InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ The Visit Coauthored fic with Sonja Jade ❯ Oops! ( Chapter 2 )

I do not own Sesshoumaru, Rin or the Inuyasha manga. All characters and canon plot concepts are copyright to Rumiko Takahashi and Viz Media. I make no money from writing this work of fan made fiction, and no copyright violation is implied or intended.

 

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Their chambers were just as Sesshomaru had requested them: spotless, warm, and cozy with a nice fire that had been fed during their... pleasurable absence in the bath. Rin wasted no time in scrambling for the futon, not even stopping to slowly remove her yukata and fold it properly. Sesshomaru stifled a grunt of irritation as he bent and retrieved the garment, folded it, then removed and folded his own attire and placed it next to hers.

 

It was times like these when he remembered that Rin was still... In some ways... rather immature. Her behavior would have to be corrected. He was, in fact, grooming her for a place at his side... She must be taught in the ways of a refined woman. He was in a bit of a bind... He was not looking to be a father figure to Rin, and to discipline her or correct her behavior may lead to a rather...strange dynamic he wasn't entirely sure he was... comfortable with. He was her lover, her mate-to-be, and he did not wish to compromise that in any way.

 

A very... dark thought occurred to him them.

 

There were certainly means of discipline that would keep the sexual and romantic aspects of their relationship firmly in tact.

 

"Rin."

 

The tone of his voice alone sent shivers down her spine. This was not the tone he'd purred with only moments earlier, this was the tone he used with... Jaken!

 

"Yes, Sesshomaru-sama?" she squeaked, as she turned to face him with wide eyes, "This one's duties do not include maid service.” He gave a pointed look to her now folded sleeping garments.

 

'This one' Rin wondered to herself? Oh boy, she must have really pissed him off…

 

"Rin is sorry, Sesshoumaru-sama. Rin momentarily forgot her place." The small girl bowed her dark head forward, and curled her delicate body until her forehead touched the bed as her Lord and lover remained standing tall and proud before her.

 

Sesshoumaru was very... pleased... with Rin's immediate reaction, and his previous annoyance melted away under her obvious submission. The hint of fear in her scent reminded him that Rin, while she may be the most important person in the world to him, and she may be incredibly... large... in his heart, she was still small. Still human. Still weak and fragile and in need of care.

 

To be needed by one such as her... To be the fierce protector to such a weak, delicate, yet utterly captivating and devastatingly lovely, precious little creature such as Rin; it was incredibly satisfying to his ego. Still, the predator inside saw such easy prey, such a willing recipient and he... hungered.

 

Sesshoumaru approached the futon and sat at the head, legs crossed and spine erect; this new position gave him such a lovely view of her backside. She still had not moved from bowing deeply before him. "Come here, Rin." He fought to keep the mischief from his voice, and remain as stern sounding as he had been before, but the way her taught muscles relaxed slightly and her fear abated let him know he must have failed in some respect... She did not know what to expect, but she knew she was safe from his notorious wrath.

 

Sesshomaru watched her on her hands and knees, feeling a flare of lust for her that rivaled what he'd just felt in the bath house. Such a… Crafty little thing; she was using his Inu instincts against him, and she knew damn well what she was doing to him, even if it hadn't been apparent in the awakening member in his lap.

 

Rin stopped before him, and sat back on her feet. He regarded her face, took in her confused scent... "Rin must be punished for her very unladylike behavior. Silk is not cheap, and it should be treated properly, especially when one is a guest."

 

Clever little bitch, she was... Although, he doubted she knew what she damn near volunteering for. "Indeed." He nodded sagely. He took in the slight widening of her eyes. It seemed she did not think he would agree with her assessment of the situation. More than likely she had thought that if she volunteered for punishment, he would simply acknowledge that she knew she'd done wrong and leave it at that. He'd never once punished her in any way when she'd been younger. A single look from him could easily redirect her behavior. A command issued was obeyed, and there was no... misbehavior. Not that he hadn't simply indulged her whims more often than not, as well... If she ran off to pick flowers, he merely stopped and waited. If she scampered away to find food, he sent Jaken to guard her.

 

Very few demands had been made on her in the way of behavior.

 

That was changing though, now. She could no longer be the dirty, uncultured, and foolish stray human that shadowed him... She must be molded, guided, and taught to be a proper lady of the court.

 

"Come to my lap, Rin." He cocked a brow, challenging her to obey. That alone was enough to make his clever little girl realize that something was different... She was in for something, but she didn't know what and her mere puzzlement was now met with the slightest bit of unease.

 

Still unsure of the situation, but trusting that her Lord would never harm her in any way, she closed the distance between them, meaning to sit in his lap.

 

"No, allow this Sesshomaru to properly place you." He guided her to kneel between his thighs, threaded her calves under his left one, and bent her over his right one, her arms resting on the plush of the bed.

 

Rin's face went red at the compromising position she found herself in, and slowly came to the realization, "Sesshomaru-sama... is going… is going to spank me!!"

 

Rin's mind flashed to when the villagers used to beat her, and she panicked. Sesshoumaru-sama had never, ever struck her before, and she knew how strong he was… If he chose to, he could hurt her, hurt her far worse than any of the men in the village ever had, wih very little effort on his part. Rin's eyes watered, and she cried. She was sorry, so very sorry and she would do anything, if only he wouldn't hurt her.

 

Sesshoumaru held Rin with gentle but firm pressure, as her body shook and shivered, the scent was of fear was thick, and for a moment, he questioned if he was being too harsh with her. He hadn't actually thought that Rin would… doubt… him. He'd always assumed her trust was perfect, and a part of him was… sad, and disappointed to realize that Rin could even conceive of the idea he might harm her.

 

He considered releasing her… but if he did that now, she may think that he had intended to harm her, and that her tears were the only thing that had saved her. He couldn't let her go now… He had to follow through so she could see for herself what it was that he intended, and could know that he had never for even a moment thought of harming her.

 

He must demonstrate that she was and always would be safe in his arms.

 

Sesshomaru gently stroked Rin's behind, rubbing the flat of his hand up and down, curving his palm around the curve of her pert little butt cheek, and squeezing reassuringly, letting his fingers slip between her cheeks to brush against her lips from behind, before he ran the hand up her back to slip beneath her hair and massage her neck. His silver hair brushed over Rin's body as he leaned down and whispered, "Shhh, do not fear. You are safe… trust me little one."

 

Rin craned her neck to look over her shoulder and up into his eyes, meeting them with her own. Always she trusted his eyes to tell her what she needed to know, and at the moment they were a soothing shade of honeyed amberine, silently calming her, commanding her to relax, be still, and give herself over to him as she always did; trust in him, and his care… But... still… She couldn't help the nervous butterflies or the pounding of her heart. "Rin is sorry... Please, don't hurt Rin."

 

He ran a hand down her hair, smoothing the long black silk and then brushing it to the side. His large hand coasted down her back, and followed the slight dips and curves of her thin, but healthy frame. Finally he came to stroke her bottom, over and down, and back up again, repeating his soothing actions from moments ago. He used the very tips of his claws to gently rake over her skin, and goose bumps rose on her pale skin; he was rewarded with a shiver that was not fear, and a small whine of pleasure.

 

Again he let his long, skillful fingers burrow between her cheeks, and he slid between her lower lips, sliding along her quickly slickening sex to strum her pleasure bud.

 

"Have I ever harmed you before, Rin?" He spoke quietly as he slowly strummed her sex, refusing to allow himself to be insulted that her faith had wavered. She was young, her past was peppered with experiences of men beating her, hurting her, for even the smallest of infractions.

 

She had not always been loved or cherished or cared for as she was by him.

 

Rin blushed hard once more, enjoying the small motions of his hand between her thighs and now feeling just a little silly for panicking so quickly. This was Sesshoumaru-sama… He would never… beat… her. She shook her head in the negative, then felt him move his hand to squeeze her backside roughly. Then the warm hand was gone (much to her dismay), but it returned just as soon as it had left, with a resounding smack as he swatted her cheeks with a quick, precise crack of his open palm, followed by several smaller, faster, and more gentle pats to her behind.

 

Rather than responding with a pout or a cry of pain, Rin surprised herself, but not her Lord when all she could utter was a choked moan...

 

She blinked. Where was the pain? Wasn't this supposed to be a punishment? Wasn't this supposed to be discipline for having been a thoughtless guest?

 

She had felt the swift sting of his first strike, but it was nothing like the beating she had imagined he would give her… It only served to sensitize her, and the follow up just-a-bit-more-than `pats' were sending the most pleasant vibrations to her nether regions.

 

The painful memories of her life before Sesshomaru quickly faded... She was wrong to ever doubt him, to imagine that he would ever hurt her. When she looked back over her shoulder and into his eyes again, she saw the characteristically smug "I-told-you-so" look sparkle in those honeyed eyes, and the young girl finally relaxed, and went limp, resting her cheek so that he could see half her red face, flushed from being bent over his leg, and laid bare across his lap; she let herself be open and willing to any of his advances or actions.

 

Sesshoumaru was a creature of very precise control, and he calculated his strike to be a short, flat, and not at all sharp spank to the very fleshiest and least sensitive part of her behind... He plan had been that he would use the first smack to make her sensitized, then deliver small spankings that would, in effect, vibrate her butt cheeks and send those concussive vibrations straight to her core. If he was correct, which, to his estimation he was always correct, Rin should have felt nothing but a very pleasurable 'thud' that caused a reflexive clench and tightening of her inner muscles. To his delight, he could already sense the stirrings of fresh arousal, letting him know he'd most certainly succeeded.

 

"You have been quite a... naughty... little girl, my Rin." He smirked, allowing her to see the complete and utter lack of reprimand when her eyes, previously clenched shut in pleasure, slitted open at the sound of his voice. He gave another sensitizing smack to her behind, on the opposite side, and watched her body arch as she lifted her hind quarters, wordlessly begging for more... Rin finally put her forehead on her forearms, hiding her face but letting her close her eyes and give up total control and just focus on the feelings he was giving her. The young girl's whole body shivered at hearing the rich sound of his deep, silken voice once more, "You must bear the consequences of your thoughtless actions."

 

Rin groaned, feeling her cheeks heat - both sets. She couldn't understand why his calling her... naughty... only made her feel even more wanton? Why was a reprimand making her feel so... lustful? "Yes..." She gasped, agreeing, if only as a way to help ensure that he didn't stop.

 

What he was doing... This "Punishment" as he called it, certainly felt more like a reward than a 'consequence'.

 

She felt two, then four, then six, then eight more spanks to her tiny butt, his pace ever increasing and the vibrations traveling through her body with each 'thud' of his hand had her quivering and shaking in his lap... Completely vulnerable and open to any advance he might make on her body, and yet, the lack of control was rendered benign by the complete and utter trust she had in him, and the way her body was reacting to his `punishment'… In fact, Rin dare say that being out of control, for once, was actually… enhancing the experience.

 

She liked his having all the control this time.

 

Usually, he was so very careful to make certain she maintained complete and total control of their… sex life… because she was young and he was… older; he did not want to `take advantage' of her youthful inexperience. This was the first time he was treating her with less… caution.

 

And Rin liked it… a lot.

 

This was proof he was starting to see her more as an adult and equal than a fragile child that he must be certain not to “abuse” or “take advantage” of.

 

"Sesshoumaru-sama..." She groaned, "Please, my Lord." The stimulation was enough to work her up, make her feel shivers and shards of pleasure that tightened her core and tingled her tiny pink nubbin, but it was not nearly enough to take her over the edge. It was then that she realized her Lord was intentionally teasing her, making her wet, and open, and desperate for release. His revenge for what she had done earlier to him in the bath, she presumed.

 

"Please what?" he asked, sounding as if he'd asked if it was going to rain or if the sky was blue, and his seeming detachment making Rin feel all the more erotically and pleasurably “embarrassed”.

 

Rin's arched her back like a cat, and pushed her ass up higher, using that as an excuse to spread her thighs open just a bit in obvious invitation. The young girl's flushed face, buried itself into the skin of her Demon Lover's pale, toned thigh, as her arms stretched up and her little fingers fisted in the sheets, "Please... more..."

 

Sesshomaru gave her a quick series of strikes, this time moving low enough that his touch brushed against her nearly bare lips. His girl positively trembled with want now, and the gleaming wetness on her inner thighs was such a beautiful sight... and smell. By all the gods, she so easily inflamed his passions; his cock was rock hard and aching for stimulation. He silently mocked himself. He had intended this be only for her, and had severely overestimated his ability to stave off his amorous desires for the little girl in his lap.

 

"Is that what you wanted Rin?" He goaded.

 

She groaned again, managing to gasp out a "Yessss!"

 

Rin was nearly sobbing, and Sesshoumaru knew she was so very close now. Not wanting, (or, more likely, unable) to draw this out any longer, he spanked her over and over and over, watching her cheeks jiggle until she finally went taut and nearly straightened her body despite how he had her caged with his legs.

 

She felt Sesshoumaru's hand drift down, sneak and burrow between her thighs, and a single finger brushed over her tiny clit, triggering her climax.

 

Rin's body went taught and her mouth opened, gasping for air as a powerful orgasm rippled through her small body, and she thrashed out of control; tiny hips pumping up and down and butt clenching in time with her inner muscles. She felt hot spurts of wetness escape involuntarily every time her body bared down, and she knew she must be soaking her lord in her juices.

 

"Ahhh!" Rin fell, panting and shaking, missing her demon lover licking his hand clean, and then barely registering the feel of claws raking through her hair; the other hand providing slow caresses over her bottom that gently guided her down from the heights of orgasm, warm and sated for the moment.

 

A small shift in her stiff body and her flank brushed against him... Hot and hard for her, radiating addictive heat and Rin suddenly felt a surge of energy as she realized that he was - most likely - far from finished with her… She hoped. Sometimes he would simply ignore his obvious needs and insist she go to sleep… But Rin sincerely hoped that would not be the case tonight.

 

The young girl worried a bit, when her Lord made no acknowledgement of his obviously very aroused state; instead he chose only to soothe and stroke her, and enquire after her well being. "Are you alright, Rin?"

 

She glanced up with sparkling eyes, giving a soft smile, "Oh, yes... Rin is..." She blushed and looked down, feeling his leg lift and taking her cue to wriggle her knees out from under it. The young girl maneuvered herself to sit on his lap, straddling him and he welcomed her by pulling her close. "Did I sincerely frighten you?" He knew he had. He merely wished to hear her thoughts on the matter, and be given opportunity to reassure her... He was a very fearsome and terrible creature indeed... and it usually served his purposes well, but with Rin...

 

She gave him a smile. "I was mostly remembering... I wasn't really afraid of you, Sesshomaru-sama… I just… Rin is sorry. She won't doubt Sesshoumaru-sama, ever again." She settled his concern by reaching down between them and encircling his cock with one small hand. His eyes narrowed just the slightest as a pleasured hiss found its way through his gritting teeth. Rin's scent was full of adoration and passion, sex and love, and he relaxed into her hold, letting her use her hands to work his foreskin over his shaft, and loving how she felt on the upstroke over his head, and the down stroke that pressed gently against his testes.

 

He was very much enjoying her attentions, and was glad to feel her other hand finally join in when she combed through the hair on his sack. He leaned back ever so slightly to grant her access to his body, and felt her stroking him harder and faster.

 

Warm, soft, gentle, loving... it was everything she was and it was reflected in her touch.

 

She backed up, not losing her rhythm, and he spread his knees to let her kneel between them. He gasped and growled appreciatively when she bent and tasted the salty beads of pre-come leaking from his head.

 

Rin didn't know if it was ladylike or not to enjoy the taste of her Lord's flesh or the clear seminal drippings that erupted from it, but she did enjoy his taste. Musky, clean, tangy salty and undeniably male. The young girl lapped up his salty drops as she continued to stroke and squeeze, coaxing more and more to spill from his tip. Rin wanted her Lord to find completion, but just the same, she longed to feel such pleasures again as well, being childishly greedy, and still young enough to get away with it.

 

Sesshomaru arched and surged his hips forward, but used a hand to halt the motions of her head, before he grabbed her off the floor, crashing her to his chest as his mouth worked against hers. Surprised at his intensity, but not scared, she opened up for him and let him in, their tongues thrashing - wet and sloppy and needy - against one another's.

 

His non-clawed hand snuck down between them and parted her slippery split, and he lined himself up against the slick pink folds of her small sex. He then reached back and grabbed her ass, pushing her forward against him, and began thrusting, rubbing all along her seam and over and against her tiny clit, using their familiar and trusted friction method to bring them both to ecstasy once more.

 

Rin could feel his anatomy in vivid detail, every vein and ridge and she felt how he would only pull back so far, not quite allowing the head of his member even touch her core, as if it were some kind of temptation he couldn't handle… As if he didn't trust himself.

 

Sesshomaru buried his nose into her neck, his mind on a single track, and hell bent on release (hopefully the last one for tonight - damn girl was almost more than he could handle) and simply relished his girl's weight and heat against him. He never saw it coming...

 

Rin began to ride him herself, curving her butt under for maximum contact and planting her feet firmly on the floor, bouncing up and down while he held her close. She could feel him inching closer and closer to where she wanted to feel him most... She reached her hand down and spread her lips…

 

And then she did it.

 

Rin managed to push up high enough that he touched her opening, and with the pressure he had against her lower back, and her hand spreading her lower lips wide open, his rock hard cock slid inside her to the hilt while she let out a shriek that his demon ears were not prepared for.

 

Sesshoumaru froze.

 

He... Was... He glanced down, confirming the truth his panicked mind sought to deny... He was inside her.

 

Choked. Strangled. Surrounded and squeezed by such a tight, hot, wet... "Rin!" For once, he was unable to keep stoic. She wasn't ready, wasn't prepared, and none of the usual formalities had been attended to. By all the kami she hadn't even had a mogi yet!

 

"Don't... Don't stop." Rin's voice was clearly pained, but yet she insisted, trying in vain to move her hips, but his large hands stopped her, held her completely still while he rushed to think of what to do?

 

What could be done?

 

Nothing.

 

There was no way to take this back. Her blood... Oh gods the smell of her blood was everywhere, choking him with an invisible noose of complete and utter fear.

 

His mother. The other demons in the shiro... They would all smell it. His mother may have ignored the very obvious scent of sex that emanated from his chambers, more than likely believing that he had taken her as some sort of... play thing... but this... This was a statement of clear intent for any male with even the smallest shred of honor.

 

"What did you...? Why did you...?"

 

His member still throbbed and ached and it took every shred of his willpower not to simply continue on but... His mind raced. The only thread of sanity left was the fact that she had not yet become fertile.

 

She's still too young!

 

He had... not prepared for this. Had not told or discussed with anyone his intentions concerning the girl. He was not prepared to deal with that particular... subject, just yet.

 

His mother's face kept flashing before his eyes.

 

Maybe she wouldn't... know. Maybe she'd think the blood was an injury of some sort? No. No. That was worse, because then she might actually come down to his wing to check...

 

She could be coming right now, and here he was inside a barely pubescent and very, human girl.

 

The concern was not only for himself, either... He had wanted to... He had hoped he could have...

 

He'd wanted this act to be... special.

 

"Rin..."

 

"Sesshomaru..." she whispered as she wriggled her hips in an effort to get him to move. "Please..."

 

She'd rarely called him by just his name, and despite being scared out of his mind, and horrified at what had just happened, he couldn't deny that this was what he wanted to achieve with her, even though he'd planned for it to happen much later on. And it wasn't as if he could put her back together again the way she was before he'd ruptured her virgin seal.

 

Besides that, it wasn't as if he could ignore the ache that was beginning to settle in his groin, or the rippling of Rin's inner walls... or the fact that he wanted to drive himself into her with reckless abandon. He raised her slowly... the damp heat that strangled him, and the walls that rippled and clung to his cock, causing such wonderful friction momentarily made him forget why this was such a terrible thing.

 

He caught a whiff of someone coming, but there was still time before whoever it was, (a female servant, by the scent) arrived. Doing the only thing he knew to do, he used all his willpower and pulled her off of him completely. He practically threw her down on her back and ran his tongue along her seam, then plunged it deep inside her, using his saliva to quickly heal where he'd breached her barrier and hopefully stop the blood flow quickly. He heard Rin's startled shriek and clamped his huge hand over his little girl's mouth as he sucked and lapped at her freshly broken interior.

 

Rin squealed and squirmed, not understanding at all what was happening? Why did he... stop?

 

Did he not... want her? Was he mad? He seemed panicked… He was licking her, but it was clearly not for pleasure.

 

Rin felt like she could cry. She was scared now, and confused. She had only wanted... needed him to be... inside her. Tears welled up as she fought to breathe through only her nose, while his frantic lapping at her nether regions continued, but she could hardly feel it anymore. It was clear he was only... cleaning up the... her blood.

 

Sesshoumaru scented tears, and fear, and panic, and his heart... ached. He didn't have time to explain…

 

He could hear the footsteps now, approaching his chambers rapidly and dammit was she crying?

 

With no time left to spare Sesshoumaru poked his head up from between her thighs, manhandled her once more, flipping her head up toward the pillows and shoved her beneath the sheets, before yanking on his sleeping nemaki and giving a rather stern glance back to the girl who lay on his bed, petrified and confused. “Remain silent, Rin.” He whispered.

 

"My Lord." He heard the meek voice of a female servant on the other side of the shoji.

 

“Leave.”

 

"I'm terribly sorry to disturb my Lord at this hour, however the Lady of the house has ordered that I come to see if our... guest... is... well?"

 

Damn that bitch to furthest corners of the deepest hell... Sesshoumaru growled and bared his fangs.

 

He opened the shoji only a tiny fraction and stared the servant down, letting his aura flare and his markings go jagged. "She was injured. It has been attended. Leave now or die in this hall." He lifted his hand and cracked his knuckles.

 

The servant backed away slowly, "Y-y-yes, My... Lord." She stuttered.

 

"Go, and...” Sesshoumaru allowed his eyes to go red, “Speak of this to no one."

 

The servant nodded took off down the hall, nearly taking flight in her hurry to get away from the very angry and deadly Master she served.

 

Sesshoumaru turned to see Rin, huddled on the bed and curled in a ball, clearly crying as silently as she was able. Dammit... He cursed under his breath and sought to repair the damage he'd caused.

 

He couldn't find it in heart to be… angry at her. He was the elder… it was, she was, his responsibility. He'd obviously overestimated her, pushed her too far, too fast, and assumed that if he was slow and gentle and… caring… that he could somehow trust her to understand this type of… relationship and its consequences, despite her young age.

 

He'd groomed her, trained her to be seductive, and made her want him… crave him… and she had only done and reacted in the way he'd… instructed her to.

 

Sesshoumaru felt sick to his stomach.

 

Was it really so… wrong… for him to… He closed his eyes and admitted it. He loved her. Wanted her to love him, in return. Had offered pleasure and attention, gifts and touch and kind words…

 

It was too late, now, for him to ever even try to undo those things. Even if he could go back - even after this - he knew he would make the same choices all over again. He would still love her, touch her, taste her, and groom her for a future at his side... No matter how it may be seen as `wrong', for any reason, her age, her humanity, her peasent status… Nothing in his life had ever felt so damned right as being with Rin had.

 

He could not abandon her, now… Not that he could ever have brought himself to do so, regardless of this. He was a selfish creature and the only thing he wanted more than power was the precious little girl curled up on his bed.

 

The troubled Lord of the West removed his sleeping attire again, then made his way back to the futon, pulled his little Rin to his chest and wrapped his arms around her. The whole situation was still so fresh in his mind, and he wondered how he'd lost control of it all? He'd felt her hand sneak down, but had assumed she was only adjusting to have more friction. He never imagined she would…

 

Damnit. Damnit, damnit, DAMMIT! He had always been so damn careful not to do what just happened... not to lose control! But, now that it had... He had mishandled everything and he'd made Rin cry.

 

He soothed her hair down her back and cradled her closer, letting her tiny body meld to his large frame, "Rin, please… tell me why?"

 

The girl in his lap sniffled and wiped at her eyes. "Rin loves Sesshomaru-sama... She just... Just wanted to feel you... on the inside… It just felt… right." He scented fresh tears coming. "But now my Lord is upset and disgusted with Rin."

 

The demon lord closed his eyes and gave a sigh to the still night air. "No Rin. This one could never be disgusted with you." He kissed the top of her head. "Though, I am upset. Make no mistake, such things were planned for the future, however… There were… reasons for waiting."

 

Rin shuddered and shook in his arms. She wouldn't likely stop crying until long after she fell asleep unless he found some way to let her know he wasn't angry at her, and would not abandon or discard her.

 

There was no longer any… reason… to wait. It could not be undone and she so obviously wanted it… him… so badly. He was not one for words, and he was not articulate by any stretch of the imagination, but there was one sure way to reassure her.

 

He pulled the sheets back and laid her on her back, then moved so that he hovered over her. "Look at me Rin," he said quietly. Her eyes were red from crying, but she met his gaze. He parted her little legs and whispered as he positioned himself outside her entrance, "I love you."

 

Her eyes widened in shock at his words, but before she could respond, Rin felt him sliding slowly in, resuming his place in her now healed sheath. There was hardly any pain now, and he moved slow and gentle, rocking softly against her with shallow thrusts until she'd stopped crying and accepted his kiss.

 

He'd never... Told her before. Never actually said those words... out loud.

 

That alone was enough to shock her out of her depression. When he slid inside her, it was like being complete. She felt him stroke her core with his manhood, sliding in and out gently, slowly fanning the embers of desire into a fully realized flame of passion. His tongue moved sensually over hers, roughly mimicking the motions of his hips and the press of his member inside her. Rin felt new tears sting her eyes as the full gravity of the situation slowly dawned…

 

Her lord was making love to her.

 

Not mating, not having sex, and certainly not... fucking her. He was making love to her.

 

The need for air drove their lips apart and Rin wrapped her arms around the barrel of his chest, desperately pulling him close, relishing the feel of his warm weight on her body, the slide of his skin against hers, the dampness of his breath on her neck and the rumble of his chest as he moved fluidly within her tight sheathe. "Sess..." She gasped, feeling one of his hands travel down to her hips while the other fisted loosely in her hair.

 

She was perfection: everything about her sang to his very soul. He found that Rin's body was able to receive him without any issues, and he thanked the Kami that she had suffered only the briefest of pains. He licked her throat and growled, sending her into a shiver of goosebumps.

 

"Rin," he murmured, and sped his pace when he felt her walls jump to life after assuring her she would never be alone, and he wanted to finally feel her shatter around him. He knew the girl's deepest fear was abandonment, and being alone again… “I will never leave you.” He promised.

 

Rin drew her knees back as far as they could go, and soon she felt her Lord going deeper, faster and harder. "So close... please don't stop," she whined, “More… please… more!”

 

The new angle of her hips with her legs up made each and every one of his penetrating thrusts press deeply into her internal pleasure center. The ache built quickly, as she felt herself flutter around his thickness, gripping him and sucking him back inside each time he pulled back.

 

Rin cried out softly, unable to keep her voice from erupting with needy whines and choked moans, and she heard her Lord respond in kind, though he sounded more... animalistic than she'd ever heard from him before. Growls, soft huffs, puppy-like whines, and even the occasional quickly cut-off 'woof' that turned to deep growls could be heard emanating from his throat. He sounded so... erotic, so undeniably male, that Rin felt herself shiver in response. "Rrrrrrrriiiiiiinnnnnnnn," She could just barely make out the sound of her name hidden somewhere in the depths of his growls.

 

All at once he was choked again, gasping for air as he commanded, "Come for me."

 

He couldn't hold on, couldn't stave off the ache and clench of his testes much longer but he would be damned if she wouldn't find nirvana before he did. His very pride rested on her climaxing and breaking beneath him before he let himself fall into oblivion.

 

Rin moved her hips, slamming up while he shoved down and in, learning quickly this new dance and letting her body guide her. Suddenly, like a wave breaking on the shore, the coiling clenching tightness snapped inside her, and she found herself crying out to the gods as her head flew back and her eyes snapped shut.

 

Sesshoumaru wasn't far behind, and there was something in the back of his mind... screaming... at him... demanding that he...

Sesshomaru had been thoroughly enjoying being with Rin in this most intimate of ways, but when he felt the presence of his youkai, his heart sank.

No... his conscious mind said. No, not now!! Not YET!! She can't.... I can't!!

The instinct-driven youkai within snarled and fought his way forward. Rin is perfect... Rin will be marked... Rin is ours… Our mate… Our mochi…

Sesshomaru felt himself losing control... felt his claws growing longer and his teeth painlessly elongating while his jaws snapping against the flare of youki coming off of his sweat slicked skin... Felt as the beast surged and broke from its restraints, and the partially transformed Lord licked his chops in anticipation.

No- no- no- no - please kami… NO! Internally he whimpered. Externally, the beast gave low rumble of victory, but saved the howls for later. He would not startle the female child beneath him… If she attempted to stop him, he would have to force her submission and that could lead to nothing good for either of them. Even in this state - especially in this state - he was concerned for the girl.

This side of him, this instinct driven primal animal, even more so than his conscious mind… well, it did not love the girl… It was not capable of that particular emotion, however… It… served her. Protected her. Held her in his mind as his bitch… Bitches were made for breeding and a mate was certainly no good if she were dead before she gave him puppies.

The beast rumbled in approval at the scent of Rin's gushing orgasm, and growled inwardly so that only Sesshomaru could hear, Rin is ours... His hungry jaws opened wide and then slammed into Rin's shoulder, biting down hard and spilling more of her precious blood down her chest and back.

Blood! His trapped consciousness screamed, fearful that maybe this time his mother really would come down and see for herself just what the hell was going on. The beast laughed at him, and slowly receded back to where he came from, leaving a very stunned demon lord to 'come to' with his face staring down at the wound that now joined him and the tiny girl below him for all eternity.

What have I... done...?

This was... There was no way he could...

Her virginity, he may have found some way to wriggle out of that particular situation, but this... There was no way to overcome the fact he'd now bound himself to Rin.

She was only 12 cycles of the seasons. She was human. She was a lowly peasant, and she didn't even live in his shiro.

Well, he hadn't lied to her. There was no way he could leave her now, no way he could even take her back the village. He couldn't be that far from her for that amount of time without serious determent to both of their health.

For a brief moment, Sesshoumaru considered doing the one thing he never did.

RUN.

"Sesshou...ma...ru..." Her weak voice, hazy and confused called to him, and he couldn't bring himself to look at her. All he could do was stare at the fresh puncture wounds left on her neck, angry and red and... bleeding.

"Na..ni...ka...?"

How could he answer her? He wasn't entirely sure what had happened himself? He'd never, never let the beast come to the surface when he'd been intimate with her before... He'd kept it collared on a tight leash and let him out around Rin only when it was time to do serious battle.

What must she be thinking?

He leaned down, and did the only thing he could… He began to lap at the wound, cleaning the blood from her as best he could, and doing what he could to heal the mark. He gently laid her down, his wilted member slipping from inside her and covered her with the blanket. Trying to sound calm, he whispered, "Rin, sleep now."

Rin yawned, then quietly asked, "Is Sesshoumaru-sama… alright?"

Sesshomaru blinked as she closed her eyes. She should have no concern for him, after all, for all she knew, his beast could have killed her. He'd never let Rin in on his deepest… darkest…and most shameful of secrets.

She'd long ago… tamed him. He wasn't actually… capable… of hurting her.

"Be silent and sleep now. It has been a long journey, and an eventful evening." He struggled to keep his voice even and steady. All he wanted to do was panic, but he couldn't very well allow her to panic with him. He stroked her hair until she fell asleep, which thankfully didn't take long. Rin was tired from their travels, the thorough session in the bath, then this... The marking alone would have caused to pass out.

Sure that she was finally resting, The Dog Lord dared to reach over and trace the puncture wounds in her soft flesh. He studied his bite mark and felt his stomach tighten into a twisted knot, and for a moment he thought he would be sick; sick because it was all so... completely unexpected... and he wasn't sure what consequences he or she would soon face due to their new bond.

Sesshoumaru carefully rose from the bed, making certain not to wake the sleeping girl on his futon with his movements. He needed some time to clear his head and consider how he could... handle... this new development. He knew that he could leave Rin alone now... His mother would not kill her, now that she was marked. To kill Rin was to kill him as well, and she would not sacrifice her only living son and end her bloodline. For the first time he was happy that his only living sibling was a... hanyou unfit to rule.

Hanyou...

That's right. A hanyou heir would never be allowed to rule...

He had never fully worked out exactly how he was going to be with Rin, and have a purebred heir... He could have taken a concubine and impregnated her... But now... Even the lowliest of demon bitches would refuse to mate with one so 'weak' as to have taken a human mate. He could have made her a wife, and it may have been overlooked, but a marked mate would certainly not be.

He would have to fight now… for his title, for his lands, and to keep everything he loved and held dear and the worst part was that all this time, he'd never taken the time or had the interest to make allies.

He never thought he might need them... No, he had hordes of enemies, but he could count his allies on a single hand.

He wasn't sure where his mother might fall on the continuum.

This was giving him a headache. Slowly, he walked and gathered his clothing, wrapping his nemaki around himself and making his way to the shoji which lead to the gardens. He would not stray far, but he needed time to think... and he definitely had a... conversation to have with... himself.

He wandered under the ginko trees, and tried to calm himself with every well-measured step his feet made through the soft grass. There was a nice place right beside the koi pond that called to him, and Sesshomaru sat down and began to meditate.

The cool night air felt good in his lungs, and he inhaled it deeply, letting it calm him and clear his frazzled mind. As the breezes licked at his skin, he let his inner guard down just a little, and he found his beast lying still and sated.

What do you want? The beast asked in a lazy, self-satisfied voice.

I want answers, Sesshomaru replied. I demand you tell me what just happened.

The beast gave a low, rumbly laugh. I simply did what you could not, you coward.

Coward!? Sesshomaru roared. He meant to attack the beast somehow, but found he was motionless... The beast laughed again, a barking chuckle that shook the ground of his inner world.

You love her don't you?

He did. In fact, tonight, for the very first time, he'd plainly told her he did. Yes... But there were reasons to not do what was done! There was plenty of time to-

The beast roared back, Don't give me that useless bullshit! There were plenty of reasons not to do it! Sesshomaru flinched at being spoken to so forcefully, and by his own self.

There was only one reason to do it, and it was more important than all the reasons not to. The primitive animal inside him calmed a little. She is the only thing in this entire world that you loved apart from power. She was the only thing that made you happy apart from being an assassin. She brought light where there was darkness, and peace where there was chaos… She is more than worthy. And besides, we like her.

Sesshomaru had no reply. This was all true, so beautifully true. He wanted to take her as his mate from the moment she had declared as a young child that she wanted to be with him forever, but his duties as a lord, his pride as the only full blooded son of the feared Inu no Taisho... his own unfounded fears about what others would think of him for taking a human girl as his mate, and what they would think if he sired a hanyou... These things… These… fears… they had held him back.

As I said, I did what you could not. Be upset with yourself, not me… As I am yourself; the most pure and unfettered part of yourself. This one is not leashed or collared by your petty concepts of honor and civility.

Youkai do not abide by human laws or customs and certainly her age makes no difference to me… Her body may be immature, her mind simple, but her heart and soul belong to ME.

Child or not, I wanted her… And so, I took her.

But... could you… I… not have waited? The girl isn't even fully matured yet, she's still a child! She cannot yet bare offspring, and as such, marking and mating her was wholly…inappropriate. Sesshomaru was puzzled to hear the beast laughing yet again.

What is the point in waiting when there will never be another, boy? The beast sighed.

You still have much maturing to do yourself. The beast rolled back over to sleep once more, mumbling, You are her Inugami, and serve only her. Such facts cannot be altered or even, at this point, denied. Even if youhadwaited one or a hundred years, it would have still ended the same: You and Rin, together forever, officially or unofficially. I merely saved you the pain of watching her grow old quickly.

Sesshoumaru started.

"Inugami?" He mumbled allowed to himself. Inu... gami? Dog… God?

His mother's words came back to him, "Did you think you were like a god, Sesshoumaru?"

Yes. He had thought of himself as some sort of god… He had been so arrogant. He had felt like a god whenever he went to battle to protect Rin. He had never, ever felt more powerful than he had when he walked into the body of Naraku and stalked right up to his very heart to reclaim his girl.

There was no fear or uncertainty, despite his mother's warnings... Yet, still... In the stillness of the night while Rin lay ailing in the old miko's hut, he had known that he could not care for her, then.

He had felt fear, but only after the battle had passed.

He felt fear of himself, and of his own inadequacies. The terror that came with the knowledge that she was not forever... She was the blink of an eye and he might not always be...enough.

In giving her away, he had admitted that he... feared.

Now, he realized the beast was right. He was a coward.

His fears were now not for her life, but for his... pride. His status and his standing. His title and his lands and the future inevitability of being father to half-breeds.

What was he doing?

He was Sesshoumaru-sama! Daiyoukai! Lord of the Western Lands, Master of all he surveyed, Aristocratic Assassin, One true heir to the mantle of his Nobel and powerful Chichi-gimi, the Inu No Taishou...

What should he care what other, lesser youkai thought of him?

The girl was his. The title was his. The lands were his and no one would take those things from him! NO ONE would even dare to try... For may the Kami have mercy on the soul of someone foolish enough to get in his way...

Sesshoumaru felt his chest rumble, and self-satisfied smirk played about his lips.

Let them come...

He would stand against them all, and victory would be his. Rin would have the chance to see his true strength, if any dared to try to harm her. He would protect her, himself, his kingdom, and any future offspring.

The usual feeling of calm spread through his chest, as Sesshoumaru reassured himself of his own superiority. The only thing left to deal with was his...mother... And he would kill her too if he had to. Of course he would. For Rin, matricide was not even a sacrifice… Hell, it wasn't a sacrifice even if it weren't for Rin.

Eh, eh, eh... He heard a teasing chuckle from the beast.

What is it, now? He growled in annoyance.

Don't get too cocky, brat...

Sesshoumaru harrumphed, and came out of his meditation. He didn't need to listen to anymore. He had his answers, and his plan. Nothing would stop him now.

He took his time going back inside, reveling in the peace and calm of the night around him, and delighting in how everything looked so different now... The stress of what should have been the most poignant event in his life was gone, and now he could fully immerse himself in the joy that had been secured for him. Rin would be with him, unquestionably, for as long as he lived.

He stepped inside, his shadow long and tall across the tatami mats on the floor. Rin's face was bathed in the moonlight streaming through the doorway, and his heart melted at the contented little smile that rested on her slumbering lips. Her scent, their scent, was thick in the room, and Sesshomaru had never felt more at home than he did right then.

He left the door cracked a little to let the sweetly scented night air in, and he disrobed once more to crawl in beside his new mate. With no one there to witness such actions, he pressed a tender kiss to her temple, he wrapped his strong arms around her and drew her close. Rin stirred a little, adjusted herself so she was comfortable, and fell promptly back to sleep. It wasn't long before Sesshomaru joined her, finally at peace and almost looking forward to meeting with his mother in the morning.