InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Taming the unruly ❯ chapter 14 ( Chapter 15 )

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

  Welcome back everyone! I hope you’re ready for the first chapter of the new year. I know I am. Sorry it’s been so long but you know great things take time :). Anywho, I have a Disclaimer: there is a sex scene and lots of emotions, so you have been forewarned. Oh, before you leave please leave a review, follow or fav this piece so I know that I’m cooking up a good piece.

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His hair was everywhere. Silky strands caressed her exposed skin, some sticking to her flesh. She was basically trapped in his hair, even worse, it was not just on her body but also between her thighs, her fluids and his semen drying in the strands. She shivered as she pulled a strand from between her legs, the feel of it as it dragged across her scarred skin making her twitch in disgust. It wasn’t like she hated it, on the contrary she found his hair to be beautiful, even kind of envied how he was able able to manage it; but being tangled in it after having sex, now that was a different story. She needed a bath and wanted one desperately. It took her a moment to figure out if she wanted to wake the bastard so they could clean up together or just get clean herself in the river, but the longer she sat there, the feeling of their dried fluids on her thighs, the ghost like sensation of his hair on her skin, the more uncomfortable she got until she made the decision to just go on her own. Fuck him and his silky never out of place hair. She needed to clean herself off and now.

Getting up was a bad idea. The moment she pushed herself to her feet her legs crumbled beneath her, sending her back to the futon. She groaned at the impact, rubbing her sore ass. “Are you alright?,” his confused voice asked. Frowning, she turned to look at him, “No, I feel gross.” His brow rose in question, “Gross?”

“Yes, Sesshômaru, gross,” she repeated emphasising the word.“You think having sex with me is gross?,” he asked a bit taken aback. “What? No, no, no, Sesshômaru. I think the aftermath is. Having sex with you is great,” she paused, turning away from him before continuing, “And I’d be more than happy to do it again.” She was happy he couldn’t see her face because she could have sworn that she would combust with how hot she was feeling right now. She yelped when he picked her up, startled by his action. “What are you doing?” Were they going to have sex again? She wrinkled her nose, being in his arms brought her face way too close to the mess between her legs and  if she could smell it, it had to be reeking for him. How could he want to have sex with her like that? “You did say you were feeling gross. Did you not? Although, I prefer my scent all over you,” he mused, sniffing her. “That’s disgusting!” The repulsed whine was out of her mouth before she could even think about it, pushing his face away. Being covered in his fluids was not something she desired. She realized her mistake when he frowned. “Is this a dog demon’s equivalent to a dog peeing on its property?,” she asked, no less appalled by the idea, even if it was part of his culture. “You are not property and no. It is a bit difficult to explain.”

“Well try.” She hadn’t realized they had left the cottage until he set her down, her feet touching the cool grass. She looked around, multicoloured rocks surrounding a hot spring with a boulder on the farthest end. They were still in the forest, she observed, the large trees shielding them from the late afternoon sun, but they were nowhere near the cottage. How had he done  that? The sloshing of water drew her back to reality. He beckoned her to him and she obeyed, loving the feel of the hot water warming her from the cool spring air. She sat between his thighs, leaning back as her body relaxed. “In common demon mating,” he began, pooling water in his hand before pouring it over her exposed chest, “mates mark each other with bites.” She nodded when he gingerly traced the junction between her neck and shoulder indicating the usual place for the exchange, her unspoken question answered. “When they do,” he continued as he resumed pouring water over her, gently washing her abdomen as the water ran down her body, “some of their demonic energy is transferred to the other leaving them with a mark and a change in scent. Anyone who smells them will be able to tell who their partner is. Since you are human I do not believe that this will work with you.”

“Why not?” He chuckled, “For one, you do not have demonic energy to transfer and your teeth are not sharp enough to pierce my skin.” He gently pushed her forward so that he could wash her back, his fingers gently kneading the sore muscles.“So why can’t you just bite me? Problem solved,” she shrugged. His hands halted for but a moment as he sighed, “I must admit I have thought of that, but it would be an incomplete ritual which would lead to nothing but a show of property not a mating bond.”

“Oh,” she murmured, sitting back after he was done with her back, sagging a bit further into the water. It seemed as if her being a human was making everything complicated. “Don’t worry, we will have the regular ceremony preceding the bite and if you wish we can also join the human way.” He wrapped his arms around her pulling her closer to him, kissing her cheek. “Please, forgive this Sesshômaru. Following tradition we should have had the ceremony before being intimate, I should have informed you about this. This Sesshômaru should have had more discipline, but could not resist you any longer. That was callous on my part.” She sighed, her cheeks heating up at the admission, “It’s fine. It’s fine. I get it, I couldn’t resist either and where I come from it is common to not wait, but that still does not solve our problem, how will you scent me?”

“Hmm, our joining will be spread far and wide. Everyone will know that you are mated to me. and…”

“And?,” she questioned after he had been silent for a moment. His hand slowly caressed her arm, cupping her breast when it had reached the firm mound of flesh. She moaned softly, body tingling in delight at his touch. His other hand trailed down her abdomen into the water and between her thighs. “And?” she questioned once again, breathless and in anticipation for what was to come. His fingers found their mark, slowly encircling her pink pearl while the other twisted her hardened nipple. Oh, shit. She bit her bottom lip, head rolling from side to side as her mind flooded with lust. “Sesshômaru,” she moaned out, want in her voice. How could he have turned the situation into something like this? “Oh, God,” she moaned when his fingers breached her.

The scalding water combined with the heat slowly growing in her core made her dizzy. She groaned when he pulled out his fingers, a bit miffed at the fact that he hadn’t made her cum. Before she could voice her irritation he lifted her from their seat, bending her over the edge of the spring. He eased into her, a gasp escaping her lips as her fingers dug into the rocks around her as best as she could. The cold from the air and stone beneath her palm, along with the heat from the water and his body were playing games on her mind. They sent chills up her spine but also made her shiver in delight. The sensation both confused and aroused her, leaving her panting heated breaths. Her knees buckled after a moment, a hand wrapping around her as his body leaned over hers, shielding her from the chill she had come to enjoy.

The sloshing of water and slapping of skin against skin could be heard loudly in the almost silent forest, her moans a testament to the pleasure she was receiving. After they had found their completion he pulled out of her, pulling her back into the waters with him. When she had gathered her breath she pulled away from him, intending to clean herself on her own before he tried something again, which she didn’t mind but after she was clean. She flinched when she saw him washing out his hair, remembering the aftermath from earlier that day. “We should braid your hair when we have sex,” she commented, walking towards him. She poured water over his hair, gently scrubbing the areas that still had dried semen on it. He gave her a confused look. “I don’t think you’d like washing our fluids out of your hair.” He hummed in agreement to her explanation as she washed his chest, her hands moving slowly over his bare skin, mesmerized by how his pale skin was in contrast to her own. “I believe that can be arranged,” he replied, drawing her out of her reverie. She chuckled at the image of him with his hair braided. That would be interesting.

After their bath, it had taken them a while to dry and braid his hair. “Sesshômaru?” she mused out loud as she neared the end of the long braid. “Hmmm,” he responded. “Why is your hair so long?”

“It’s tradition.”  Her brow raised in confusion.“Tradition?” He nodded his response. “We in the royal Inu family find it to be a thing of power and beauty.”

“Oh,” she sounded out, “So, you’ll never cut it?” She asked curiously. “I haven’t thought to do so. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no real reason. Just wanted to know.” She hummed in triumph as she wrapped some of his strands around the end of the braid so that it wouldn’t come undone. “Complete,” she nodded, smiling at her handywork. He gently ran his fingers over the braid, nodding his approval at her work. He turned to her then, a devilish smirk on his lips. Air hitched in the back of her throat when she saw his smirk, a shudder running through her body in anticipation. “Why don’t we test it out?,” he smiled slowly crawling towards her like the predator he was until their lips met.

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The past couple of days were filled with pleasure and sore thighs but Ana was not complaining. Braiding his hair had been the best idea ever, no more getting tangled, and even better no visions of her being bound and held against her will anymore. She had been right, he was able to lift her fear, the more sex they had the freer she felt, however once she had become accustomed to her body’s reactions and his, she couldn’t help but wonder if it was as amazing for him as it was for her. She knew he had experience, Kagura had made sure that she knew, and she knew that she most likely wasn’t able to satisfy him because of that just yet. She would learn, she did not worry about that. Maybe with experience she would even get used to his fluids flowing out of her every time they had sex?

She gasped at the thought. Ana, how could you be so stupid? Her hand instantly went to her stomach. Of course there weren’t any condoms in this time period and the risk of her getting pregnant was basically 100%. Mix that with the fact that they have been fucking for three days now... She groaned at the thought, the idea of a baby when she was barely twenty-one not sitting well with her. It was more than obvious that she would have to bear him a child or two but she was so young and according to him so was he. She groaned again, biting her lips as she tried to figure out the best way to approach him with this information. “You are worrying.” She looked up when he walked into the room, raw and cooked fish in hand. She took the cooked fish with a thanks, sighing at her jumbled thoughts. Would he think she was selfish if she said she didn’t want children right away? He didn’t seem like the type to want children of his own right now, he already had Rin to take care of, after all. What would she do if she found out she was pregnant? Was she ready for a child? She knew the answer, no, no she wasn't ready for a child. Not when she wanted, no needed to make sure that she, herself was mentally prepared. No doubt that Sesshômaru would protect her and the baby and she was more than sure his mother would be ecstatic, but- “Ana?”

“Hmm,” she responded, coming back to reality. “Is something the matter?” She frowned, not really knowing how to answer his question. “What would you do if I got pregnant?” He gave her a blank look. “Is that what you were worried about?” There he went again, acting as if something like this wasn’t a big deal. “Seriously?” she squeaked angrily. “Cease your antics Ana,” he commanded. She glared at him not liking the tone he’d just used with her. “Fuck no! This isn’t something you just take lightly, especially when you’re not the one getting pregnant. God, you and your mother always do that!” Uncontrolled emotions bombarded her, the turmoil in her head borderlining histeria. This was not something she was prepared for, not something she even wanted to think about but he was acting as if it was a situation he could just brush off without much thought.

“Are you done now?,” he replied blankly. She scowled in his direction, annoyed with the fact that he seemed unaffected by it all while she was having an internal meltdown. “Come here,” he beckoned. Looking at his hand, she frowned at his request, determined not to move from her spot. He tsked when he realized she wasn’t going to comply and pulled her into his lap. In vain, she tried to wiggle out of his grasp, not in the mood to be touchy feely with him at the moment but failed. Restrained and annoyed, she groaned in irritation when he placed his nose in the crook of her neck, not liking the idea of him using sex to distract her. “Sesshômaru, what-”

“If you are worried about getting pregnant, don’t be. You are currently not fertile.” She froze, the words replaying in her mind. “What?,” she whispered softly. He carefully turned her so that she was facing him. “I can smell everything about you remember?”

“Ahh,” she responded, nodding, still not comfortable with the idea of him and his mother knowing everything about her just by her scent. “I would be more than happy to pup you.” He seemed to beam pridefully at the thought. “But judging by your reaction you do not want me to?”

“No, no, you have it all wrong. Don’t you think we are too young?” She gently grabbed his face, trying her best to show how bothered she was by it all. He frowned slightly. “Are you not considered to be in childbearing years?” She groaned, frustrated with the situation but she wanted him to understand. She took a huge breath before sighing,“Yes, but that’s not the problem.”

“What is the problem.” He asked, confused.“First of all, you do not look like the type to want children. At least, not now. And second, in my time it’s considered too young to be having children.” Although there are many girls my age and younger with kids, but that’s besides the point. She shook her head at the thought, sighing before continuing, “Shouldn’t we enjoy our time together before we have kids?” He frowned as he thought, a sudden expression of uncertainty flickering across his features. “What?”

“You are correct in saying that this Sesshômaru does not wish to reproduce now but-” he paused. “But?” she questioned, trying to figure out what he was trying to convey. “Ana, you are human and-”

“Seriously?!” she questioned, pushing away from him, knowing what he was thinking. “You’re playing the human card right now? Don’t kill me off so early Sesshômaru.” Anger and hurt bombarded her, tears blurring her vision as she thought about what he was saying. Fed up with it all she tried to get away from him but he grabbed her arm. “Let me go,” she forced out, anger building up fast. “Ana-”

“Let me go!” she screamed. “Anastasia!” She stilled as demonic energy washed over her, tears dripping out of her widened eyes as she exposed her neck to him in instinctual fear. “I am not trying to kill you off early. Gods forbid, if that happens, this Sesshômaru would not know what to do with himself. Having our children would ease the pain but I am not forcing you to have them now.” She didn’t move, the sudden rush of his power still coursing through her body, leaving her frozen. “Please answer me Ana.” She slowly lifted her head blinking away the tears, anger seeping through her pores for what he did, for forcing her into submission. “Don’t ever do that again,” she growled. “If you are-” Her fist connecting with his jaw stopped his words. Taken by surprise he could do nothing be stare as she continued. “Don’t ever do that again! I am not your bitch. I am not your property. So don’t ever use your powers to subdue me ever again!,” she yelled, trembling with fury. He sighed, bowing his head in apology, as best as he could. “Forgive this Sesshômaru.”

After a long moment of silence while trying to reign in her anger and get her thoughts together she spoke, “I understand. The thought of me someday dying doesn’t sit well with me either.” Fresh tears pooled into her eyes once more as she continued, “I don’t want to leave you someday. Heck, how will it be when I get older and you just stay young?” She chuckled bitterly, “I am not saying that I don’t want to have your children, shit, I’ll give you a dozen of them so you won’t be lonely when I’m gone, but until that time you’re supposed to protect me. And I’d be more than happy to give you one but I want to be completely healed, mentally and physically. And more than anything I want our children to grow up without the threat of Naraku.” He lifted his head then, his face tucking in between her head and shoulder. She wrapped her arms around him when his body shook, the feel of his tears splattering on her shoulder. “I don’t want to ever lose you Ana,” he mumbled, voice cracking. Her throat felt tight, the tears shaking her body as she clung to him, trying to sooth them both as best as she could.  When they finally calmed down they lay on the futon, fish forgotten as they snuggled together, the promise of them not speaking about her dying one day on her lips as they drifted into sleep.

 

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Thoughts of their argument from earlier were forgotten after they had awoken a few hours later, and were definitely not present as they panted in completion. Ana lay staring at the roof, content and energized after their love making, but there were too many things to count floating on her mind. Before the whole argument she had been worried about not being enough for him. It had nothing to do with her lack of experience, but more directly with what Kagura had held over her head. “A woman like you won’t be able to please him. He is a demon after all and only a demoness can satisfy him.” The poisoned words were tickling her mind for some time now. She had realized that the woman had not just been malicious when she had thrown them in her face, but that she had told the truth. Shesshômaru was holding back. She could tell from the way he would drastically slow down, almost stopping; the claw marks on the wooden floor where the futon’s bedding had given way to his fierce grip that never ever reached her, the frustrated growl as gold warred against crimson in his eyes... He held back because she was human, he would not have to do so if she were a demoness like Kagura. She sighed. Another situation where her being human just complicated things. She got up when he returned, her now reheated fish and a cup of water in his hands. She took her meal, eating and drinking her fill before turning to him. He gave her a questioning look. “Am I not enough?,” she asked suddenly. He looked confused now, his brows knitting together. “I notice that you’re holding yourself back when we have sex. Is it because I’m human and not a demon like Kagura?” He tensed, a scowl crossing his features before he spoke, “Do not compare yourself to that wench,” he reprimanded. She frowned, “I’m not comparing myself to her. I was just asking.” Silence drifted around them, a tense atmosphere building as it dragged on. “This Sesshômaru is afraid of losing himself in complete pleasure,” he admitted moments later, “if that happens I may harm you and I do not wish for that to happen.”

“How will you know if you don’t try?,” she questioned, trying to reason with him. “Ana-”

“I know you won’t hurt me Sesshômaru. You didn’t when you were in full demon form. Why would you when we are having sex?”

“I-” she crawled into his lap, effectively stopping him with a kiss. “Ana,” he slurred, drunk from their action and maybe even more so from her proposal. “Hmm,” she purred running her hands up and down his torso. She gently licked the shell of his ear, nipping at the flesh softly while rubbing the pads of her fingers behind the appendage. He was like putty in her hands when she did this, something she recently found out. He relaxed in her touch, moaning as she continued her work, grinding on his slowly awakening cock. “Ana,” he moaned again, his hands kneading her ass, the feel of his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “I know you won’t hurt me, you chose me after all, so it’s okay, let go,” she whispered in his ear.

She gasped when her back connected with the futon, a low growl permeating the air. Her eyes snapped open, his eyes no longer its normal white with amber chips but blood red with blue pins for irises. His demonic markings were jagged across his cheeks and his aura flared making him appear bigger than he normally was.

He was a beast before her, his power rolling over her as his ragged form hovered above her, both ready to crush her without a moment's notice. It aroused her when she should have been afraid with the way he just handled her; should have been trying to get away from him with the look he was giving her. It was much like the look that Naraku had had in his eyes, drunk with the idea of completely dominating her and the way he moved mimicked the way that man did, ready to cause her pain, but instead his flaring demonic energy left her drunken with lust. She opened her legs wider, beckoning him towards her. He crawled over her as she craned her neck, a sure sign of submitting to whatever he wanted. She loved him, something she hadn’t said out loud yet, but knew within her heart, so for him she would do this. Excitement built in her chest as he sniffed her neck, growling in approval to her actions. Not wasting any time, he dipped between her legs, lapping hungrily at her folds. She hissed at the contact, his tongue much rougher than normal but the sensation just as pleasurable.

Blood pumping rapidly through her veins, she moaned out his name as she poured her essence for him. She hadn’t even caught her breath when he plunged into her. For fuck’s sake his cock felt bigger, too. Her legs trembled, eyes snapping shut at the pain. What had she gotten herself into? Given no time to adjust he slammed back into her, a heavy groan rolling off her tongue. When she tried to pull back from the pain he grabbed her waist, his claws digging into her flesh. She gritted her teeth, bearing the sudden shot of agony. Pinned down by the man she loved she moaned out her pain and pleasure as his quick thrusts, violently jerked her body, leaving her numb. It shouldn’t have been this pleasurable, yet still she found release, moaning his name as her fingers gripped his arms, his thrusts still hard and quick. It felt right being dominated by him like this, to submit to him like this, enjoying the way he pounded into her as if it were their last time. What was wrong with her? Somewhere in her clouded mind a thought tried to form, that she should feel disgusted, being used like that, violated, but it was crushed as soon as it dared to surface. How could she feel like that, when every painful touch proved how much he needed her? Disgusted and violated? No, appreciated and loved! She gasped he flipped her over, pressing into the small of her back, her face flat on the futon as he slammed into her again. Eyes screwed shut, her moans were now screams, her face scrunching in pain as his thrusts became harder and faster. At some point she swore she heard a crack and for a moment she wondered if she had broken something until she orgasmed again, the adrenaline and endorphins numbing her body.

By her fourth orgasm she was spent, but he was still going. She had no more voice to moan or scream, and even if she did she doubted he would have been able to hear her plea when he was this far gone. Besides, she had told him to let loose and, gods be damned, she would bear it all for him. She grunted when a harsh tug on her hair pulled her back, her neck straining from the effort. His blood red eyes bored into her own, a devilish smirk playing on his lips. She silently groaned as he smashed their lips together, his tongue plunging into her mouth, slithering around her hot cavern without restraint. He pulled back, a sliver of dribble plastering on the corner of her mouth as his tongue lickerd her lips. She hissed, pushing against the arm that wrapped around her waist when he ground roughly inside her, his thrusts slow and forceful. His tongue splayed along the pulse of her neck, the gesture sending shivers of fear and delight through her body as he nipped and sucked harshly at the flesh, leaving her silently groaning in pain and pleasure alike. Her eyes snapped open when a nip pierced her flesh, blood trickling down her sweaty neck. He lapped at the trickle of blood, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest.

 

She hadn’t seen it coming. Never thought it would happen. One minute he was lapping at her neck and the next he was burying his fangs deep within the side of her throat. “Sessh-” she  called out but the feel of his teeth crushing her windpipe stopped her. A million thoughts ran through her mind as she knelt there, a hand trying weakly to push him away, a lone tear trickling down her cheek as she gasped. Why? Why was he doing this? Did he not say he didn’t want her to ever leave him? So why was he killing her? Why had she thought she was special? Obviously she wasn’t because he was suffocating her. Blood gurgled at the back of her throat, her life force both killing and leaving her at the same time. Darkness crept in the corner of her vision as the thoughts slowly muted and reality set in. She was going to die. Oh god.... she was going to die! Her demise sent her into a moment of panic but was instantly squashed as she remembered her earlier resolve, she would bare it all for him. Just as that last thought filtered through her mind something surged through her body. It burned, like acid eating away at flesh as it lit up her veins and coursed through her with untamed heat. She didn’t know if she was screaming out loud or in her mind as the heat engulfed her until at last all she felt and saw was nothing. Who would have thought that dying was this painful?