The Hot Springs

Author Notes:
suman: a more masculine, more familiar form of "I'm sorry."
aniki: one form of saying "older brother."
hakama: Japanese male's formal divided skirt.
onegai: an informal form of "please."
tabi: Japanese socks (with split toe)
haori: Japanese male formal coat.

~~~~~~A Quarter-Mile from the Eastern Border~~~~~~
By the light of the half-moon above, Inutaisho spun Yokiri around, gripping her close to him and enjoying the fleeting kisses she left all over his face. He could hear the fluttering beat of her heart and the warmth of her skin through the flimsy dress she wore. He could not deny the immense happiness jubilantly singing through his blood, and all his petty concerns fled to the distant recesses of his mind.
Purposefully tripping, he braced her fall as they thudded to the ground. She screamed and giggled at the same time, huffing as the air was knocked out of her lungs.
"I knew you'd come!! I wished so hard for it!" she breathlessly yet earnestly admitted, pulling hersup hup his body and pressing close as she tucked her face to the bend in his neck. He felt the dampness from her happy tears on his neck, as well as the dampness of the cool grass under his back, and curved his arms around her, holding her soft curves against him.
"Suman, Yokiri," he apologized, tightening his arms. Slipping one leg between hers and bracing thel oel of his boot in the soft grass beneath them, he let the silence of their happy reunion reign for a few moments. Holding her in his arms as if they were in a home and settling down for the night as husband and wife, he looked up to the sky, smeared with high, wispy clouds. The partial moon did a good job of piercing the thin layer of clouds. A couple of stars blinked at him from holes and thin spots, and the ever-flowing waterfall in front of them seemed strangely quiet that night. He felt very content.
It was the moment that he realized that he would claim Yokiri as his wife, even if he had to kidnap her and defy his own father's wishes.
"What kept you, Inutaisho?" she quietly asked, not knowing how amusing that question suddenly was to the hanyou she now lay upon. He could feel her hand brushing the front of his haori and her chest moving in and out as she breathed.
"If I asked you to, would you...would you leave your family?" he hesitantly asked, knowing how much she loved her younger bers.ers. It was no secret that she held little regard for her parents, who had been mated to each other without their own consent—an arranged match by her grandfather and a neighboring owl clan. Hearing how much he respected his own parents, Yokiri had expressed that she wanted to meet them someday. But as the eldest, even though she was female, she had duties to her family...
"It would depend," she eventually replied, her answer deliberately vague. Brushing his fingers over her sides, he pondered this statement.
"Depend on what?" he asked a few seconds later, enjoying the weight and warmth of her body.
"On why you wanted me to leave them." Both were treading thin ice here, weighing their words carefully and yet relishing the romantic, if anxious, tension. He could feel her skin heating up against his throat and knew she was blushing...
"Will you bless me with happiness for the rest of my life and bind yourself to me as my mate?" he rushed out in one breath, his own skin heating up. He heard an excited muffled squeal against his neck right before her head lifted up.
"Really?! Oh, yes! Yes, I will! I will, I will!" she squeaked out, utterly giddy. With her feathered hair framing her face, her smile was almost infectious. She looked down at his smirking, devilishly handsome visage, and with the toss of her head, throwing her mane of hair to one side, she leaned down to his firm lips, sharing a happy kiss with him.
He took it to be more than that, though, and held her closer, intending on taking their kiss much further. Sliding his hand to the back of her head and arching both his neck and back, he deepened the kiss and subtly swiveled his pelvis. It rubbed his leg against the juncture of her thighs, earning him a soft, feminine moan that was mostly lost in their kiss. His hand traveled down her back, smoothing the wrinkles in her thin, light blue dress, before finding the firm rear end that he always loved to admire whenever it was presented to him. Gyrating his hips now, his hand helped press her into his body at the right moment, and he felt his heartbeat quicken when he realized that she was responding with the same movement, which rubbed against his already swelling manhood.
"Yokiri..." he whispered, his voice unnaturally low as the demon part of his blood began to react more quickly than the human part. Her pores were exuding a scent that practically shouted for him to take her, mate with her and forever mark her as his own. Wrapping his other arm around her ribs and pressing his hand more insistently against her backside, he tried to slow down, but his hips wanted to buck himself into a warm, tight place and empty his love into her body.
All too soon, he felt her hands pushing upon his shoulders. He didn't want to let go, but loosened his hold enough for her to break free of his seeking mouth. She gasped for air, baring her neck to his eyes, and he stringed kisses along the sleek column as if creating a pearl necklace. Feeling her shudder against him, he tightened his hold, willing her with his body to let him do what they both wanted...
"Inutaisho," she groaned out, giving in for a second and rubbing her hips over the leg thrust between them. "I can't...—not here." His lips continued to nibble the skin on her neck as if he hadn't heard her, but his lower half stopped.
"Where then?" he gruffly queried, willing to do anything to have her the way his body was meant to.
"Not now, either... onegai, Inutaisho," she softly begged, unable to remember a time when she wanted him more. The desire that he evoked in her was working full force, and it was by sheer dint of will that she didn't simply hike up her dress and let him roll her beneath him.
He let his neck relax and dropped his head back to the ground, lowering his leg and hoping that his other limb would go down soon. The rigidity in her back slackened and she sunk onto him, setting her forehead against his.
"Yokiri," he quietly said, and he couldn't keep the frustration out of his tone.
"I know...I know!" she said, an apologetic tone in her voice. Lifting her head a few inches, she looked down at his face, noticing the darker tones along his cheekbones.
"When can you leave?" he asked. Deciding to avoid a fight, he turned the subject to a slightly happier topic. She was silent for a minute or so, pondering the timing.
"I need to get a few personal belongings...and wait until my father has left again. Then I'll be able to slip by the guards at the western gate... And I believe he'll be visiting my aunt in five days to ask about a weapon that she came upon."
"Five days then? We'll meet back here?" he asked, looking into her eyes. Those shining amethyst irises gleamed back at him, and he watched the happiness inside her surge to the surface.
"Hai...in five days, when the moon is at its zenith, I shall return and become your mate." Greatly tempted to taste his lips again, she looked to the side at a few blades of grass, forcing herself to think of other matters. Hearing a small chuckle and feeling it beneath her, she turned her face back again to look at him in confusion.
"And once I've brought you home, you'll finally let me beneath your dress?" he joked, earning him a rueful expression.
"Just because I'm saving myself until the marking night doesn't mean I'm avoiding—"
"You mean ‘just because I'm a prude?'" he prodded, egging her on.
"I am not a prude! I've been draped all over you for the past ten minutes!" she scoffed, lightly whapping his shoulder.
"You've been draped all over me for the past year and denied me every time I would have myself between these bewitching thighs of yours," he said, squeezing said body part with his hand.
"That certainly doesn't mean I'm a prude! Prudes wouldn't even let you kiss them, let alone fondle their womanly areas until forced to make you stop!"
"Ah, so you are a tease then. Giving a little taste every time we meet until I feel as if I have to relieve myself with my own hands," he crudely pointed out, teasing her with a buck of his hips. He watched her cheeks flame red and had to tighten his arms to keep her from getting up off of him.
"You're the horny one! Always putting your hands on my breasts or even trying to get them between...b-beneath my clothes!"
"I'm half-demon and male! What did you expect? And you've no right to call me overly ‘horny' when I recall that it was you who bestowed the first kiss in our rather odd relationship."
This quieted her, and she sighed, relaxing her muscles again.
"Fine then...the night we reach your home, we can finally consummate our ‘odd relationship,'" she conceded, feeling a rush of warm blood flood her cheeks.
"As many times as I want?" he asked, getting her face even redder. "...In as many ways as I want?" he added, his voice lowering as pictures entered his brain unbidden. Yokiri's eyes widened in slight mortification, and she pushed upon his shoulders, finally sitting back upon her ankles and crossing her arms as she looked to the side, obviously scandalized. He rose upon his elbows, smiling at her.

~~~~~~The Northern Great Ravine~~~~~~
"Ikkatsu?" Toku gently called, getting her attention. Genbu, now chafing for the night to be over so that he could confront the ever-nearing army, sat a few feet away, watching as Toku knelt merely a foot in front of the depressed fire demon. She raised her head, showing him her red-tinged eyelids and the streaks on her cheeks from her dried tears. Seeing a sympathetic face in front of her was very much appreciated, and she attempted a small, if remorseful, smile.
"How are you feeling?" he started off, taking it slow.
"Guilty," she replied, an obvious and yet confusing answer.
"Why ‘guilty?'"
"For being the one who survived?" she ventured, probably not too sure of her feelings herself. She reached up to wipe at her cheeks again, taking a deep breath. Since it reminded him, he looked down at her thigh, and noticed that the bleeding had stopped. Wondering if she was healed enough for him to remove the bandage, he reached forward, feeling along the wrappings and searching for edge. She held still, watching his hands gently removing the bandage. Once the last strip was carefully peeled away, he examined the wound, which was puckered closed and would soon smooth itself out, leaving behind no trace that it had ever been there at all.
"Looks like you'll be okay," he said, still looking at the wound and examining it for any abnormalities. Hearing her take a deep breath, he looked up, finding her averted eyes and a red hue on her cheeks. He had to force himself not to smirk.
"Why were you and sis sister coming to see us?" he put forth, distracting her from her embarrassment. She skidded her glance over him, settling it on his brother for a brief second before lowering her eyes to her lap.
"My brother was killed, and I was seeking your help to avenge him," she said, her voice dull and flat. It seemed that it was the only way for her to speak about it if she shut off her emotions.
"You have no other family to assist you? Uncles, cousins?" he asked, keeping his voice calm. Why would she pick us?
"My brother was the last of my male relatives. My sister...was the only family I had left. Now I'm alone, and I need your help more than ever," she explained, her voice slowly becoming more fervent. "Right after my brother's death, we heard of your glorious overthrow of the Northern Demon Lord, and hoped that if we offered something as payment, you would right the wrong that was done to my brother!"
"Perhaps if we knew the circumstances of his death and of this ‘payment,' we could consider helping you," he hedged, not wanting to commit to anything. The last thing he needed was to get himself and his brother involved in some clan war. Seeing that they hadn't outright refused her, she pressed her case.
"My brother...was very ambitious for our small family. We have an honorable ancestry, but no money or lands. So he went to seek lands, challenging territorial youkai, but every piece of land he sought was supposedly ‘unsuitable.' So he visited the Western Lands, hoping to come along the great Sesshoumaru-sama and press suit for the hand of his daughter, if he had one," she explained, misinterpreting the surprised flinch that came over Toku's face. "You see, we didn't really know if he did have a daughter. Or if he even had a mate. My brother left us at the border, saying he'd return within two days with word of what had happened...we saw the bright burst of flame from where we waited, lighting up the side of a distant mountain, that told us of his immediate and absolute death," she muttered out, very bitter and angry.
"Sesshoumaru killed my brother and I want to see him dead!" she cried, bent over in almost a fetal position. Toku chanced a glance at his brother, who had a very odd expression on his face. He looked as if he wanted to yell at her, but couldn't. Admittedly, he felt the same way.
"Ikkatsu...of all the people you might have sought out, we are the ones you should never have picked," he started carefully, looking at her reaction as she whipped her head up in worry.
"Why? ...Can't you help me?" she asked, leaning forward.
"We cannot kill our own father," he said slowly, letting it sink in. Her mouth slowly dropped open, and she suddenly reeled back, scrambling to her feet. Gasping several times, as if her heart had stopped beating, she limped toward the cave exit, feeling sick and needing to find fresher air. Coming into the open, she put her hands on her knees, staring at the brightly lit rocky earth beneath her sandaled feet.
"She died for nothing," she tearfully whispered, shutting her eyes in agony. Feeling a terrible swelling ache rising in her throat, she let it out, facing the sky and screaming as loud as her lungs possibly could.
"She died for nothing! They both died for nothing!!!" she shrieked, pacing around the open area and sobbing out her grief. Toku and Genbu watched from the entryway, letting her have it out. She felt like tearing her hair out, like climbing to the top of the ravine and throwing herself back in.
She felt like killing someone.
Turning to the two brothers in a rage, she saw Genbu's jaw harden, but his brother stepped in front of him, protecting the now vulnerable sibling. She wanted him to know what it felt like to lose a family member. She wanted to slaughter his brother and then let him live life knowing that he couldn't protect him. She wanted to exact the revenge denied to her brother and now possible for both him and Tenrai.
"I can defend myself, aniki!" Genbu angrily spat, somehow insulted despite the fact that his mother had told him countless times to let his brothers and sister take care of him when it was his turn.
"Get inside," Toku said, his voice very calm. Growling in frustration, Genbu kicked the cave entrance as he turned to go inside, forcing himself to follow his mother's advice.
"You think you're any match for me?" she cackled, close to cracking. "I'll have you unconscious in a minute flat... and when you wake up, your brother's bones will be all that's left of him!" she threatened, fisting her hands. Toku felt a wave of heat hit him, but she showed no outward signs that anything was occurring within her body. Drawing his sword and concentrating, he picked the spots on her body that would incapacitate her, knowing that her anger would only cloud her mind and cost her the entire battle.
"Let me ask you a question," he said, picking the right words that would trigger her. She paused, a scowl on her face, and waited for him to continue. "If you had no money or lands, and wanted to offer us payment to kill our own father, with what were you going to pay us? Your bodies?" he asked, watching her face for his answer. Seeing the anger that passed over her face, as well as the flash of embarrassment, he knew that he was right.
"Die!!!"

~~~~~~The Weeping Forest, Morning~~~~~~
Waking suddenly as a dream of tripping tricked her mind into thinking that she actually was, Rin jerked awake, still lying upon her mate's chest. His hands held her closer, steadying her as she looked up to his hard-to-see face with sleepy eyes.
"The sun is half an hour from giving enough light to leave here, so you can sleep more if you wish." She glanced around the clearing quickly, taking stock of her surroundings, and cleared her throat.
"Then I shall take the thirty minutes to get ready, Sesshoumaru-sama. We must keep going, right?" she softly asked, her voice still throaty. He nodded, swallowing as he looked down at the soft lips parted so deliciously. She didn't seem to notice the direction of his gaze and braced her feet on the ground, pulling on his shoulders to get to her feet. He watched her unsteadily walk to the horse and retrieve a few shreds of dried meat. Eating them quickly as she walked further into the trees, he could tell that she was making sure that she was still within Tenseiga's boundary and yet far enough from him to do her morning business. He gained his feet once she was out of sight, brushing dust off of his clothing and keeping his ears wide open. However, nothing amiss happened, and they were off again just as the sun was strong enough to dimly light the way. With Tenseiga back in its scabbard and his mate safely in his arms, now facing forward, they found the path again and picked their way along it, making faster progress as they neared the end of the forest, which slowly thinned out.
By the time the sun was once again setting itself, they had finally reached the great river separating the Weeping Forest and Inuyasha Forest, bridged by a large and solid-looking wooden structure. Crossing and finding a denser area of forest to camp for the night, their small party lit a fire for a bit of warmth and light. The horse was tethered a few meters away, and Rin had taken time to eat and bathe, shooing her mate away when he would have joined her there.
"The water is too cold for that!" she squeaked, flicking her wrist at him. He had an odd expression on his face—there was definitely longing, but also the to-be-expected disappoint, at, and what looked like thoughtfulness, as he turned away to return to the campsite. Once she was clean again, she briskly dried herself before pulling on her pink, over-sized haori and white hakama. Then toweling her hair and combing it once in a while to avoid a mass of tangles, she finished off by washing the taste from dinner out of her mouth.
Approaching the glow of the fire, which was tucked into a nook of trees to avoid attracting company, she felt a trickle of excitement gently surge from her stomach down to the juncture of her thighs. She knew what was going to happen soon. Though this night would be rationalized as being an attempt to bless their family with another child (despite the fact that they didn't have to rationalize it to themselves or to anyone else), inside her gut, she wasn't looking forward to conceiving a child...at least, not ght.ght. Instead, she was looking forward to feeling his arms around her and to feeling his surging hips against her.
Before he came back into my life, I feared intimacy like the plague, but now, it's sometimes all I think about! Her cheeks flushed warmly as she came within a dozen meters of the fire, and her mate turned his head in her direction, settling his intense eyes upon her person. He smoothly stood up from the sitting position he was in, dropping the bolt of fur from his shoulder onto a blanket a meter or so from the fire.
"I would ask a favor of you, Sesshoumaru-sama," she said, coming closer to him and greatly enjoying his masculine presence. He inclined his head slightly, one eyebrow shooting up.
"Name it." Rin fiddled with the sleeves of her haori, feeling antsy and restless under his constant gaze.
"Tell me if I'm still fertile?" she asked, stepping close. He smirked at her, saying nothing and lowering himself to his haunches. Pressing his face gently to her soft stomach, he breathed in as he once again stood, his nose passing over her breasts and shoulder. Taking in the scent that wafted up from the warm pulse in her neck, he leaned back, looking down at her now anxious face.
"Very much so," he answered, setting his hands on her shoulders. They relaxed under his touch, and she gently nibbled on her lower lip, waiting for his next move. His hands tightened around her shoulders, and he took a deep breath, calming himself down somewhat. Smoothing his hands over her arms, he leaned down, slitting his eyes to the expectant look on her pert little face. She closed her eyes, and he fitted his lips to the soft, slightly parted mouth beneath. Shutting his own eyelids, he reminded himself of the feel of her tongue, the taste of her mouth, all the while wondering why he could never figure her out. He had known her for dozens of years, and had been extremely intimate with her on countless occasions, searching for the secrets to her body. But whenever he thought he knew all her secrets and later returned to her to exploit those secrets to their most pleasurable extent, it seemed as though her body was new to him, a new map to explore. She was the light of his life—forever changing and always exciting.
When he leaned away again, he realized that she was clinging to the front of his haori, heavily leaning against him and sighing happily. She somewhat shakily laughed, taking some of her weight off of him.
"I must be thoroughly addicted to your lovemaking, master, if my thighs are already shaking from one of your kisses," she joked, closer to the truth than she wanted to admit.
"Let's hope you can at least still stand on them," he responded, amusement visible around his eyes. "For I have a game in mind." This vague statement was enough to elicit a pleasurable shock of excitement in her deepest parts, and she waited with bated breath to hear what game he had concocted.
"You played it before. ...Hide and Seek? I believe that's what you called it when you played that with our children when they were young pups. I will be the seeker...you shall hide—"
"But master, that's not fair. You'd easily find me using only your nose!" she complained, despite the fact that being the one who would hide sounded like an awful lot of fun.
"You will receive a generous head start," he said, placating her. "If you hide, and I come seeking, but you return here without being caught, then you'll win."
"What will I win, Sesshoumaru-sama?" she asked, planting her hands on her hips. She wasn't about to play a game if there were no reward for defeating the Lord of the Western Lands at a simple child's game. In fact, it had better be a damned good reward.
"I shall spread myself upon that blanket behind us and let you do what you want," he offered, seeing the happy blush that colored her cheeks. She licked her lips, letting her arms drop and shifting to her other foot. That's certainly a delectable prize.
"And if you win? What if you catch me before I manage to return?" she asked, feeling that this was much more likely.
"I shall do with you what I want...wherever it is that I find you, I shall take you there on the ground..." he growled, his breath deepening and his voice lowering. And that's just as, if not more, delectable! she thought to herself. No doubt the loud beating of her heart and the scent of her readiness gave her away, but she maintained as much calm as she could.
"Sounds like a win-win situation, Sesshoumaru-sama," she pointed out, lifting her chin a bit.
"All the best games are, love," he purred, his irises clouding over. She was amazed to see flecks of red shooting through those golden eyes and beat a hasty retreat, getting her head start as she bolted through the trees. Playing along with the rules of the game, he turned to the fire, closing his eyes and silently counting to one hundred in his head. As he neared the eighties, his loins began to stir, making his hakama suddenly tighter than was comfortable. He wasn't sure which he wanted...he could either let her get back here safely, pretending that he couldn't find her quickly enough—or he could run her down and take her the way his demonic blood wanted him to. Choosing between letting her ride him to oblivion, or riding her to oblivion...it was a tough decision, and imagining the two options got him hard in the time it took him to count to one hundred.
Once he reached that sacred number he pivoted completely around, and sprinted through the trees, having made up his mind.
Rin quickly lost the light of the fire behind her, jumping logs and skirting bushes to avoid leaving too much of a trail—it was a bit futile since her scent gave her away, but she'd do anything to get an advantage... She had to admit that either outcome would suit her just fine, but she wanted to win and only hoped that if she left a lot of her scent in one area and then bolted to one side that she could double-back while he was searching the other part of the forest. Given only one hundred seconds, she ran fast, weaving through the trees to throw him off and then heading east for about ten seconds.
Crouching behind a tree, she waited for the sounds of him running through the underbrush, barely able to hear over her labored breathing. Eventually, her lungs caught up, and she was silent, keeping her ears wide open.
Very certain that she had kept accurate count in her head, she wondered what was taking so long, and almost gasped out loud when she finally heard him pass too close to a thicket of brush in the distance. Standing up slowly, she took off her sandals to avoid the sound of them flopping against the soles of her feet and set off through the forest, bounding through the trees on the balls of her feet. For a wonderful twenty seconds, she thought she had won—that she had successfully thwarted her pursuer and almost giggled with relief.
Hearing a growl a few meters behind her, she screamed in surprise, and pushed herself to a sprint, hoping to outrun him back to the fire. If I could just reach the campsite, then I'll win! Not caring about her sandals she let them drop from her fingers, clenching her fists and pumping her legs in an attempt to run faster.
It was a hopeless attempt at best. She was still a good twenty meters from the campsite when he tackled her, taking some of the fall as they landed on their sides. She was stunned for one or two seconds, and then struggled against him, certain that she could still win if she got away and ran the rest of the way back. He merely tightened his arms, and rolled her forward onto her stomach, following closely to let her have a couple of seconds to feel the swollen phallus against her backside. She took a deep breath, and her back stiffened in reaction. Her heart was pounding, though not entirely from the running and the struggle, which she finally gave up now that he had her pinned on the ground. However much she wanted to win, she wanted him a lot more, and she was definitely looking forward to what would happen next.
Holding her down with a hand to the back of her neck, he began to jerk on the hem of her haori. She felt the soft, dry texture of the grass against her cheek, and could smell it just as clearly. Still huffing from exertion, she could feel where his knees were, one on either side of her hips. His left ankle was laying across the back of her left knee, immobilizing that leg, but he was sitting on both of her thighs, so moving was pretty much out of the question, anyway.
When he removed the haori from the waist of her hakama, exposing her back, she immediately knew what he was up to. Sliding his hand inside the shirt, he braced all five fingers at the top of her markings, and almost moaned in anticipation of the glorious scent she would soon produce in earnest. He heard air hiss in through her teeth, and every muscle in her body tensed, aware of his intentions.
"Ohhh, you're just cruel!" she whined, her heart flip-flopping in her ribcage as she waited for his hand to move. His fingers pressed hard and moved slowly, following the scars as closely as he could. She gasped loudly, crying out and crushing fistfuls of grass in her hands. Her thighs were shaking horribly, and she felt a trickle of sexual fluid seep from her body. Her womanhood felt open and damp, and it throbbed between her legs.
"Ah, Kami-sama!" she yelled, feeling like the strength from her body was being drained away and replaced with something warm, intense, and addictive. When he reached the small of her back, he lifted his hand and rose onto his knees, taking his weight off of her. Firmly grasping her right arm, he pulled her to the side, turning her over like a limp rag doll. Then sitting on her thighs again, he kept one hand on her shoulder and the other worked quickly at the ties to her hakama.
She felt leaden, weighted down by much more than just his body. She was groggy, almost listless, as warmth thudded through her body, strumming the strings of her sexuality. The grass cushioned the back of her head, and the demon above her was lit just enough for her to see the expression on his face. She heard air sawing in and out of his lungs, and his hair stuck to the side of his face where perspiration was building up. Knowing that he wanted her just as much as she wanted him was enough to give her a full body shiver.
He finally unknotted the belt to her hakama and took himself off of her to kneel at her side. Holding a hand to her stomach, he quickly pulled them off with the other, revealing shapely legs and the apex where he had been yearning to delve himself for the entire day. Her sandals were lying elsewhere, dropped at some point, so all she had left to cover her was her haori and tabi. The shirt was slightly agape, still caught on the peaks of her breasts as she lustfully lolled on the ground. Seeing that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, he brought his hands to his own hakama and pulled at the loops, jerking them free of the well-tied knots.
Bringing her knees up and setting her feet on the soft grass, she took a shaky breath, watching as heed eed the turgid length from his clothing. She felt a pleasurable tug upon the string linked to the juncture of her thighs, and once his hakama slipped down, she moaned in desire, wanting the limb jutting out at her to fill the emptiness in her body.
Crawling over her, he sat back upon his heels, sitting between her thighs and enjoying the sight she presented. She lifted her head briefly to watch him but the effort of doing so after having five fingers pass over her scars was too much. After a couple of seconds passed, she felt a hand on her knee, and heard his arm shift. He made a sort of growling sigh, and she lifted her head again. He was preparing himself, his head thrown back and his free hand pumping over the member extending from his pelvis. Watching for a couple of seconds as his hand slowly descended along the inside of her leg, she dropped her head again, inhaling through her nostrils when his expert fingers found the damp and warm place that ached so badly for him.
Her eyes shut of their own accord, and her stomach muscles jerked and convulsed involuntarily as his thumb gently rolled the jewel of her womanhood in small circles. A gentle but chill breeze eked through the trees, passing over her bare skin and creating goose bumps. Softly moaning with every breath, she brought her hands up to lie on either side of her head, hoping that the slight change of position would inspire him to move along faster. The only consolation he made, though, was to rub his thumb faster, and she gave one long, loud groan, impatiently moving her legs and smoothly arching her back. Feeling his other hand on the back of her left thigh, she lifted her head once more, moaning through her teeth and looking into his eyes. His irises now softly glowed, almost red. It was almost scary, but digging through her memories, she recalled times when his eyes had done the same before—times when he was extremely aroused.
Now knowing the reason, she dropped her head again, lifting her feet and bringing both knees closer to her chest when she felt his free hand pushing upon her thigh. The hand working at the bundle of nerves stopped, and she whimpered in disappointment, only to sigh and clench her fists when the fingers from that hand gently spread her open. Feeling the head of his phallus nudging against her, her heart leapt and skidded inside her chest, making her suck in a deep breath and let it out with a high-pitched and shaky huff. As the tip penetrated her, she felt his arms slip underneath her legs, matching the crooks in his elbows to the bend in her knees. He pushed her knees further back as he leaned forward, slowly and inexorably sinking further into her.
"Onegai, Sesshoumaru...go really deep...onegai," she begged. He paused for a heartbeat, gradually closing his eyelids over those glowing irises. When he brought his hands down, it was to trap her wrists to the ground, keeping her open and immobile—to do with as he pleased. So there was nothing she could do now except feel—the strength of his hands around her wrists, the bulge of his biceps against the insides of her knees, and the gentle, hot throbbing of his engorged limb.
As he bottomed out inside of her, she groaned loudly, having never experienced (at least, in this life) such a smooth, silky thrust that felt this incredibly good against her little pearl. Of course, her first stimulus had already brought her halfway and made the tiny nub extra sensitive, but she couldn't deny that the feeling had clenched her hands into fists with its intensity. Though she heard an equally loud growl reverberate inside his chest, he didn't pause to savor the sensation and began plunging into her, swiveling his hips every once in a while and breathing harshly. It wasn't that he was over-exerting himself...he was only trying to hold out long enough to wait for his lover.
She wanted to hold him, to dig her nails into his back and feel his cheek against hers. But he held her down, grimacing from the pleasure and giving her a deep penetration that she had also felt when they had made love in the kitchen. With her body bent the way it was, her lungs almost struggled for breath, but her moans and gasps were still loud and clear.
"Ahhh, Se—Sesshoumaru!! Unnmmff! Mmff! Mmmff!!! Ka—Kami-sama!" she cried, feeling too good, going too fast, and yet still not getting anywhere. He ground into her for endless minutes, building up her lubrication so much that it leaked from where they joined and made erotically wet sounds every time he thrust into her. She could easily imagine the lewd image they made. With her arms restrained and her legs held open, she felt overpowered—and loved it. The trust she had in him made her feel dominated but safe. Half of her wished that to reach her climax, but her other half wanted it to last as long as possible—to prolong the end so that she could get as much of him as she could.
"Does it feel good?" he uttered, his voice echoing itself. Rin opened her gaze to look up at him for a split second, seeing the ecstasy on his face before closing her eyes. "Does it feel really good?" he asked again, wincing and growling. She answered him with a breathless affirmative answer, wheezing out another moan.
He loved her even more like this: impossibly slick, squeezing him at the right moments...out of breath and smelling divinely aroused...the powerful love that flowed from her heart inis ois own. A burning heat shifted from his stomach to his loins, twisting upward and building. He knew that at this rate he would leave her behind and quickly backed away, slowing down the pace and leaning back with her wrists still in his hands.
His mate looked confused. She was tousled, and her haori barely clung to her shoulders, showing off her supple breasts, which bounced lightly as she was pulling to a sitting position. Looking to him, she had the obvious question in her eyes.
"On your hands and knees," he roughly said, tugging on her wrists to get her to turn around. Shakily, she did so, taking a couple of seconds to shrug out of her haori. Sidling up behind her as she placed her hands onto the dry tufts of grass beneath her, Sesshoumaru gripped her luscious hips in his hands, penetrating her yet again. He clenched his jaw, pushing his pelvis forward and seeking the right angle. Her head dropped down between her arms, and her back arched downward, completing their fit and causing both lovers to sigh with pleasure.
"You feel so good," he whispered, hoping that she could hear him. She made the best agreeing noise that she could, too distracted by his gyrating hips to say anything articulate. The build-up began again, more intense this time. He leaned over her, planting one hand to hold himself up and finding their connection with the other. He listened to the little noises his mate made in the back of her throat, sticking to the movements that made her gasp and squirm beneath him as he rocked her forward.
She could feel his haori brushing her sides and his thighs pressing against the back of her legs every time he struck deep within her. Having his chest bearing down on her, hearing his lungs hoarsely pulling in air as fast as her own, feeling his hand rapidly stimulating the pleasure point of her body...it was bringing her hard and fast to a dizzying and soul-shaking climax.
"Is it working, Rin? I don't think I can wait much longer, love," he gasped out, kissing her shoulder and bucking hard into her. She finally lifted her head, bringing it level with him as they both pitched forwards and backwards.
"Hai...I'm so close, master," she whispered, noticing a dribble of climatic fluid flowing down her right thigh.
"Will you come with me?" he asked, pressing his cheek against the soft, damp cheek of his mate. "Come for me, Rin," he insisted, increasing the pressure of his thrusts, pumping deep and fast. "Come hard for me." She cried out, feeling it starting, triggered by the wonderfully arousing words being whispered in her ear. She felt open and heavy, but dizzy and warm. "Are you coming, love? Hurry...come with me...come on, Rin," he encouraged, swirling the wet jewel beneath his longest finger.
"Hai...haiii...ohh, Sesshoumaru, you're so deep...so deep and so hot...Kami-sama...mmff, I'm—I think I'm coming! Hai! Hai, I'm coming!" she cried out, her hands grasping the turf in her slim fingers. "Ohhhh, it's so good...so good...hai, Seh—Sesshoumaru! Oh, I'm coming so hard for you! Uhhh! Uhhhhh!!! There! There!!" And with that, she screamed down into the ground, clenching her inner muscles so hard around her mate that his fingers sunk deep into the earth as he howled at the air in front of him, shooting an immense amount of his essence deep into her body.
Her thighs didn't want to support her anymore, but she forced herself to remain erect and accept every throb of hot seed that spilled into her. It felt warm and even comforting in her belly, and the wet release of climax, the first she had experienced without any hint of pain, was almost enough to bring tears to her eyes. She realized that her skin was slick with perspiration, and that her hands and knees were dirty and grass-stained. Her thighs were wet, but not from sweat, and every muscle hurt—she felt absolutely magnificent.
He continued to weakly buck into her, letting her tight, pulsating tunnel milk everything it would from him. When he finally began to soften inside her, he withdrew, stumbling back to sit on his rear end. Lying back until his head met the grass, he sucked in air, hoping that he had given his mate another beautiful child.
Perhaps a minute passed by before he felt her presence above him. He opened his eyes just as she lowered her haunches over him, sitting a few inches from his partially hard phallus. She purposefully reached for him, holding the base with a hand that she had scrubbed against the sleeve of her haori to clean off. He immediately sat up, hissing from the touch that came too soon after such a strength-draining orgasm. However, his body betrayed him, hardening again as she brought him to attention once again.
"Once more, master," she pleaded, rising up on her knees. "Fill me again, onegai." Spreading herself with two fingers, she held onto his shoulder, aiming the head of his slick length to the entrance of her body. She sank quickly, shoving him to the mouth of her womb and tightening her thighs around him. Sighing, she curved her arms around his muscular torso, snaking her hand beneath his haori. "Fill me with it, Sesshoumaru. Deep inside," she whispered, touching the base of his neck with her right hand. He stiffened, not stopping her but bracing himself, and held her close.
She pulled five fingers down quickly, listening to his loud grunt and then the low, long growl as the engorged length increased in size within her, erupting and emptying the hot fluid that would create a new life within her. Nibbling on her lip, she enjoyed the wet heat that moved around inside her. However, when several trembling fingers settled at the nape of her neck, she drew back from their hug, looking at her mate with incredulity. He drew his hand down, watching her face morph from incredulous to orgasmic. Her deep brown eyes closed to his lustful stare, and her head fell back as what could only be described as firey fingers shoving into her womanhood instantaneously caused a drenching climax as they simultaneously stimulated her clitoris and plunged deep inside, over and over. Her voice was gone, but her mate knew that he had brought her a great deal of pleasure, which inflated his ego no small bit. Watching for when the hands that were fisted in his haori loosened, he gratefully felt his phallus soften again, and laid back, holding her close to his chest as she lightly panted.
"That was amazing, master," she sighed, cuddling close to him. He silently agreed, waiting for his heart to return to its normal pace. He enjoyed the strong scent of sex in the air, and the soft skin beneath his fingers, hoping for the best.
When he next opened his eyes, he realized that several minutes had passed, and checked on his mate's state of consciousness. She was breathing softly, but was not yet asleep, and he slowly brought them back to a sitting position. Her eyes did look a little sleepy as he brushed the hair from her face, but she was otherwise awake, and he helped her stand up, watching admiringly as she wandered a few feet away to find her clothes. He readjusted his own, having only been able to get them partway off before submitting to the call of her scrumptious body. Feeling refreshed, he ignored the want to stretch his arms and settled instead for a deep breath.
Rin was halfway done tying her hakama closed around the hem of her haori when she heard the surprised noise behind her and turned to Sesshoumaru as knotted the belt to her pants.
"What is it, Sesshoumaru-sama?" she asked, hoping to the Gods that more crow demons had not found them.
"You have conceived, love. We did it, we made a child," he declared, unable to resist the proud smile that came over his features. She clasped her hands together and brought them to her lips, squeaking as she gasped.
"Really?!" she desperately asked, coming a few steps closer. He nodded once, lowering his grin to a smirk. The reaction he had been aiming for came over her face, and she leapt at him, clutching his shoulders and laughing with delight. He spun her around in celebration, her shoeless feet flying behind her as he turned.
Now I've done it...I don't have to protect one life now, but two!


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This chapter is dedicated to Hard-Lemonade-Man, for giving me a bit of advice and certainly a lot of inspiration.
But yay!! I got a chapter done in a reasonable amount of time!! I'm actually pretty happy with how the lemon scene turned out. I don't know if I can ever top the ever-popular chapter twelve, but this comes close. PLEASE, please review!

~~Sincerely,
The Black Cat