The Hot Springs

Chapter Eleven of The Hot Springs


“B—but how? There can’t possibly be a way to prevent it, master,” Rin said, having taken a full ten seconds to register Sesshoumaru’s words. His gaze was so powerful that Rin was almost hypnotized by its golden intensity.

“The human mate of my half-brother never destroyed the Shikon no Tama…do you remember the story behind that jewel?” he asked, barely maintaining his restlessness…his palms itched and his body was tense—it was all he could do not to either take off right now to find Inuyasha, or toss Rin to the ground and have his way with her again.

“A shard of it…was in Kohaku’s back,” Rin said slowly, breaking eye contact to try to access her memory. “And his sister took care of him once she was able to remove it safely. After Inuyasha-sama killed Naraku, I don’t think I ever asked about the Shikon no Tama again. What ever happened to Kohaku and his sister, do you know?”

“I do not know what became of Kohaku, but his sister married that monk, who lost the Kazaana in his right hand once Naraku was destroyed. I believe they had quite a few children…Inuyasha’s mate, the girl you saw in the short green kimono, became the keeper of the Shikon no Tama. She, with the help of an elderly priestess and the monk, placed heavy spells of holy binding on the jewel to keep it safe. The seals weakened when the priestess died, and then weakened more when the monk died. They burned the jewel with the girl’s remains once old age overcame her human body. If my guess is right, Inuyasha will soon find the girl’s reincarnation, which will contain the purified Shikon no Tama, having never touched evil in this lifetime. If we find her first, it is possible to use the jewel to grant immortality,” Sesshoumaru finished, watching the play of reactions on Rin’s face.

“Really?! We can really stay together forever?” Rin asked with a desperate tone. Seeing him nod in agreement, Rin felt her heart swell with warmth, and adrenalin surged in her veins. “Sesshoumaru-sama!” Rin cried, jumping up to fling her arms around his neck. Her feet dangled a good foot aboveground, but Rin held on tight, glad to feel her mate’s arms around her again. Sesshoumaru, in that moment, felt like his life was once again whole. He was at ease feeling her slight weight in his arms, smelling her light feminine scent, and pressing those young, soft curves against him. He could hear Rin softy declaring how relieved she was. There’s a way to never feel that pain again. I will never let her leave me…she’s mine. Unable to help his roaming hands after such a long time without his mate’s touch, taste, and smell, Sesshoumaru held Rin against him with one arm while the other drifted down her side. His free hand squeezed the firm flesh of her rear end, earning a little squirming motion from Rin.

“Sesshoumaru-sama…is insatiable,” Rin said, half-joking. Sesshoumaru nuzzled the skin on her neck, and Rin could hear a low purring in his chest, as well as feel a certain bulge against the top of her thighs. If it weren’t for the soreness between those thighs, she might have encouraged him, but instead she pulled one arm from behind his shoulders to indicate that she wanted to be put down. Sesshoumaru acquiesced and set her feet back upon the blanket. Rin could see in his eyes that he was aroused before she would ever need to look down—his stance changed and there was tangible tension in the air. It was exhilarating.

“Rin…” Sesshoumaru said, a new growl in his voice. Rin knew exactly what was on his mind. The lust she could sense coming from him was just as strong as when he had blatantly watched her bathing in the stream earlier in the evening. Though the breeze through the thick forest was minimal, a slightly stronger gust of warm air filtered through the trees, lifting a few strands of Sesshoumaru’s bangs, but his eyes remained steady on her face, blazing a dark gold. Not even the small fire, which would eventually die out, compared to the heat in his gaze.

Rin stepped closer, almost hesitantly bracing her small hands on his broad chest. The cloth underneath was soft, but his muscles were hard. Lifting to the balls of her feet, Rin nuzzled the underside of Sesshoumaru’s chin, urging him to tilt his head back. Once his Adam’s apple was exposed, Rin dropped her mouth to it, molding her lips around the musky skin and sucking lightly. She remembered doing this often in her past life, kissing every part of him that she loved. His hands came up to grasp her shoulders, needing to hold onto her. Rin touched her tongue to his neck and brought her lips away before pulling her tongue down to the dip in his neck.

Her hands worslowslowly, rubbing light small circles around his male nipples through the cloth of his under-robe. Rin could hear his breathing become a little deeper, and his fingers flexed around her shoulders once in a while. Once her lips reached the folds in his under-robe, Rin slid her hands up and beneath the cloth, pushing it to the sides. She noticed anew how warm and firm his skin was, and flattened her palms to feel more of him. Then parting the cloth enough to start working her way down, Rin landed small kisses on his chest as she sunk to her knees. Sesshoumaru’s grip lessened somewhat, but his fingers found something else to hold onto as he laced them into her soft, black hair. Rin mouth reached his navel, and she dropped her tongue inside with short, quick jabs. His stomach muscles convulsed in reaction, but Sesshoumaru wasn’t distracted from the hands quickly tugging at the belt of his under-robe, loosening it and pushing his robe completely open.

Though the late evening was still warm, his body was much warmer and the air was cool against his skin, raising goose bumps. Rin smoothed her hands down the front of his sculpted thighs, corded with muscle. Moving her hands to the backs of his legs, Rin slowly moved her palms upwards as she positioned her mouth in front of the straining length just in front of her and breathed hot air onto the tip. Sesshoumaru’s hands tightened slightly around her head, and Rin heard a barely audible growl. Her hands reached her mate’s backside, and she fitted her hands to its curves, pulling his pelvis forward.

Licking the underside of his arousal, Rin used her memories to remember how to please him best. She knew the spot where he was most sensitive, and rubbed the tip of her tongue there, eliciting a much louder growl this time. Opening her mouth, Rin slid him inside, squeezing her lips around him and rubbing the flat of her tongue over the hot skin. Rin pulled his pelvis towards her again, letting him slip further into her mouth. As if on instinct, Sesshoumaru began a slow thrusting motion into her mouth, breathing hard now. Rin took her hands away, having started his rhythm, and held the base of his arousal with one hand while the other rested on the back of Sesshoumaru’s knee. Rin slackened her jaw, letting him slip a little further inside.

Sesshoumaru could barely think, let alone control what he was doing. Her mouth was hot, and her hands were soft. When Rin tightened her lips around him, sucking harder as he thrust between those wet lips, Sesshoumaru’s chin dropped down to his chest, and his groans sobbed out of his chest. He thrust a little faster, and Rin’s hand stroked over the flesh that he couldn’t fit into her mouth.

Rin could feel Sesshoumaru’s thighs start to shake with strain, and his hands had formed fists in her hair. Rin drew harder upon him, urging him over the edge. When he pushed in one last time and held her head still, Rin listened to his harsh gasps as he released into her mouth. Rin’s memories weren’t very much different, but the experience was new and a little shocking. Swallowing was a little difficult, but Rin managed it, glad that his seed didn’t have much taste to it. When it seemed that he was finished, Rin pulled her head away, using the sleeve of her under-robe to wipe the excess moisture from the corners of her mouth. She wasn’t surprised to see him still hard because in the past when they couldn’t make love and she performed this service, he would wait until his arousal abated before coming to bed. Rin stood up again and watched Sesshoumaru close his under-robe, still breathing heavily.

“You’ll walk around for a bit then?” Rin asked, knowing he needed more time to cool off. As it was, Rin could feel the waves of heat coming from him. Once he tied the belt to his under-robe, he let his eyes met hers again.

“Aa, I’ll be back in a few minutes, love,” he gruffly answered, pulling her closer to press a quick kiss to her cheek. He stepped back then, walking off in a random direction. Rin watched him for a couple of seconds before slipping on her sandals to find the gourd of water on Ah-Un. It only took a few steps to realize that her inner thighs were damp with the arousal that had seeped down her skin, and Rin blushed, now knowing that Sesshoumaru was still hard because he could smell her reaction to him. Continuing on to Ah-Un, Rin washed out her mouth and then drank her fill of water, quickly consuming a piece of dried beef while Ah-Un snored.

The fire was almost completely out, and the moonlight wasn’t able to penetrate the forest’s thick canopy very much, so the darkness was starting to press in on their little campsite. Rin managed to find the blanket again and lied down, waiting for Sesshoumaru’s footsteps. After a few minutes, Rin turned onto her side, facing the smoldering fire. Her muscles felt very sore, but she was too tired for it to keep her awake. She fought sleep for a bit, wanting to wait for Sesshoumaru to return, but it was relentless. Her body felt heavier, and her eyes sagged shut, so Rin let sleep win this time. Just as she was about to drift off, she felt her mate lie down close behind her. His warm body fit itself against her back, and his arms curved around her, supporting her head and pulling her close. Rin sighed, now ready to fall asleep.

Sesshoumaru suppressed the urge to hold her tighter, having been aching for her for sixteen years. His relief was great. Feeling his mate fall asleep, Sesshoumaru contented himself with brushing the pads of his fingers over the skin on the back of her hand, and breathing in her scent as the night settled around them.

~~~~~~Morning~~~~~~

It had grown colder overnight as the sun’s warmth radiated from the earth, and now that it was morning, Rin’s hands were cold and getting a little damp from the morning’s dew. Shivering, Rin shifted to her other side, snuggling into the warmth of her master’s body with her arms curled in front of her. Sesshoumaru had been wondering how long it would take her to turn over, considering the drop in temperature. Rin lied there for a few minutes, hoping to fall back asleep for another half hour. She was still cold, though, and pressed herself even closer, bringing her hips flush against his.

“Mmm… Sesshoumaru-sama…it’s cold,” Rin moaned, wanting him to do something about it. Sesshoumaru smirked, holding her tighter. Rolling Rin onto her back, Sesshoumaru thrust his knee between her legs, covering the rest of her with his body. Rin, startled by the movement, gripped the cloth over his chest. The blanket beneath her still held her own body’s warmth and the demon above her put out more than enough heat, so she was certainly getting warmer now. Sesshoumaru leaned down to her exposed neck, and breathed out hot air over the chilled skin. Rin’s grasp on his under-robe tightened, and she wasn’t prepared when his hand wormed into her own under-robe right where his knee was.

“S—Sesshoumaru…” Rin sighed, feeling his warm hand cup her between her thighs. She set her cheek against his temple, opening her legs a bit to give him more room.

“Rin…you say you’re cold, but it seems like you’re warm to me,” he said, moving his hand to indicate the area he meant. Sesshoumaru rubbed his longest finger along the seam of her lips for a couple of moments, letting her grow damp and kissing the soft skin below her ear. Once Rin’s breathing and heartbeat picked up, Sesshoumaru whispered into her ear not to move. Rin made an agreeing noise, and held herself still. Spreading her delicate skin open with two fingers, Sesshoumaru carefully pressed the tip of his longest finger into her warm flesh until he had buried his digit in her body. Rin’s hands pulled on his under-robe somewhat, but she didn’t move otherwise except to groan through clenched teeth. He then began a slow pumping, careful not to hurt her, but deliberately trying to arouse her.

“Unh…uuunh…master, you make me feel so warm,” Rin breathlessly said, desperate to move against the hand penetrating her body. Sesshoumaru’s jaw tightened, and he growled as his body completely hardened in reaction to their playing. Now that his finger was slick, Sesshoumaru pulled it back out, and found the small button of sensitive flesh that he so enjoyed to play with. Rin stiffened, moving her thighs a little restlessly as her memories vividly recounted the more memorable moments when Sesshoumaru’s hands or mouth, or both, found that secret nubbin of nerves and teased her to high climaxes. Sesshoumaru began to rub his finger in little circles, pushing once in a while. Rin moaned up at the canopy, moving her hips a little to test the waters.

“I missed this,” Sesshoumaru purred, bringing his head up to look down at Rin’s face. “I missed watching you…and the way you look when I’ve given you pleasure.” With that, Sesshoumaru rubbed faster. Rin’s mouth fell open, and she unashamedly bucked her hips up, working the muscles that would soon be ready to convulse of their own will. Through the fog of lust that Rin was in, she managed to galvanize her hands to move and slid them beneath his under-robe. One traveled to his back while the other slid dhis his body. Her arm met the belt of his robe, but she pushed on, eventually find his hip. Rin could tell he was very aroused. His body was even warmer than before, his breathing was downright ragged, and she could feel his length poking her thigh each time she brought her hips up.

“So wet…Rin, you’re so hot and wet…” Sesshoumaru gasped, watching the different expressions she made as her body’s excitement built. Her veins pounded with a new element, which brought up goose bumps and vibrations as it flowed down her body. Rin’s body rolled back onto her shoulders, and she kept her hips in the air. Her pelvis gave little bucks, pushing against the hand that was moving quickly over the slick jewel between her legs.

“Sesshoumaru…uuunhhh! It’s so good!! …Unh! …Unh! So…ohhh…so good, master! Onegai…unh! Onegai! Unh! Uuunh! Uuuuuhhh!” Rin cried out, having reached her first orgasm in this lifetime. She felt a generous amount of warm, slick liquid spill from her pulsating muscles and drip down. A long, shaky cry broke from her lips, and Rin bucked a few more times, gasping as a little more liquid throbbed out. Unable to hold herself up any more, as if some force were pushing her hips down, Rin collapsed back to the blanket. Sesshoumaru brought his wet fingers up to his mouth, cleaning away the moisture. Rin’s cheeks were flushed, so Sesshoumaru was glad that she was now w and and all too happy to warm her again if she wanted. He would have thought that Rin was too tired to even move, but the hand on his hip shifted. Sliding down to the turgid arousal still aching for attention, Rin’s hand fisted around the base of his length.

The air in Sesshoumaru’s lungs suddenly wanted out, and he gasped for air again once his lungs were empty. Rin began to quickly pump her hand over him, squeezing when she knew she should and not slowing down. Sesshoumaru knew he wasn’t going to hold out for very long, especially since he had just watched his mate’s orgasm, and tried to think of a way to release inside her body without hurting her. He knew she was still just as sore, and he never wanted to hurt her again.

“Rin…ung…Rin, I need to move,” Sesshoumaru grunted, stiff with the effort of keeping his seed down. Rin brought her hand up to the nape of Sesshoumaru’s neck, not about to let him have his way this time.

“Now, Sesshoumaru…onegai. I don’t mind…I—I don’t mind it when you spill onto me, master…” Rin hesitantly said, keeping up her hand’s pace and looking up at Sesshoumaru. His eyes, which had been clenched shut, opened to look down at her. He looked very strained.

“Are you saying you like it, Rin?” he asked. He suddenly jerked and looked down at her hand, gasping as if being burned, but not yet climaxing. His body shuddered, and Rin tightened her hand.

“H—hai, Sesshoumaru. I like it…but you don’t have to…” Rin said, embarrassed, and still rapidly pumping her hand. Sesshoumaru’s jaw clenched, and he gave a quick nod. Rin didn’t wait a second more and pulled her fingers down his back. Sesshoumaru yelled out, and Rin could hear his demon’s voice in the lower tones as if two voices were crying out in ecstasy at once. She felt several splashes of hot seed hit her thighs and drip down between her legs. Usually, Sesshoumaru thrust a moremore times when he climaxed, so Rin pumped her hand a few more times, draining him completely. The sounds of gratification that Rin heard were so carnal that they were better praise than any words could have been. Sesshoumaru sank down onto her, not caring about the stickiness between their bodies since his energy was depleted for the next minute or so. His pants sounded loud and harsh in her ear, but Rin was glad to have brought him to orgasm. She wasn’t even sure what it was that she liked when he released himself outside her body, but it made her feel good to know that her hands were enough to make him climax.

A few moments passed before either moved, but it was obvious that they would need to bathe before leaving that morning. Rin listened as Sesshoumaru’s breathing slowed down, and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing his temple. Sesshoumaru thought of the small quest they were about to undertake, and a new sense of urgency filled him. He allowed himself to lie there for another minute, though, listening to the birds waking up, to the breeze ruffling the leaves above their heads, and to Rin’s breathing. Suddenly leaning back, which forced Rin to let go of him, Sesshoumaru deftly came to his feet, and pulled Rin up. Rin was used to this, though, and closed her robe before slipping on her shoes.

They walked to the stream nearby and Rin reluctantly pulled off her robe, chilled again by the nippy morning air, and the temperature of the water was almost enough to keep Rin from bathing, but Sesshoumaru held her close while they walked into the stream up to their waists. Rin scrubbed herself quickly, teeth chattering. Once she was done, she clung to Sesshoumaru, shivering. He walked back with her to the shore, having washed his own seed off his body. He was still confused as to why Rin wanted him to end their love-play in such a way. Rin quickly unfolded the towel that had been sitting on the steep bank and dried herself off. As he dried his own wet skin, Sesshoumaru mentally berated himself for ogling Rin when they really should get going soon. He couldn’t help himself, though…

“Rin,” Sesshoumaru said, shrugging into his outer-robe. Rin looked up, still trying to adjust the belt of her kimono. “Why do you enjoy it?” It was obvious what he was asking about. Rin’s hands paused, and Sesshoumaru saw her face light up. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. “For the year between the time I realized that I lusted fou aou and the night of the hot springs, I must have brought my pleapleasure—thinking of you—almost every night. I had promised myself that someday, my seed wouldn’t empty onto the ground but into you,” he explained, tightening his belt and adjusting the front of his outer-robe.

“Sesshoumaru-sama…” Rin said with a surprised sigh, forgetting her kimono belt and walking towards him.

“When you asked me to release onto you rather than inside you this morning, I thought for a split second that you didn’t want my seed,” he said, not looking at her as he donned his armor. Rin came to within a foot from him and grasped his hands, stopping what he was doing.

“Sesshoumaru-sama…I like knowing that my hands can give you as much pleasure as my body…and—and it’s hard to describe, master,” Rin said, frustrated at her loss of words. “I won’t ask it of you again. Gomen-nasai.” Rin stepped back and bowed her head down, angry with herself for acting so selfishly.

“Rin…I didn’t finish what I had to say,” Sesshoumaru said, his voice softer. Rin took it to be anger and bowed a little lower, apologizing again. She tensed when his hands grasped her shoulders and pulled her back up. Rin looked into his eyes a little worriedly, but was relieved when she didn’t see any anger in his gaze. “Rin—after that split second, I realized that I wanted to do the things you like. I remembered that in our previous life you once listened to thetasitasies I had dreamed of, and fulfilled each one of them several times over, but I never did the same for you. I didn’t even think of it.”

“Oh…” Rin said, a little taken aback that he wasn’t angry with her at all. Rin tried to access her memory for the things she had desired in her previous life, and blushed as she recalled a few. They’re so…naughty.

“Tell me one of them,” Sesshoumaru asked, grabbing Rin’s attention again.

“Right now?” Rin asked, bringing her hands up to cover the blush on her cheeks.

“Aa, before we leave, tell me one,” Sesshoumaru said, leaning back up a little. Rin tried to find the most innocent one, but though it was less sinful than all the others, it certainly wasn’t innocent. Rin couldn’t bring herself to look at him while she spoke, and looked at his chest instead.

“While I was sewing, I would dream that you abruptly entered the room—you wouldn’t say anything, but you’d go straight for me, and…” Rin paused for a second or two, blushing and grimacing. “—And take me by force…S—Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin finished, closing her eyes and looking down. Though she didn’t see it, a large smirk drifted up to Sesshoumaru’s face. I hadn’t thought of that one yet. He felt himself stir, however, upon imaginin him himself, and shook his head as if to shake loose his shameless imaginings. Seeing that Rin’s kimono belt was still in disarray, Sesshoumaru straightened it, putting everything in place and smoothing the wrinkles.

“Let’s go then. I’m sure Inutaisho would be happy to see you,” Sesshoumaru said, helping Rin up the steep bank as she clutched to the towels and soiled under-robes. Rin cleaned up the campsite rather quickly while Sesshoumaru readied their pack animal. The sun’s rays broke over the horizon when they found their seats on Ah-Un, and Sesshoumaru wrapped the end of his fur pelt around Rin to keep her warm. Lifting off with a whinnying grunt from Ah-Un, they headed home.

~~~~~~Mid-afternoon~~~~~~

Rin fell asleep for an hour or so after they had been traveling for a good five hours. When she woke up again, the surrounding area looked very familiar. She knew that they were very close to home, and her heart jumped with excitement. Sesshoumaru could tell that she was getting worked up because he could clearly hear her heartbeat pounding faster. During the hour that Rin slept, Sesshoumaru couldn’t help but study her face, and feel his heart beat heavily because of it. He used to stare at her all the time. In her previous life—when she was a blooming teenager—Sesshoumaru remembered how one day he suddenly noticed for the first time that she was now an adult human. Her smile seemed easier and more mature, her chest rounded and grew heavier, and her face looked more sculpted and fine. It was how she looked now…just into adulthood—beautiful. He wanted her to always look this young and fresh.

Rin bounced up and down a little as they neared the mansion, and kept pointing down to their home, despite the fact that it was completely hidden. Though Sesshoumaru was glad to be back, even though it was only for the night, he couldn’t help but watch her breasts bounce underneath her kimono. He just hoped that he could wait until dinnertime.

“Sesshoumaru-sama! I can’t wait to see him!” Rin squealed, moving restlessly. Ah-Un was quickly descending, moaning a little as if to announce their arrival. Sesshoumaru sniffed the area a bit, and was pleased to know that Inutaisho was already below them, waiting in case the visitors were not friendly, and ready to deal with them.

Rin was ready to pull her hair out—she was so nervous. They landed pretty heavily, and Rin was jarred for a few seconds. Sesshoumaru steadied her with his hands on her upper arms, and was surprised to hear that her heartbeat was incredibly fast. Rin looked around, clearly remembering the scenery from her memories. Her eyes immediately found the full-grown hanyou, decked out in dark blue armor with a wicked-looking sword at his side. Though he somewhat blended into the background, his long mane of white hair gave him away easily. His dog-ears twitched, and the hand clenched over the hilt of his still-sheathed sword loosened. Rin saw him sniff the air, and then his stance relaxed completely as his face changed to one of battle-readiness to one of longing. Rin felt her heart palpitate painfully, and barely noticed that Sesshoumaru was prodding her to get off of Ah-Un “Inutaisho! Stop bothering Jaken!”

“Tai-chan, your mother loves you just as much…”

“Okaasan! Okaasan! Look, look!”

“Tai-chan! Sugoi!”

“Okaasan…are you sick?”

"I’ll be fine, Inutaisho…it’s just a flu…”

“Okaasan?” Inutaisho called, hesitantly but kindly spoken. Rin nodded vigorously and slid down from Ah-Un’s back. Inutaisho’s face reddened and scrunched together a bit with emotion, and he started to walk towards her. Unable to help herself, Rin ran at her eldest son, feeling a generous amount of tears slide down her face. Her vision was blurry but she could still see him. Opening her arms, Rin audibly sobbed as Inutaisho spread his arms, braced for her.

“Tai-chan!” Throwing her arms around his shoulders, Rin pulled him as close as she could, crying against his neck. Her son had grown to Sesshoumaru’s height, so she dangled a bit. Inutaisho hid his face against her shoulder, breathing in his mother’s scent. He hadn’t been this happy in years.

“Okaasan…I missed you,” Inutaisho whispered with a gravelly voice. His hold on her tightened a bit, and Rin sniffed, feeling the tears ebb somewhat. Inutaisho felt a hand on his shoulder, and lifted his head. His eyes were glassy with unshed tears, but he could see his father’s face. Though his father rarely held any expressions, the smallest smile was there, and Inutaisho nodded in agreement. Setting his mother down, Inutaisho smiled down at her, somewhat awkward with the fact that his mother was once again so young—much younger than him. It was surreal.

“Are you well, okaasan?” he asked, seeing his mother’s kind face smile in acknowledgement.

“Aa, very well. Your otousan has been taking good care of me.” Rin looked him over, trying to check for any differences een een how he looked now and how she remembered him.

“And how are you? Are you staying out of trouble?” Inutaisho gave her a cocky smile, rubbing the back of his head in nervousness.

“Mostly…” he slowly said.

“He managed to anger the Eastern Lord. The part of the border he checks lies to the east, and Fukurou’s retainers caught him and Fukurou’s daughter together,” Sesshoumaru supplemented, earning an angry glare from Inutaisho. Rin gasped in shock.

“Inutaisho! You know better than that!” Rin admonished.

“But okaasan, I didn’t mate with her yet! I love her!” Inutaisho insisted, looking down at his mother. Rin’s face suddenly changed, and Inutaisho braced himself. Mother’s mood swings were a common occurrence.

“Really? Tai-chan, that’s great! When are you marrying? What does she look like?” Rin asked, stepping close and clasping her hands together. Inutaisho’s face reddened, and he stuttered a bit.

“My love, Fukurou has forbidden his daughter from seeing our son ever again,” Sesshoumaru said. “It’s doubtful now that they will marry. And I won’t have my son marry an owl youkai. They are too weak.”

“But Sesshoumaru-sama, her father is powerful enough to hold the Eastern lands. That must say something about their strength,” Rin pointed out.

“Aa, but I could take their kingdom whenever I wanted,” Sesshoumaru said, bracing his hand on the hilt of his sword.

“Otousan, Yokiri is a strong youkai! I won’t have you say such things about her!” Inutaisho yelled, which got Sesshoumaru’s eyes down to slits. Rin saw the impending argument coming and sought to stop it before it started.

“I’m hungry!” she piped up, distracting Inutaisho and Sesshoumaru. Inutaisho pouted in regret and said,

“Gomen, okaasan, but I have not yet started the evening meal.”

“Ah, that’s fine! I will cook it. I’m even better at it since I used to cook for a human lord in the northeast,” Rin explained, taking a few steps towards the mansion. She seemed to make a last-minute decision and pulled Inutaisho down for a kiss to the forehead.

“You must tell me about Yokiri at dinner, ne?” Rin asked, getting a blush out of Inutaisho.

“H—hai, okaasan,” Inutaisho said, looking askance at his angry father. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours. I was going to search the area around the complex. We’ve had a few crow youkai flying around lately.”

“Really?” Rin said, looking up as if to see a crow youkai above her head. “Good luck then. I’ll have it ready by the time you get back.” Jogging away with her kimono hiked up a bit, Rin waved as she went before continuing on into the genkan.

“I can’t believe you finally found her,” Inutaisho said, looking at the closed door of the house.

“Aa, and I won’t let her die again,” Sesshoumaru said, which got Inutaisho’s head around pretty quickly. “We will leave tomorrow…to find Inuyasha, his mate, and the Shikon no Tama.”

“So you’re going to try it then?” Inutaisho asked, a little shocked.

“If we find her in time, it will work,” Sesshoumaru affirmed, giving Inutaisho a hard stare. Inutaisho seemed to back off, and nodded. Without another word, he darted off towards the complex wall, on the hunt for crows. Sesshoumaru watched him go, and then let a little smirk float up to his lips.

~~~~~~Inside~~~~~~

Rin looked around for a minut so, so, seeing that most things were still where she remembered them. It was a little dusty, but she could clean after she settled into the house again. Stepping into the kitchen, Rin clucked her tongue at the dirty dishes sitting in the wooden bucket near the door. She took out a clean pan and filled it halfway with water from the well. Setting it over the stones, she took a couple of minutes to build up a fire. Then washing her hands, she retrieved a few radishes and sat on her shins in front of the side counter, chopping off the leafy tops. A few potatoes and carrots were sitting on the table behind her, waiting their turn.

It felt good to be home.

Humming very softly, Rin finished dicing one radish and began to start on another. Inutaisho would soon have a wife, if she had anything to say about it. It would be another female to talk to once she returned. At that thought, Rin wondered about her other three children. She wondered if Jaken would return before they left with news of Genbu and Toku’s progress in the Northern Lands. Sighing to herself, Rin knew it was a slim chance that Jaken would return this night of all nights. She resumed her humming, barely paying attention to the melody she was singing. It was quiet inside, and she could plainly hear the birds outside, and the rustle of leaves as a gust of wind caught the treetops. Setting the knife down, Rin was reaching for a bowl to put the radishes in when the door to the kitchen slid open very noisily. Startled, Rin jerked in surprise and looked behind her.

Before she could find the source of the noise, though, her whole body kept turning with her head, and she was roughly placed on the table, chest down, about a foot from the pile of vegetables. She felt her arm bent up behind her back to keep her still and winced a little from the discomfort. Her knees felt a little abused since some of her weight landed on them when she was pushed down to the table. Gasping for air since her adrenalin was up, Rin looked behind her. Sesshoumaru was there, holding her down but not looking at her face. Instead, his other hand was shoving her kimono up, and he ripped her belt, which had given her so much trouble earlier. Her neck muscles were too strained so Rin let her head face forward again and gripped the other edge of the table with her free hand. That’s when she felt him rip the back of her kimono, from the bottom of her neck to the small of her back.

“Sesshoumaru-sama! My kimono!” Rin cried, upset that the new one he had provided that morning was now ruined beyond repair. Sesshoumaru pushed her arm up a bit further, an action that bordered on pain, and Rin gasped.

“Quiet,” Sesshoumaru commanded, moving her knees apart now that he had exposed her backside. She was suddenly reminded of what had almost happened in the old master’s storehouse—and what might have been a very traumatizing rape. But this was Sesshoumaru—her mate both in soul and body. He was granting her a fantasy, and Rin wanted him to force her. Her heart was pounding so hard that she could hear her own heartbeat in her ears. His fingers touched the nape of her neck, and Rin braced herself. Pulling his fingers down very slowly, Sesshoumaru listened as Rin cried out softly into the tabletop. Her scent of arousal grew very distinct, only hardening him more. Earlier, when he was walking to the front door, just thinking about what he was about to do had been enough to bring his manhood to full attention.

Releasing himself from his confining clothes, Sesshoumaru purred a bit as the tip lightly brushed Rin’s damp womanhood. Rin moved her pinned arm a bit, but Sesshoumaru only tightened his grip. Sliding the head of his member into her warm muscles, he growled in exultation since she was so tight, still relatively new to mating with her younger body. Rin groaned a little, restlessly moving her rear end. Assured that he was in position, Sesshoumaru shoved forward, pressing deeply into her, stretching her muscles and filling her completely. Rin gasped, squeezing the edge of the table.

“Uhhh!” Rin breathily moaned, feeling her inner muscles throb with pleasurable strain. Sesshoumaru didn’t wait long and pulled back before bucking forward again. Rin’s body rocked over the table to his thrusts, which were hard and at a moderately fast pace. He was controlling her and making sure that she knew it. Rin couldn’t contain the sexy moans and sighs that she made. It felt so good. The way he held her down, but deliberately aroused her; the way he thrust into her, hard but not violent—pleasurable but not painful—Rin knew that it would bring her to one of the hardest, highest, longest climaxes she had ever felt, in both lifetimes. His free hand held her right hip, pulling her back into his pelvis for each thrust. As his pace quickened, Rin’s head became stuffy, and she could no longer think straight.

“S—Sess…uuuuunh…” Rin moaned, dizzy beyond belief. She tightened her grip on the table as if to make sure she didn’t float away.

“Let it come, love,” Sesshoumaru said, his voice low and rough. Rin gasped, feeling the dizziness spreading down her body. Her skin was tingling as if it had woken up from being asleep.

“It’s too much… too…mu—much… master! Unh!” Rin gasped, her body shuddering from the tension. Sesshoumaru rolled his hips a bit, keeping up the fast pace, and Rin half-groaned, half-sobbed.

“You want this. Let it come,” he said, a little louder. “Rin…” Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth, needing to take a few seconds to calm himself. His mind was entirely on how she felt—he could sense her desperation, but the tightness around him, rubbing over him like a slick fist, was getting him too hot, too close, and he growled from the strain of keeping his seed inside. Rin was panting against the table, gasping as her climax took hold of her entire body.

“Sesshoumaru! Uhhh! Uuuhh!” Rin cried out, which was half-muffled against the table. She made a high, short noise, and stiffened. Dropping her forehead onto the table, Rin’s vision went black but her deepest muscles still worked perfectly fine, throbbing fast and hard as she drenched her master’s length. Sesshoumaru gasped but held his own, releasing his mate’s arm as she orgasmed on the table. Holding her luscious hips, Sesshoumaru was awed by the feel of her muscles contracting around him, and he gave her a few small thrusts, lengthening the climax. Smelling her tears, Sesshoumaru realized that she was crying and leaned over her to check that he had not hurt her. He moved her arm back to a normal position, rubbing her elbow.

“Rin, did I hurt you?” Sesshoumaru asked, removing himself from her body despite his need to finish. Rin shook her head against the table, sniffing. Sliding his hands beneath her, Sesshoumaru pulled Rin back into an upright position, and she awkwardly turned around on her knees, feeling a bit sore and wobbly. Her belt fell uselessly from her waist, letting her kimono sag open from the front as well. Sesshoumaru looked at Rin’s face, trying to use his connection with her to determine her mood. She seemed happy enough.

“Arigatou, Sesshoumaru,” Rin said, pulling him into a hug. She squeezed tightly, having been thoroughly gratified. Sesshoumaru returned her embrace, feeling his member pulsate with need and breathing heavily against Rin’s shoulder. Swallowing his growl, Sesshoumaru brought his fingers up to Rin’s exposed neck and pulled his fingers down quickly, which stiffened Rin’s spine and earned him a gasp of desire. He leaned her back over the table again and pressed his lips to her shocked mouth. Bringing his hand down to the warm place between them, Sesshoumaru slid himself into her body’s constrictive muscles and listened to Rin’s groan as she wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled back and pushed in again, ending their kiss and gasping as if he were injured. Rin held onto his biceps, trying to hold onto reality as she rocked over the table. Pumping into her, Sesshoumaru suckled the skin on Rin’s neck as the sensations built up in his body. Heat welled up into his length, forcing his focus to a single point.

“Rin…” Sesshoumaru growled, leaning back and looking down at his mate as she restlessly moved upon the table. He found Rin’s hands and gripped them, palm to palm. Hearing drums in his ears, his own heartbeat, Sesshoumaru closed his eyes, feeling her soul brushing his in the small space between them. Rin gasped and stiffened beneath him, squeezing his hands tightly as she climaxed again.

“Sesshoumaru,” Rin moaned, pushing Sesshoumaru over the edge. The heat rose quickly and he pulled out of her, resting over her lower abdomen as he orgasmed onto her heated skin. He groaned through the pleasure, gritting his teeth and grasping Rin’s hands. Spilling his seed onto her, Sesshoumaru felt like his lungs couldn’t get enough air, and his blood pounded fast through his veins.

They spent the next couple of minutes regaining their breath and cooling off, and Sesshoumaru eventually opened his eyes, looking down at Rin, who was self-consciously covering herself with the remains of her kimono. He leaned down over her, bringing his eyes to level with hers.

“Would you like me to do that again sometime?” he asked, brushing the pads of his fingers over her naked thighs. Rin bit down on her lower lip, blushing up at him prettily.

“Sometime…very much so, Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin said as he rested his weight on his elbows. A thought then popped into her head. “Oh, no! I still have to make dinner! And now I have to bathe! S—Sesshoumaru-sama, I must hurry!” Rin gasped, pushing a little with her hands on his chest and impatiently moving her legs. Sesshoumaru smirked above her, chuckling lightly, which gave Rin pause. He rarely laughed, so this was something to see. “What is it, Sesshoumaru-sama?”

“I missed you…you always made me this happy,” he said, smiling softly at her. Rin couldn’t help herself and felt tears in her eyes. She pulled his head down for a kiss, squeezing her thighs against his hips.

“I hope to make you even happier, Sesshoumaru-sama,” Rin quietly declared once their lips parted. “I want to see you laugh more…now let me up, master. I must fix dinner!”

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This one fought me a little, but I was persistent! Please email me if you wish to review! Most of the reviews for my tenth chapter bemoaned the fate of NC-17 stories on FF.net. I need reviews to help feed my muse…if only a little. Thanks for being patient!

~~Sincerely,
The Black Cat