InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Trust ❯ Chapter 9
Uh, yeah… Lemon-type material ahead--you've been warned.
Chapter 9
Absently, Nzinga noted the beauty of the surrounding forest as she ran. The trees were thick and lush, and the noises surrounding her were proof that the woods were healthy. The sky was bright, the sun warm…it was a beautiful day, but…
"Why are you following me, ass?" Zi snarled without turning her head.
"Where are you going?" Sesshomaru countered. He had easily caught up to her in spite of her head start.
She stopped suddenly, chest heaving, eyes wide. "I don't KNOW! I have to get away from---" she stopped.
"From me?" He had also stopped running, and stood just out of arm's length.
"Why are you doing this?" She shouted. "Why are you making this more difficult?"
His eyes narrowed. "You never answered me," He murmured, his velvet steel voice running along her nerve endings. She drew in a deep breath, which only made his enticing scent flood her nose. She began to tremble, and let out a low hiss.
"I told you I don't know! I didn't plan it out. I thought I would just endure it alone until it was over." She swallowed, trying not to look at him. Her frustration was making her abrupt. "You can survive without me for a few days. Just tell me where, and I will meet up with the rest of you."
Sesshomaru could feel his breath coming faster as he regarded the woman in front of him. He stepped closer, some distant part of his mind wondering why he didn't just leave her be. The thought was answered almost immediately.
The idea that she might find another to satisfy her burning need filled him with a cold rage. Shifter women's fertile periods were violent in their intensity, and some didn't care who filled the need, as long as it was filled. He was taking no chance with her.
He reached a hand out to grasp her arm. She snarled, slashing out with her claws and slapping it away. Every move she made now was a challenge to his dominance and a strain to his already taxed control.
"Let…me…leave…" she forced out, clearly near the end of her control. She still had enough self-possession to know that running at this point would set off all his predator instincts.
With his blinding speed, he was suddenly behind her. He pinned her arms to her side, and pressed himself against her. Nzinga hissed and strained against him as she felt the evidence of his arousal against her back. He leaned down and spoke into her ear.
"I will let no one else take you," he growled. "Especially not during your heat." He ground himself against her, forcing a plaintive moan from her. She dropped her head back against him.
"You have no claim on me," she panted.
Angered by her response, he growled and turned her to face him. Against her will, she squirmed against him, seeking relief. He brought his mouth within an inch of hers.
"I place one now." He lowered his mouth to hers, and she dug her claws into his legs as she moaned.
All the pent up frustrations of the past weeks were conveyed through his kiss. Sesshomaru backed her up against a nearby tree, grinding himself into her, as she continued to moan helplessly. He released her arms in order to glide his hands up her sides to her breasts. She in turn slid her hands up into his thick silver hair, fisting them while she returned the kiss fiercely.
Abruptly, she pulled back on his head, breaking the kiss. His eyes were clear and sharp, and burned into hers.
"You still resist my claim." He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, eliciting another moan from her. "Why?"
"I cannot stop you from placing a claim," She lowered one hand to the nape of his neck, and began to lightly stroke her fingers along his skin. "But until I accept it, it will not set." She released him suddenly and shoved at his chest, forcing him back. She bared her fangs, snarling, "I am Nzinga, warrior of the Storm Water sept of the Panther Clan. I am a daughter of the black kingdoms, and the bearer of Scathach, She Who Strikes Fear." Her tone was cutting, a clear challenge.
Her gaze raked him from head to foot, expectant and unyielding.
"What have you done to justify claiming me?" She growled.
He regarded her through narrowed eyes, fighting down the arousal that was screaming for him to take her. "I am Sesshomaru of the Green Valley sept of the Dog Clan, first son of Clan leader Masaharu. I have pack leader status within my clan, accepting only seasoned warriors to my ranks.
"No one doubts my worth. And woman," his eyes narrowed, "you try my patience."
She actually had the nerve to smile as she purred, "Don't ask for what you can't take."
Sesshomaru was caught between disbelief and fury. He did not know if she was doing it deliberately, but she was hitting every one of his triggers and it was all he could do not to attack her.**
Seeing him hold back, Nzinga was driven to provoke him some more. She raised an eyebrow, then rolled her eyes in obvious dismissal, turning as if to walk away.
Sesshomaru grabbed her arm and spun her to face him. Brandished claws and a threatening hiss were ignored as he dragged her body up against his own.
Sesshomaru's answering snarl rumbled through her chest and he grasped her bottom in both hands, grinding her even more into his erection. She moaned, and raised her mouth to his, kissing him urgently. He responded just as fiercely, one hand on the back of her head, entwined in her braids. He pulled her head back, wanting access to her throat.
Nzinga shivered as his lips traveled its length, biting along the way. She fisted her hands in his tunic as he continued lavishing attention on her neck and shoulders. Wanting as much contact with him as possible, she began to sink to the ground, drawing Sesshomaru with her.
She reached up and began unlacing her leather vest, desperate for him to have access to more of her. As soon as she was exposed, Sesshomaru slid his mouth from her neck down to one breast, drawing the nipple into his mouth. Her tightened grip encouraged him to suck harder. He rolled her other nipple in between his thumb and forefinger, causing her to cry out.
For a second, her mind cleared somewhat, and she felt despair wash over her.
To his credit, Sesshomaru sensed the shift in her mood. Her lover raised hooded eyes to her, the gold orbs sparking red in his desire.
"Tell me what you want." He whispered.
"I can't stop…it's too late, but…" She was having difficulty even forming mental words at this point, so he probed deeper into her mind.
What he saw gave him pause. If this was all he wanted, they could continue with no regrets or blame. But if he was actually pursuing her as a mate…she preferred to wait until she was surer of him. She wanted to be able to have the choice, not have it torn from her by her mating instinct.
He lowered his mouth to her temple and kissed it, sweat flavoring her skin.
" I can wait for you…I can wait until all of you wants me." He looked at the woman shuddering in his arms, almost mindless in her need. He frowned; why was it so powerful? How did she withstand this every month?
"But I won't leave you in such need."
Gathering her to him, he undressed her quickly. He clenched his jaw as the hot, heavy scent of her desire rose to his nose. He sat her on his lap facing him. With her legs straddling his hips, she was completely open to him. Her head was thrown back and her breath came in short pants.
He bit her where her throat met her shoulder, then ran his lips up to hers. One arm wrapped around her waist, while the other slid along her inner thigh.
He ran one finger over the sensitized flesh between her legs, sliding one finger inside her. He began to stroke her in a slow rhythm.
"I won't leave you…" He added another finger, and she moaned in pleasure, arching against him, "…for someone else to find." He increased the rhythm of his fingers, stroking her intently as he watched her face. Her lids were heavy, and her mouth hung open slightly as she panted.
Her hips began to buck against his hand. He was momentarily mesmerized by the way those motions made her breasts bounce. Tightening his hold around her waist, he leaned forward and took one into his mouth.
Nzinga's hands moved to bury themselves in his hair from where they had been digging into his arms. She jerked, hissing as he bit lightly at one nipple.
"I need…I need…I need…" each repetition was more forceful than the last.
He lifted his head from her breasts. "I know, woman." Running his claws lightly down her back, he set his mouth on hers, plunging a third finger into her depths.
His mouth muffled her wail as he began thrusting into her even harder than before. Faster then before. Her exhalations became more forceful as he plunged his fingers into her again and again.
Sesshomaru was ruthless. All of his will was bent towards suppressing his need to rut, and none could be spared towards being gentle with her. It was all he could do not to free his shaft from his own breeches and lower her onto it.
As her inner muscles began to tighten around his fingers, he began growling, imagining his manhood buried in her as she peaked. He breathed in air filled with her musk, and he knew he had to drive her to completion before his restraint gave way and he took her.
Keeping his fingers inside her, he began to rub his thumb across her swollen flesh. Her body jerked, and she whimpered with his first motion. It only took another few movements before she was convulsing in his arms, her head thrown back as she keened her pleasure.
Sesshomaru kept his arm around her as she slumped forward, clenching her fists in his sleeves. He waited until her tremors lessened, then withdrew his fingers from her. This drew a surprised grunt from her as it set her off again. This time he held her with both arms as she trembled.
She curled into him like a child, face buried in his shoulder, hanging on to his clothing for dear life. He turned his head and kissed her ear. She drew in a ragged breath. Now that her mind was clearer, she recognized the scent of his arousal. She felt guilty for his frustrated state, even though the languor overtaking her body was powerful antidote for such a useless emotion. Lightheaded though she was, her inherent sense of fairness would not allow her to continue ignoring his needs in favor of her own.
Unclenching one hand from his shirt, she ran it down his chest, feeling his stomach muscles contract as she continued down to his waist.
Using both hands, she freed his member from the confines of his breeches.
"What are you doing?" He gritted from clenched teeth.
"Don't worry," Nzinga murmured. "You've taken the edge off, and I'm in my right mind again."
He sucked in a sharp breath as she began to massage his length. With all the earlier stimulation, it wasn't long before he released his seed with a low groan.
Head buried in her shoulder, he spent the next minutes regaining his composure.
"My claim stands," he murmured, holding one of her braids between two fingers.
He thought she was asleep until a faint thought reached him, "Placed…not set, dog boy."
He smiled in response and pressed a kiss to her collarbone. It wouldn't be long before it set, he was certain of it.