.” She nodded in response. “To some degree you are correct but that demon is me, my true form. So in saying that my demon chose you is saying that this Sesshômaru chose you. Although, it was more on a subconscious level.”

“Your instincts?” He nodded. “Ah,” she sounded in understanding. “But after you got taken and you were hurt I blamed myself. You are human and humans are fragile. I didn’t want to put you in danger, my demon’s first reaction was to kill you.”

“Oh,” she mouthed, not sure how she felt about that revelation. “However, this Sesshômaru convinced it that I wanted to be close to you to protect you.” He chuckled then, “He calmed some but was then determined to forcibly mate you, especially when you were on your cycle. I couldn’t keep holding back myself so  I tried to distance myself from you in hopes to possibly thwart my demons attempts in mating with you.”

“That didn’t go well,” she remarked, solemnly. “Indeed.” He paused before continuing. “After the recent chain of events, the most prevalent one being your ability to calm my demonic nature, it occured to this Sesshômaru that I was fighting a losing battle. Which lead me to my first answer.” She laid there, taking in all the information like a dry sponge absorbing water. She just couldn’t believe it all. “Besides, your persistent worrying and deep care for this Sesshômaru,” he looked her up and down then smirked before continuing, “along with the fact that you also want to be my mate and not use me for simple pleasure, solidified my decision. I will have you.” The memory of her at the hot springs flashing through her mind made her face heat up. “But you hardly know me,” she whispered, looking away. “There is a courting period that normally takes place before mating occurs, if you wish to indulge we can.” This was so much so fast. Was this really happening? Was it that easy for them? A simple courting and then they get mated? What about oppositions? She was a human after all and he was a demon lord.  But his demon chose her, something that was out of their control, so... “Anastasia?” His call pulled her out of her revier. “Sorry, is it that simple?”

“If circumstances were better, I would have merely told you and asked. Be as it may, I am asking now.” She smiled at his forward demeanor, shaking her head at how quickly he had returned to being..well his normal self. “So when are we heading back to the castle?” He hummed before responding, “Seeing that my mother was so gracious in lending us the summer cottage, I believe we should respect her wishes. Don’t you?” She chuckled at his sarcasm, more than likely he was not in the mood to be back at the castle, let alone be around his mother. “I would love that,” she replied with a smile. It was nice to see that he had reverted to his normal self, to some degree of the term. It would be interesting to see behind the cold exterior. To find out what really made him tick, something that no one except a very select few would know and she was more than happy to be a part of the tiny group.

 

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“So how does this work?” He looked at her with a raised brow. They had been walking alongside the river, taking in the scenery after they had lunch, which would be a little over half an hour now. They both agreed that they should start courting immediately but she didn’t really know what to do or say. “Normal demon courting usually includes the male or dominant partner showing off his or her skills in combat and hunting to show that they can provide and protect. Wealth can also be flaunted if one chooses to, but that normally involves politics, something I detest but unfortunately am centered around. But as we both know you are human so I would assume that things are different?” Ana frowned at that. All her life she had been afraid of men, not wanting to be around them, near then and sometimes not even look at them, so naturally she knew nothing about dating or courting. “To be honest I don’t know.” They stopped, him contemplating the situation.“It’s not your fault.” Damn it, why was she such an open book around him? “I am also unfamiliar with human practices in this area. We shall figure this out.”  They continued along the stream until they reached a spot where the overgrown trees created a place to sit and relax under its shade.

“I notice you really like being outside.” He looked at her, a smile on his lips. “I prefer this to being in the castle. Demons don’t do well in cages.”

“You mean dogs don’t like to be caged?” She grinned at her reference but he merely stared, seemingly  not amused. “I have noticed that you,  Ana, enjoy finding ways to, as Inuyasha would put it, nag me. I have him to do that.”

“Yes, but you like me.” He smirked then, looking her up and down. “Indeed.” She could have sworn that his voice had dropped an octave lower. Heat pooled in her cheeks, her head turning away from him so he couldn’t see her face. She could feel his eyes on her, which made the heat build up even more. She knew what he was doing. “Stop that,” she demanded after a while, the  blush she was sprouting taking its toll. “Stop what?” he asked as innocently as he could muster. “You know what you’re doing. Stop it.”

“I have-”

“Can I ask you a question?” she asked suddenly, trying to change the subject. “Sure,” he nodded. “Why are you and Inuyasha so hot tempered?” He frowned at her question. “This Sesshômaru, is not ‘hot tempered’.” She could have sworn she saw him turn up his nose at the word.  “I prefer the term belligerent.” She chuckled, “You know that’s just a fancier term for the word right?”

“I am well aware.”

“So you are hot tempered!”she exclaimed excitedly. He gave her a blank stare, indicating that he was not amused by her antics. “Oh come on, lighten up. We both know that I’m right.” He got up from off his tree branch, walking away from where she stood, back in the direction of the cottage. Oh, oh she had made him mad. “Are you coming?” he called when she hadn’t moved. She jogged up beside him, grumbling incoherently at the fact that he had left her. “Fine, so what was your favorite thing to do as a kid?” It was the first thing that had popped in her head. Not the most ideal, but she really couldn’t have thought of anything else to ask. He gave her a look, as if asking her ‘really?’ “What?” she mouthed, shrugging. “I engaged heavily in sword fighting and combat.” She gave him surprised yet terrified look. What was wrong with these people? “It is quite normal, given my status.”

“Basically you had no childhood.”

“Think what you may, I rather enjoyed it. It was one of the times I could enjoy being with my father.” The way he said the word father, filled with both regret and bitterness, didn't sit well with her. His features glossed over like a child who had stood by helplessly, watching his father go to war and never return. “What happened?” she asked, not sure if she really wanted to know but at the same time she did. “You don‘t have to tell me if you don’t want to,” she interjected  quickly. He shifted uncomfortably, tensing before sighing. “It’s not something that this Sesshômaru enjoys telling but since you asked.” She didn’t think that she’d basically hit the nail on the head. No wonder he and Inuyasha were so tense with each other. Both had lost a father but one had a closer relationship and to see him walk to his death, now that was depressing. That, however, did not justify what he had done to Inuyasha, but from what she had seen he was making amends in his own way.

By the time he had finished they were back at the cottage. The atmosphere was a bit glum and she felt as if there was nothing she could say that would have made it better, so she went the cliche route. “I’m sorry.” He looked at her, “There is no need to apologize. It happened 150 years ago.” The surprise on her face, made him chuckle. “How old are you?!” she squeaked. “Do you really want to know?”

“I mean, I  don’t think my mom would be too happy with me dating an old man.” He frowned at her statement. “In demon society, I am, as humans put it, a young man. Inuyasha is a mere teenager who had to grow up too quickly.” He seemed to sag at the unintentional confession. Understanding that  all of this was a touchy subject for him, she thought it would be better to change the direction of the conversation. “I won’t pry into that anymore. How about we talk about something else. Why don’t you ask me something?” He thought for a moment. “What is your fondest memory?”

“Hmm, I would say stargazing with my mother.” The thought of her mother made her frown. “You miss her don’t you?” She nodded sadly. So much for making him feel better, now she felt terrible. He carefully wrapped his arms around her, “Why don’t we go inside and get some sleep.”

“So much for this courting stuff huh, I’m just making it worse.” He pulled her close to his chest, gently tugging one of her braids. “We both have a troubled past. But now we have each other, let’s find comfort in that.” She nodded, feeling a bit better, although her heart longed to see her mother again, but now she could have somewhere she could call home.

 

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It had been a few days now that they had been at this courting business. It was great, finding different ways to irritate him and being able to get him to smile. There was no more talk about negative stuff from the past and she had persuaded him into teaching her some survival skills he had been taught when he was younger, and today they would fish.

Ana, currently thigh deep in the cold river with a  makeshift spare in hand, concentrated as hard as she could to catch a fish. It was much harder than it actually was, even though lord perfect caught four in one swoop. Them little suckers could not keep still so she could nick ‘em. After a few patient minutes she got her chance. One seemed to be still, or as still as a fish can be, munching on a small fish it had caught. Sloshing as silently as possibly through the water she aimed carefully, squinting in firm concentration before throwing her spare. Her aim was, in short, terrible and she slipped on a rock, splashing into the freezing water. She burst through the water, sputtering uncontrollably while wiping water from her face. A chuckled caught her attention and she frowned at the outstretched had. “Need help?” She took the had, the plan to pull him in with her but when she tugged he didn’t budge. He pulled her to his chest, his face tucking in the crook of her neck inhaling her scent making her shiver at the closeness.

Everything was fine until she coughed, the sound vibrating in her chest causing pain to shoot through her body and her breathing turned shallow. She felt him tense, “We need to get you warmed up. Last time you were like this you almost died and I will not have that on my watch.” She nodded dumbly, allowing him to lift her and take her back to the cottage.

She sat snuggly in his lap, his body heat along with the fire warming her up, his fur covering them both. “What is this illness that ails you?” Cautiously, she turned in his lap so she could face him. “Ah, in my time they call it asthma. It’s, unfortunately incurable and without my medication I have to be very careful.” He gently cupped her cheek, “I do not like that smell.” She frowned at him, “What smell?”

“That illness, when it befalls you I can smell it. It impedes your natural scent that I prefer to smell.”  Blood instantly rushed to her face, suddenly making the room a tad too warm, making the urge to hide grow. However, before she could, he pulled her towards him until their lips connected. The kiss was tender and chaste, her eyes opening after a moment to stare into his. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she saw the blush that had covered his face. God, he was adorable and a large part of her wanted more. He opened his mouth, ready to say something but she stopped him with a kiss, this one more passionate than the first. They pulled apart after a moment, breath momentarily ragged from lack of air.  She nodded at the questioning look in his eyes, that look that asked for more but also asked if she was okay with this.

Without a second thought he lifted them both up, taking them to the bedroom. This was happening.  This was really happening. The thought, along with their last kiss left her lightheaded. She barely had any time to fully process the feelings of excitement and nervousness before his lips were pressed back into hers. Fingers found their way into his hair as she pulled him closer to her, wanting to be pressed as close to him as possible.  They pulled apart after a moment, her lips tingling, their breaths ragged. She couldn’t help but chuckle when she noticed the blush he had sprouted earlier had reached his ears, leaving him flushed. Gods be damned, he was so hot. The lustful look in his eyes spoke volumes and she nodded to the unanswered question.

He crawled over her as she lay back onto the futon, his hair flowing around them. Air hitched in her throat as he began to peel off her yukata, the pads off his fingers gently caressing every inch of exposed skin as he went along. The cool air mixed with the electric buzz of his touch left goosebumps on her skin, making her shiver. She watched as he pulled back, opening the yukata completely,  leaving her completely exposed to his watchful eyes. He paused, eyes staring at one spot on her body. Following his line of sight, she flinched, embarrassment and shame overpowering her when she remembered the scars that marred her flesh. He must have found her disgusting, it would explain why he was staring. “You are beautiful, even with the scars,” he commented caressing her jagged skin, as if reading her mind. “I will show you.” Heat filled her face at his words of acceptance. What had she done to deserve him? All thoughts flew out the window when he captured a nipple in his mouth, the feel of his rough tongue drawing out a soft moan. His hand slowly wandered down her body, caressing her sides and stomach down to her hips. She didn't know she was unconsciously moving them until his hand stopped her movements. “Impatient aren’t you,” he murmured, tongue encircling her hardened nipple. She hissed at the contact, her nipple sensitive from the constant stimulation.  

A shot of pleasure pulled her attention, a groan bubbling at the back of her throat when his fingers brushed against her womanhood. She gasped when he rubbed her nob,  heart thumping suddenly with excitement at the touch. That. That was what she wanted. “Please,” she begged pushing her hips forward so that he would touch her there again.  “Please?” he asked, lips rubbing lightly between her breasts, eyes glinting with mischief. Oh God why was he doing this? “Touch me more. Please!” she begged loudly, the heat pooling around her lower belly.  She couldn’t help but moan her pleasure as he encircled, rubbed and probbed her swollen nob. Shallow breaths rang in the air, eyes squeezing shut as she concentrated on the pleasure that hummed through her veins.

Sweat trickled down her face as the heat within her grew. It was not enough, she  needed more. “More,” she pleaded, his touch no longer as effective as it once were, her womanhood pouring, begging for something else. “So wet,” he cooed, fingers leaving the nob to rub against her wet folds. She whimpered as his fingers slipped into her, the slight pressure egging on her imminent release. Her hips bucked forward when his palm pushed against her pink pearl , his fingers slowly pumping inside her. “So greedy,” he purred, his tongue swirling around before dipping into her navel. “Sessh-” she moaned, Teeth gritting as her head fell back from the sensation. She was so close.

Her head felt light and clouded, the beat of her heart loud and clear in her ears. So close. The heat in her lower belly grew, concentrating in one spot where his fingers caressed and palm touched. Pleasure burst through her body, fingers and toes curling into the futon as she gasped out his name. Transfixed and feeling a bit heavy, she tried to catch her breath to gain back her strength until something hot and hard pushed against her. She tried to move, to push away from the hard heat  but a hand grabbed her waist to keep her still. Just as she was about to scream another hand clamped over her tiny mouth, stopping the sound from bursting into the air. Unable to move she stared wide-eyed as the pain grew. She was helpless again. Unshed tears blurred her vision before running down her chubby cheeks. When will it end? Why was this happening? She’s been good, had listened to her daddy and been respectful. So why was this happening again? She closed her eyes, when he called her name, squeezing them tight as if doing so would block the sound out. “Ana.” The voice was closer, clearer. “Ana?” It sounded a bit panicked, concerned even. “Ana, please.” Someone was shaking her, but why? “Ana!” She gasped, eyes flashing open to meet pale flesh.

“Sesshomaru?” she asked confused, unsure of what had just transpired. “Ssh, it’s okay, you are safe,” he soothed as he gently rubbed her arm, pulling her closer when she trembled. “I’m sorry, I-” she choked, tears blurring her vision once more.  “Stop it,” he reprimanded, “This isn’t your fault.” She sniffled, tears rolling down her face. “I know, I know but I thought I was over it. That the memory wouldn’t hurt me anymore.”

“It can’t. I won’t let it. We do not have to do anything until you are ready.” She sighed, closing her eyes, allowing the memory to fade as she drew comfort from his soothing touch. As she sat there, face tucked under his chin, she couldn’t help but wonder when the memory would stop haunting her. Feeling numb from being cradled in his lap she shifted, feeling something hard against her outer thigh. He hissed, his body tensing from the sudden touch. He was restraining himself for her sake, the realization dawning on her when he growled softly, tightening his hold.

He wouldn’t hurt her like that man did, that she knew for sure, especially after hearing Shizuka’s recovery story. She at one point had even believed that he could make her forget. Make her forget! That’s it! “Make me forget,” she whispered, pulling away from him to look in his eyes. He closed his eyes, a rebuttal to her statement on his lips but she intercepted it, “Make me forget.” This time it was firm, demanding, she knew he could. When he didn’t move, she straddled him, putting her hand between her thighs, intending to put his cock inside her if she had to. He grabbed her arm.“Ana-”

“You won’t hurt me, make me forget,” she begged once more. He growled softly, pushing her onto the futon. “I will make you forget.,” he proclaimed, settling between her thighs, his eyes shimmering with determination. He crawled back a bit, opening her legs wider before dipping his head between them. She gasped at the feel of his tongue, fingers instantly tangling themselves in his hair as he lapped at her folds. She didn’t think that she would be sensitive after the episode she just had, but the way his tongue flickered over her tiny bud sent sparks of heated pleasure through her body. Even though that was the case she found herself pulling his hair, silently begging him for more. Her hips pushed forward when his tongue breached her, wiggling when he sucked on her knob. It almost felt as if her body was moving on its own with the way her hips gyrated and her hand caressed her own body, twisting and pinching her nipples as he pleasured her with his mouth, but it felt amazing.

She moaned out her completion, dribble dripping from the corner of her mouth while she poured herself out for him and moaned out his name. Before she could fully collect herself his length was pressed up against her. Hissing from the sudden pain, her first reaction was to push away from it. “You need to calm yourself and breath.” She looked down her body at him, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he rubbed his cock between her folds. She nodded, body trembling in fear and delight. He leaned over, capturing her lips  as he pushed one of her legs up. She gritted her teeth, fingers curling in his loose hair strands as he tried once again to push into her. She whimpered when his hips snapped forward, filling her completely. It was a lot more pressure than she could have imagined and she felt a bit numb but it didn’t hurt as much as she had thought. “I’m going to move now, alright?” She nodded, biting her lips in anticipation for pain. “Fuck,” he grunted softly as he moved, slowly pushing back in.

A tingling sensation zapped up her spine at the movement, back arching slightly as her body twitched. What was that? It happened again, the tingling shooting to her toes. She moaned, wrapping her hands around his body. He continued at that slow pace, pulling moans from her withering body, groaning and panting above her as he moved effortlessly within her. “Faster,” she begged after a while, the slow pace not enough to bring her to that blissful place she longed to go. When he didn’t comply she dug her nails into his back, intedning to get her point across, but he retorted, thrusting hard within her. She gasped, the thrust hitting something within her that had her spine tingling again. “Sessh, please,” she begged wanting to find release. “It’s okay Ana, let go.” How could she when he was going so slow? She concentrated on the pleasure, his husky moans, the way his cock would hit that place within her from time to time, the slick sound of sex as it rang in the air, their sweaty bodies gliding effortlessly over one another.

 

It wasn’t long before the slow growing heat reached its peak, her breath coming out in shallow pants as he sped up just a little. “Fuck. Sesshômaru” she moaned out loudly as she orgasmed, back arching, legs shaking. White and black dots danced behind her eyelids as his thrusts sped up, his movements in her sensitive orifice sending zaps through her body. The feeling began to become painful after a moment as she clung to him, no longer moaning but groaning from the pain. Just as she was about to cry out he moaned, body stilling before thrusting a few more times within her. He gently pulled out of her before pulling her onto his chest as he laid back onto the futon. “Are you alright?” he asked, gently  rubbing her arms. She nodded her response, sighing as she snuggled into him. If she had known having sex with him would have been so amazing she would have done so sooner, although she could do without that borderline painful feeling when he continued after her orgasm. Maybe it was because she was not accustomed to it, it had all happened so long ago? She was about to ask him when she noticed that his breath had evened out. He was asleep! She would have smacked him if she hadn’t felt something trickle down her thigh. She cringed at the sight, panic flaring as her blood mixed with the man’s semen trickled down her chubby thighs. She turned to find a cloth of some kind to wipe the filth from her skin when something tugged at her wrist. He was grabbing her, could he not see that she was bleeding? How could he pin her when she was hurt? She just wanted to get away, why wouldn’t he let her? She tugged, knowing he would not let her leave but trying anyway. Her wrists slipped free, the silky smooth texture feeling like balm on her burning little body. She inspected the material, its texture and feel like hair, but so much softer than she had ever felt before. No, that wasn’t right, she had enjoyed that texture before, had clawed into it in a desperation that her younger self could not have imagined, but this was so much different from her past experiences. That’s when realization dawned on her as she looked around once more. She was not in her old room, not being pinned down by that man, not lying on her soft down blanked but on Sesshômaru’s- Oh. My. God.