InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Harsh Light of Day (part 2) ❯ Before the Dawn ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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He would burn in hell.

 

Not to say that he necessarily believed in a hell, or a heaven for that matter. The existence of either being of no consequence, he would be lost none the less. Wanting this girl is his crime and needing her is his sin. A delicate hand reaches up, slender fingers stroking the smooth skin of his cheek tracing the outline of his jaw. Condemned, his desire for her is his damnation, her love for him his redemption. This human girl would be his undoing. Human, the mere thought brought a sneer to his lips. What did humans know of love and devotion, what could they possibly learn in such a brief lifespan… nothing, yet this girl, this child on the cusp of womanhood understands him, accepts his feelings for her as they are, gives no thought to how others perceive them... Others, what does he care of others and what they think. Why should he fear their scorn, the thinly veiled disgust, the revulsion and commendation. She is all he cares for. He opens his eyes to look upon her angelic face and finds her smiling up at him the love reflected in her dark eyes genuine and true.

 

His soul would endure an eternity of suffering.

 

His little Lolita would be his undoing, a whispered good morning a feathery light brush of her soft lips over his heart. Closing his eyes he inhales deeply allowing himself to drown in the heady rush of her scent. Fighting the curse that threatens to slip from his lips, he can practically feel the fires of hell lapping at his feet as he basks in the girl's warmth, enjoying the feel of her body lightly resting against his own as she snuggles closer to his side.

 

He could never atone for the sin of this wicked yearning.

 

A dancer's body, sinewy and toned, still she is such a tiny thing with her long feminine legs slightly rounded hips a narrow waist that seems impossibly small under the shadow of her pert breasts that now brush against the bare flesh of his abdomen. The thin fabric of her nightgown doing nothing to shield him from the feel of her. The heat of his desire for her burns him, scorches his skin where the gentle rise and fall of her chest against him is causing her nipples to stiffen making him painfully aware of their presence.

 

His very essence would be sentenced to endless torture

 

He sighs, an exaggerated exhalation of breath that wafts into the cool morning air. How he wants to touch her, longs to roll the dusky peaks of her soft mounds between his fingers. He'd dreamt of nuzzling his face in the shallow valley of her breasts, imagined the sweet taste of her skin, the noises that would rise from the back of her throat as he…

 

He'd end up the devils footstool. Yes, that would be his punishment for these depraved desires.

 

This was wrong, he couldn't stop himself from craving her, but he would not have her, not the way he wished to. No, he would not touch her the way a man touches a woman. There would be no passion in his embrace. He would hold her keeping his hunger for her at bay. His gentle caresses would remain gestures of affection and nothing more. He could wait… would wait. She shifted her position, straddling his bare stomach the warmth between her legs settled against the tense muscles of his abdomen.

 

He'd be cursed for all time. A thousand reincarnations before his soul would be elevated to pond scum.

 

“Rin.”

 

Her name slipped from his lips, an admonishment a plea

 

“Yes lord Sesshomaru.”

 

Her tone was light, teasing something about the way his pubescent ward said his name caused his body to react. The pitch of her voice, the way his name rolled off of her tongue she sounded like a… woman one who'd discovered a secret. His little Rin spoke as a woman aware of a man's craving for her despite his best efforts to conceal it. When Sesshomaru opened his eyes to look up at his not so young charge, she was smiling down at him. Rin's countenance one of innocent adoration, but her eyes those deep pools that smoldered and swirled like freshly brewed coffee held a spark of something more. Cool tawny clashed with warm mocha and for an instant, Sesshomaru could see beyond the child he'd known to the woman he longed for.

 

He could practically hear the cackles of Satan's handmaidens as they prepared a place for him.

 

“Rin, it is unbecoming for a girl of your age to continue sneaking in here like this.”

 

Sesshomaru's voice was smooth, the same rich bass that scolded her when piano lessons were missed or chores left undone. His eyes glowing, flecks of silver catching the early morning light lending a peculiar coolness to orbs the color of fire.

 

She looks at him, a delicately arched eyebrow raises in an eerily familiar fashion. She knows that is a lie. No one can sneak up on her lord, least of all an awkward human teenager. Rin frowns, sitting up and resting her full weight on the tight muscles of the midsection beneath her.

 

“My lord, do you tire of my company. Have I displeased you in some way?”

 

She was nervous, her quivering thighs clenching lightly against his sides. Visions of all the things he could do that would have her lithe body pressed tightly to his own and trembling coaxes a low rumble from his chest. Rin gasps, nibbling on her lower lip as a dusting of pink colors her cheeks. The inuyoukai's hands are on her hips, fingers reflexively tightening against the warm supple flesh. His claws lightly prick her skin and he can hear the girl's heart beating, the flow of blood as it rushes through her veins. A slight dampness where the apex of her thighs is settled just above his navel confirms what his nose is already telling him. The teenage girl precariously perched above him squirms and his keen hearing picks up the soft hiss as she inhales her next breath. The demon lord returns his gaze to her flushed face, watches as her head tilts back exposing the soft skin of her throat. The neatly trimmed ends of Rin's hair brush along his thighs, dancing over his erection and his thoughts are consumed with only her.

 

He would bear all the anguish of the deepest levels of hell for a taste of her.

 

“Rin…”

 

Sesshomaru's voice drops an octave to a husky whisper as the leash on his control slips. Flexing his fingers the frustrated youkai forces himself to release the living embodiment of all he craves.

 

“I do not wish you to be late.”

 

His eyes are now focused on a small crack in the far wall. Sesshomaru can feel the pout of Rin's mouth as she leans down brushing her lips over the markings on his cheek. Relief floods his system as he's freed from the slight weight of her body. His relief is fleeting, all too aware that he is not truly free for she has enraptured his soul. The patter of her feet stops a short distance from the doorway. He can hear the tremble in her voice, soft and pleading.

 

“My lord why will you not allow me to…”

 

Rin's inquiry is cut off by a low growl that she recognizes as her name. She knows not to press her lord further and scampers from the room on slipper clad feet.

 

Sesshomaru rises from his bed making his way towards the master bath on uncharacteristically graceless feet. Once inside, the door securely locked behind him, he strips out of his pajama pants. Not bothering to check the setting as the temperature has been the same for many months, the troubled demon lord steps immediately into the spray of cold water.

 

What does he care of others?

 

He would have her, by the will of his sword she was already his and damn him he would take her. Let Satan's army come for his tainted soul