InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Chase ❯ Caught ( Chapter 1 )

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

Disclaimer: I do not own Sesshoumaru, Rin, or the rest of Takahashi-san’s extraordinary characters.
A/N: Just for this story, Rin’s actual age isn’t given but I’ll just say she’s going to be near 17. Lemon Warning.




The Chase.





She was running, panting, her legs were aching in their assault to get away. She could feel the harsh thrum of her Lord’s youki as he gave chase. She ran harder, dodging trees, branches, and rocks. Finally! She could hear it, the sound of rushing water.

A river, the one only a few miles east of the castle she’d grown to call home. As she made it to the river she backtracked through the water, confusing her scent as she ran back the way she came.
Rin ruefully grinned to herself as she continued on. Her Lord would not be pleased.

In the distance there was a deafening howl of promise.

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Sesshoumaru felt his own rage threatening to break through the mask he had carefully constructed.

She was gone.

He saw his vision bleeding red; he felt the warm pulse of lengthening fangs, the poison of his claws gathering at the tips. He needed to spill blood, listen as his prey screamed in fear, and relish the feel of their limbs cracking under him. Just to sate the fury.

But such lack of control was unacceptable from the great Lord. White seeped back into his vision as his lowly retainer squawked orders to the servants who had reported the troublesome girl missing.

“Jaken.”

He could smell the fear radiating from the worthless toad’s pores.

“Y-yes my Lord?” Jaken trembled.

“You will see to it that the visiting Lord remains unaware of this… occurrence. If you fail I will see to it personally that your head is removed from your shoulders.”

“Yes my Lord. As you command my Lord.” Jaken scurried away to the dining hall where the Lord of the South waited patiently for his propositioned ally to return.

At once Sesshoumaru departed the castle and sprinted along the trail left behind by the fleeing girl. As Sesshoumaru gained ground on his suspecting ward he began thinking of the actions Rin had taken the past several moons as well as the dreadful conclusions he had come to know.

It began when her body came of age. As her physical form matured he began noticing the call of her body to his, the way he felt an incredible lust for her voluptuous body. As her mind expanded he began noticing the way she looked at life, challenged his own beliefs. He hated how her outlook made him envy her for the easiness in which she could accept things as well as the way she could dispute them with reasons such as equality, and “it’s who you are, not what or the way you became that way” she would say.
He loathed the softening of his heart towards humanity in general. And he particularly loathed the way he could feel the said despicable organ contract in her presence unnecessarily and, in turn, the way it made his blood race faster through his veins.

So he had done what he had the power to do to rid himself of these newfound annoyances. He attempted to use his ward as a form of alliance between his lands and the regions that bordered his. He had intended to have her mated to one of these Lords.

His plans did not progress accordingly, however. Each and every time he introduced to her a Lord of respectability as her intended she found a way to use her cleverness to get around being betrothed to him.
It infuriated him and intrigued him that such a pathetic mortal girl could thwart his plans. Being the stubborn, great Inu-taiyoukai he is, he didn’t let only one failed matrimony take place, but three others to add on.

Sesshoumaru growled furiously as he realized he had another possible failed betrothal upon him. His youki expanded harshly, searching for his ward.
His mind whispered to him that he was glad the previous Lords who had entertained the interest of taking a human as a wife would not ever know the torturous sin that was his Rin.

Sesshoumaru’s brooding thoughts came to an end as Rin’s scent disappeared at the river edge. He jumped across it in one bound, quickly scenting the trees for her.
He snarled in realization that his cunning ward had temporarily outsmarted him during his musings. He turned and jumped back to the right side of the forest where she had no doubtedly re-traced her steps. Sesshoumaru knew this because the thickness of her scent throughout the forest would make her harder to catch.

His demon blood boiled. His eyes bled. She was giving him a chase. He would catch his Rin. He would catch her and make her remember who her Lord was. She would learn her place. What place is that, you ask?

The ground, below him.
He howled a claim. A bitch was being taken this night.

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Rin shivered as she heard the howl her Lord had given. It was one bearing an excruciating promise. A promise Rin was certainly unsure of.

She barely avoided stumbling on a tree root only to have her kimono snag on a briar thicket. The briar’s thorns dug into her soft flesh, cutting her and making her bleed. Getting up, she began running once more.

She had been careful about not drawing blood in her haste to get away. There was no doubt in her mind he would find her within mere minutes now. Her mind cried in despair, knowing that she would in all likelihood be banished from his kingdom and abandoned in a rotten human village as form of punishment.

Rin knew she had disgraced her Lord by running away from this new suitor. Rin knew she had acted out of selfishness by denying her marriage to any of the other Lords her own had proposed to her so she wouldn’t have to leave. Above all she knew there was no love between herself and him. He made it clear that she was a filthy human, lucky to be graced by his presence. He had made it clear to her that her human emotions were disgusting, a weakness that one such as himself would never suffer from. But these human emotions she had made her love him with such a passion she could not let herself be given away to some Lord as just another wife, just another pet to play with. There was only one she desired and she had been forever denied of him.

Tears stung her eyes and she felt her legs collapse under her. Fatigue settled over her body.

‘He will be here any moment... ’ Rin thought as she gathered her bearings and struggled to get to her feet. ‘He will not see me as a weakling in this moment. I will face him and accept any punishment he sees fit to bestow upon me.’ She wiped the salty tears from her eyes and lifted her head proudly as her beautiful, forbidden Lord came forth from the darkness of the trees.

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Sesshoumaru smelled the blood of his ward and raced off in the direction of it. As he got closer he could hear the frantic pulse of her heart. He could smell the despair as well as the acrid smell of fear in her scent.

As he surged from the canopy of darkness the trees held over him, his inner demon roared. There was his delectable little Rin, standing before him proudly. Challenging him silently.

He approached her slowly, noting the way her torn kimono revealed creamy pale, flesh. He watched the way she panted from exertion, causing her breasts to rise and fall erotically. He saw the beautiful flush her skin held as it dipped beneath the top of her kimono. He wondered how far the blush extended.

Once more his eyes bled and in a flash he was behind her, fangs prickling the base of her neck in a hold as his one arm held her flushed body to his.

His Rin cried out in surprise.

“S-Sesshoumaru-sama?” She whispered.

He felt her beating heart beginning to race. He removed his fangs from her neck and began to lick the gentle beads of blood that gathered in their place. His tongue trekked its way along the slope of her neck to the lobe of her ear. He let his fangs graze it without drawing blood. He heard her cry out as her knees buckled and she slumped against her Lord. The scent of despair and fear were being quickly replaced with the tantalizing smell of her arousal. Sesshoumaru growled approvingly and suckled her ear teasingly as she clutched his hakama.

Sesshoumaru guided himself and Rin down to the grassy floor and turned her in his embrace so that she straddled him. Her kimono bunched around her upper thighs revealing more of the skin Sesshoumaru desperately wanted to taste. His claws made quick work of the offending garment while his mouth occupied Rin’s. He pulled away to look at the woman he had come to desire so greatly. He wondered at the pink flush of her skin, seeing that it extended down to the base of her full breasts.

A clawed hand reached out and fondled a generous globe, while his thumb flicked over a hardening nipple. He heard Rin mewl at the sensation, her own hands threading themselves in his hair. He pressed his straining erection against the heat of her womanhood and she moaned again, delighting his sensitive ears.

“Sesshoumaru…sama…” She panted breathily. She kissed him full on the lips, running her tongue along his lower lip. When he parted his own lips he was overcome by the sensation of her sweet tongue battling his own. He enjoyed the flavor of her mouth as he dominated the kiss. His hand ran down her side and back up as she broke their heated entanglement.

“Your armor…help me remove it.” Rin ordered as she struggled with the bindings. Sesshoumaru did so and discarded it along with his swords a few spaces away. Rin tugged at his haori and obi, freeing his glorious, God-like body from the confines of the silk cloth. Her mouth burned a path down his chest, teasing his nipples with her tongue, earning a groan from the formidable youkai. Pleased with his response, she lifted a hand to his left cheek and traced the magenta stripe. Her hand made her way back to his hair and she stared into his burning crimson eyes as he greedily devowered her mouth once more. His hand made its way down to her thighs, toned from their journeys all across Japan. He gripped it and carefully ran his claws against the sensitized skin. Rin gave a strangled moan into his mouth at the feeling and marveled at the fire that was burning inside of her.

“Please… Onegai. I need you Sesshoumaru.” She pleaded, dropping his title.

The demon wasted no time motioning for her to get on her knees. She did so pressing her chest into the ground and baring her neck for her Lord and love. At the sign of submission from his bitch, Sesshoumaru snarled savagely and rubbed his hard manhood against her wet heat. He pushed in swiftly, breaking her maidenhood and making her cry out. She knew there would be pain, but it felt as though he were ripping her in two. A few tears slipped past her clenched eyes and she felt Sesshoumaru give a comforting growl and bend to lick along her spine. She knew he was sorry for causing her pain.
Sesshoumaru waited for her searing heat to relax around him before he pulled and pushed back in. She hissed in pain but he continued slowly. The feeling of her tight heat around him made his fangs lengthen and he felt his cock pulse as her muscles contracted pleasurably around him.

After a minute or two more, she relaxed more completely and allowed the pleasure of his hard member to overtake her senses. She moaned as he thrust deeper into her body.

Rin arched her back giving a deeper, tighter angle for Sesshoumaru to penetrate. She moaned wantonly, crying out his name. She felt herself tighten around him and she felt a white-hot sensation. Her body quivered and trembled. Then she screamed. A rush of euphoric sensations swamped her willing body and she succumbed to its call.

The feeling of his bitch’s orgasm made Sesshoumaru thrust faster and shorter, wanting his completion. He bit hard into Rin’s neck holding her in place as he came hard inside her, his cock swelling and locking himself inside his new mate.

Sesshoumaru’s vision went white once more after the claiming of his mate. He observed her unconscious form, amused that she had swooned after only one round of mating. Once his body finished emptying its seed into his mate he removed himself from her heat. She emitted a small moan and began to stir from her sleep.

Sesshoumaru inwardly sighed. There would be many issues to address when she fully woke.

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When Rin woke from her slumber she was assaulted by pleasurable memories. She could feel her Lord’s warm body wrapped around her own and she delighted in his musky smell. Suddenly, she became nervous.

What had overcome him? Or herself for that matter? What would happen to the suitor that was waiting for back at the castle? What did this make her to her Lord? She knew he had claimed her in the ways of the Inu, but what did it mean? Did he have these foolish human emotions he claimed he would never suffer from? Did he love her as desperately as she did him, or not at all? Sesshoumaru waited patiently for the barrage of questions he was certain his mate had. A few moments after her awakening Rin slowly gathered her wits and turned to face Lord Sesshoumaru.

“My Lord, this Rin humbly begs for your forgiveness.” She began head bowed.

“Forgiven.”

Rin, stunned, looked up at her Lord with a questioning look.

“But so quickly my Lord? You are to forgive this undeserving Rin without punishment?”

He said nothing as confirmation. Rin continued with her questions.

“My Lord… why have you claimed me in the way of the Inu?” Her brown eyes turned on him as the enticing pink flush tinted her skin.

“This Sesshoumaru has no desire to see what belongs to him given to the Lord of the South. I have taken you as my mate as well as Lady of the Western Lands.”

A soft gasp burst forth from the lips he had passionately claimed. A small smile graced her beautiful lips at his admittance and she leaned up and captured her Lord’s. His rumble of approval made a burning heat settle in the pit of her stomach. She looked up at him through her lashes as she pulled away. She saw the raw emotion in his eyes despite the cold demeanor he wore on his face. She knew that even though he claimed to have no silly human emotions. He loved her.

“This Rin loves her Lord Sesshoumaru.” She stated as she smiled up at him.

The corners of his mouth turned ever so slightly upward and he rolled back on top of his mate. The rest of her questions would have to be answered later. He pressed his hardness against her and nipped at the flesh were his mark was. She gasped.

The chase was over. His mate had finally been caught.







A/N: I’m actually a little bit unsatisfied with the ending. If anyone has any ideas of how I can improve it will be much appreciated. Thanks for reading.

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