The House Of Lemons

Madness of the Mating Frenzy
By Rinseternalsoul

**Disclaimer: I can only dream of having the money that Rumiko Takahashi makes off of her anime, Inuyasha. Me? I’m just a non-profit fanfiction author who adores the show and loves to write smut.

Summary: A/U: Sesshomaru goes into his first mating frenzy and his young human ward, suffers a horrible price at his claws. When the fever leaves him and his beast once more sleeps, he is aghast to find that he has broken the one living thing that he truly cared for. Sess/Adult Rin

A/N: I’ve been thinking how unfair we have been to the wonderful Sess/Rin fans out there. Though SilentDeath and I favor the Sess/Kagome pairing, we know that there are a great deal of you out there that would rather see Rin in his arms. Personally, I would rather be in his arms, but hey, my hubby says there isn’t room in the bed. Damn. Time to build a bigger bedroom and order a King size! LOL! Anyway, I’ve been wanting to do a Sess-violent-attack one-shot and had originally pictured Kagome, but for you Sess/Rin fans I’ve changed it to our favorite flower child. So Enjoy and let me know what you think! (No flames though. I’m sensitive.)

***Warning... This is a [NC] fic containing violent rape, so please skip this one if you find this offensive.

This one-shot is a bit on the dark side throughout the first portion so be warned.


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Jaken cowered in fear, hidden deep within the bowels of the castle where his meager bedchambers were located. The very walls shook with the ferocious howls and snarling of his master. This was his master’s first full mating frenzy since his regal birth five hundred years ago. His Lord had prepared for this day for many years by enforcing a special room in the dungeons of the castle. He refused to fall prey to the same mistake of his father before him, thus he sought to ensure that he could not escape until such time as the frenzy had passed. Usually that meant three days, or faster if he spread his seed and pupped his bitch. Unfortunately his most revered lord and master did not have a bitch, as none were worthy of his affections... at least no youkai female. The imp chose to ignore the budding closeness between that human girl and his proud youkai lord. Regretfully the lack of mate left the taiyoukai at risk to blindly seek out a strong fertile female of good health with which to breed.

His father, the great Dog General, Inutaisho, had awakened from his frenzy mated to a human hime, Lady Izayoi, of which he had made the acquaintance one week prior. This fiasco resulted in the ill-begotten birth of that wretched hanyou, Inuyasha. Lord Sesshomaru was too intelligent and powerful to fall victim to the same mistake. The thick steel holding him in place was enchanted by the spiritual magic of a famous monk. The collars and cuffs were formed into the very walls of the custom chamber. His lord would be terribly uncomfortable for three days, but it was absolutely necessary.

It was the damn girl that had the master in such a state. That human child, no... woman. Rin was no longer a child, as she had turned nineteen summers just two months ago. Jaken long since ceased to wonder why his beautiful and awesome lord kept that mortal girl around. She had simply become a permanent fixture. Rin had her uses, after all, Jaken reflected, and though he would never admit it, she had grown on him. Sort of like a fungus. Something that showed up one day, took root and flourished, even becoming beneficial to the host itself, until it was simply accepted as being there.

The girl had unwavering loyalty to his master, and would put her life on the line for either he, or Lord Sesshomaru, without a second thought. Several times she had done just that. Foolish child. She was a brazen one, that Rin, but never-the-less his lord bestowed his blessings of care and protection on her. She had grown into quite a lovely lady, for a human, that is, and her kind spirit did not seem to ever waver.

It was their distinct misfortune that just one day after his master went into his mating frenzy, the human wench would become ripe. Lord Sesshomaru had become a mindless beast since the break of dawn, and even now the walls rattled with the force of his struggle. The inuyoukai’s rough, feral voice, sounded almost indecipherable as he screamed his rage, calling for him, Jaken, his most trusted vassal. The threats of bloody violence echoed through the meandering stone corridors, scaring the wits out of the small green imp.

His Lord had changed; lost his reason over to the beast, which was a frightening thing indeed, considering the unfathomable strength of the taiyoukai. Much to Jaken’s dismay, Lord Sesshomaru’s beast retained the knowledge of their names. He was using it to strike terror in their hearts, in attempts to gain his freedom. The imp had to keep reminding himself that his master would be grateful for his steadfast resolve to keep to the plan until three days had passed. He chanted it like a mantra over and over in his head.

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It roared its fury and gnashed its lethal fangs while slamming the force of its body against the cursed bindings, yet still they held firm. That only served to infuriate it further. Its loins ached with the need to unite with a bitch and insure the continuation of its line. Its thick, heavy, sex organ was engorged with hot throbbing blood, burning with an unbearable flaming torment. Hanging low, beneath the swollen member, its ample sac felt full to the point of explosion causing the beast to thrust its hips madly against the empty air.

The sweet wisteria smell of the Dakkasou permeated the enclosed atmosphere, making the entire area nothing but a lethal chamber of gas. Below its feet the ancient stone sizzled, melting under the acidic attack, but nothing worked to free it from this prison. It screamed the name of his servant, demanding release, but the insolent fool refused to answer the call. Scarlet anger took hold and the beast loudly vowed to skin the foul imp alive.

Crimson eyes flashed in the dimly lit chamber. An ambrosia of orange painted his naked body with the burning hues of hell. Extraordinarily long silken hair danced wildly about its form. The beast snarled and howled, bucking against the spiritual restraints, furious that someone dared to attempt to contain it.

Firm, sculpted muscle, flexed over its entire lean body. Thick, toned thighs, strained to break free, while its one powerful arm attempted to breach the limits of the chains that bound it. From the top of its scalp to the soles of its feet burned with the flames of the damning abyss. The bite of the hard metal against its tortured flesh was causing horrific agony, and the drive to escape, to ease this forsaken suffering, began to overwhelmed its ancient inu instincts.

Without warning it stilled. That scent.... once more the fragrance lightly sought the beast out, seemingly to tease it with mouth watering sweetness. Almost undetectable in its faintness, the intoxicating aroma flowed through the flaring nostrils to pool with molten heat in its stiff sex. A prime bitch was near, pure and unclaimed, ripe and ready for its taking.

Power. It pulsed, crackled and vibrated through the air as the untapped strength of the beast released a blast of its enormously potent jaki. The shear pressure was astounding in its urgency, and was the first offensive in a series that would weaken the strong spiritual barriers, thus deteriorating the integrity of the steel restraints.

One. The snatch against the enchanted bindings cracked.

Two. The beast surged forward, further weakening the failing steel.

The beast paused and panted in its struggle. It could literally taste its freedom now. One more. One more hard slamming pull.

Three!

The beast wasted no time destroying the remaining chains and reveling in its newfound freedom with a howl of success. It stood in a maniacal posture of victory with its arm curled in the air, clenching lethally sharp claws. Long, thickly muscled legs arched in readiness to give chase. It inhaled deeply, seeking that succulent tendril of sweetness drifting elusively in the poison laden air. Wild red eyes darted incessantly in search of relief from the blinding pain assaulting its sleek pale body.

An ear-shattering roar tore from its throat as it locked onto its desire, and with incredible speed it set out to track the fertile bitch. A shifting of flowing pearlescent tendrils followed the beasts swiftly traveled path.

The very vassal that dared chain it to a hellish fate interrupted the trail. The imp pleaded with it to turn away, and then traitorously made a stand to thwart its instinctual goal, foolishly seeking to attack the very one whom he proclaimed to serve with a wall of flame. Viscously the lust-driven inu dodged the feeble attack and slashed the impudent toad into four filets of gushing flesh.

The beast barely took notice as the imp collapsed lifelessly to the floor. Nothing would stand in its way. Nothing would keep it from its one and only goal. It raced up the stairwell and down a long dark corridor, stopping briefly to pinpoint its prey. Sniffing the air once more served to flood its senses with the call of the female. The mating call ruled its every instinct, every action, and thought. A burning need to bury its painful, aching erection into moist gripping heat fueled its madness.

It reached out and easily rendered the intricately adorned sliding shoji door into rubbish and debris. It growled and stepped into the room. Here the scent was overwhelming, causing it to sway drunkenly. It searched the interior but found it empty. Frustrated, the beast snarled with heightened rage. It was so close to quenching the pain.

It stilled, focusing on finding its elusive bitch, and swiftly picked up the hard pounding of a terrified heartbeat. The beast tracked the minuet sound to the open doorway leading out to a balcony. It caught the sound of a sharp intake of breath and turned to find the bitch scaling the steep stone wall of the castle in a futile attempt to escape.

It ignored the shriek of fear and panic when it snatched her from her perch and pulled her roughly against its chest. Her pleas of mercy went unheeded as it hauled her into the room and tossed her to the floor. The heat of the bitch assaulted its senses in thick abundance now and it growled in satisfaction. Soon.... the suffering would be ended and the seed would be spread.

The frantic bitch fought to escape its grasp, but it effortlessly snatched her back by the heel of her slender foot. With a slash of long glistening claws the delicious female was then bared to his sight. The salt of tears now infiltrated the air and it served to spark its pulse into a blistering rhythm. The beast sought to comfort its female by growling deeply and licking her velvety smooth cheek. It nipped roughly at her tender ear and her squeal only excited it further. A long warm tongue flicked out to taste the injured flesh. The tiny trickle of blood was delicious to its palette and it wanted to taste more.

The inu captured the wrists of its bitch as she pathetically beat against its chest. Her calls to Sesshomaru-sama went unheeded and ignored. Sharp claws carelessly sliced into soft human flesh like a knife through warm lard. With its exploring mouth the beast traced a path over the smooth curve of her neck and shoulder, occasionally slicing the tender flesh with its sharp, elongated, fangs. Tiny rivulets of crimson trickled from the wounds and the beast lapped at the lifeblood with animalistic passion.

Full, soft mounds felt heavenly in its greedy mouth as it sucked at the teats that would nourish its future pups. Its bitch screamed once more, snapping it from its thoughts, causing it to realize that it was currently drawing blood from the fleshy tits. It licked the wound soothingly and wrapped its long tongue around the stiff, tawny, nipple. This caused a soft, unbidden moan to escape the lips of its inviting female. A rumble of pleasure thrummed through its chest as it continued its fevered exploration.

It howled in delight when the source of that intoxicating fragrance became clear to it. The beast roughly pressed its lean body between her smooth shapely legs and wasted no time in tasting its prize. The bitch cried out with a mix of emotion when the warm, moist, appendage slid through her slick folds, tasting the beginnings of her bountiful crimson offering.

It pulled its head back and released a growl of approval, but the bitch refused to look into its face. That angered the alpha male, to be ignored in such a manner, and it snarled and bit into the fleshy swell of her soft thigh. She attempted to rise with the scream that tore from her slender throat, and the inu growled in satisfaction. It held her wet glistening gaze as it dove its muzzle once more into her core. The sensual contact against her tender button wrenched another moan from the raven-haired beauty. It paid no head to the pleading in those huge chestnut eyes, instead focusing on lapping up the savory traces of blood from her womb.

The rumble through its chest sent tiny ripples of vibration against the stiff swollen nubbin, serving to push the new and unexplored sensations of the young bitch into convulsive throws of release. The pleasure washing over its chosen mate drove the beast to satisfaction, and the need to seek the hot confines of her untried channel played foremost in its mind. It pulled itself up and easily flipped the fragile onna to her hands and knees.

It snarled in warning as the bitch began to struggle anew, and finally it shoved her shoulders into the mass of tangled furs on the floor. As it prepared to enter her, it grew anxious and eager, forgetting the harm wrought by its long sharp claws. Her cries alerted it to her agony and the inu quickly leaned forward to lap at the freshly open wounds. It rumbled happily as it stroked its aching and swollen staff between the cleft of her rounded ass. The welcome friction turned the pain to pleasure, while it carefully licked the last crimson drop of sweet blood from her back.

The beast rose up on its flexing muscular legs. With knees bent beneath it, the inu sent a ferocious snarl of warning not to move. It then traced the smooth curve of her back down to cup the firm round flesh of her ass. It squeezed the softness before slapping it hard, enjoying the ripple of movement in combination with the sharp feminine squeal.

Playtime was over, and it was now time to take what belonged to the alpha of this pack. This delectably soft, smooth, bitch belonged to him and soon she would know it well. With jittery expectation, it grasped the throbbing, heavy length, and squeezed before guiding the velvet mushroomed tip to the center of her slick heat. A strained, guttural sound escaped the throat of the lusty beast when the sensitive head found its home.

His fresh little bitch remained obediently positioned before him, but her heart-wrenching sobs shook her slender, curvaceous frame continuously. Something about the wracking cries fleetingly gave it pause, but the moment passed quickly as the heat of her core teased his aching sex organ. The beast growled a steady rumble and grasped the smooth curve of her hip. Her body called for the joining with a fertile hypnotic voice.

With one swift thrust the beast invaded the tight welcoming heat. It groaned and grit its teeth as the slick, clenching muscles encapsulated its full length. The bitch released a blood-curdling scream and in a rough bestial voice the male growled, “Does this big demon cock please you, my tender little bitch?”

No answer, save more pleas and tears, came forth, but this bothered the inu naught. It was too distracted by the relief and pleasure flooding its body and mind. It withdrew and roughly thrust back in. Each motion generated a bevy of new and heavenly sensations curling in its loins. Faster it worked, absently digging the claws of its only arm deep into the soft flesh of the female. One cry of pain blended with another until her throat became raw and pained. Grunting, the inu beat its rock hard cock into the moist, molten, tightness with increasing speed.

Deep inside the onna a warmth coiled through the onslaught of pain and abuse. With each firm thrust of her alpha male it increased until a new voice ripped from her throat speaking of pain mingled rapture. Long raven hair tossed wildly about to land in silky tendrils over the pale skin of her back. Her first orgasm spiraled out of control and for a brief moment in time the hurt was replaced by something more, something wonderful.

Quivering, gripping muscles, slick with feminine juice, clamped down hard against the male length and the inu knew its rapture was now within reach. With renewed vigor it slammed its thick phallus deep into her core, panting hard as the heat spread. The wonderful tightness milked the beast of its creamy seed and it threw its head back and released a bellowing roar.

As the last of its thick seed spilled forth, the inu bent down to sink its long fangs deep into the juncture of her neck and shoulder. With a hoarse and brittle voice she cried and whimpered her pain, while thick delicious life-blood slipped down the welcoming throat of her alpha male.

A mix of inuyoukai saliva and human blood set about an unseen change in the female, one that would bind her to this male for life.

Spent and satisfied ... for now, the beast relaxed its hold and lay its body down. It pulled its lovely new mate tightly against its chiseled chest and released a thrum of soothing growls. The frenzied male youkai nuzzled and licked the salty flavor of its mate’s delightful flesh, resigning itself to await the moment it could claim her once again.

The roughly treated onna lost her fragile touch with consciousness and fell into the arms of blissful sleep.

For two days the pair repeated the mating ritual. Unfortunately, the mindless lust of the alpha male, heading the ancient, and deeply inbred, instinct to procreate, had one tiny flaw. The youkai body was driven by deeply rooted instinct. Instincts that over-road any semblance of reason and sanity. It was natures way of insuring the continuation of a species that only became fertile every five centuries or so. The problem lay with the inability to recognize the species of the female in heat while under a mating frenzy. This dangerous time of a male youkai’s life revolved around one goal... to breed with a bitch in heat.

Woefully, a human’s frail, thin, flesh is not made to withstand the rigors of a youkai mating frenzy. One of the reasons that the mixing of youkai and human lovers was often frowned upon. The act of mating when a male youkai was under the influence of the mating frenzy would more often than not result in death to any human mate. This often resulted in the lingering death of the surviving youkai, as the loss of their mate became too heavy a burden to bear.

When the scent of its mate shifted, taking on a robust aroma, the beast released a sound of pure thrumming delight. The female was pupped and now needed to rejuvenate her strength. Slowly it sought its own rest from its recent exertions. Content in its success, the terrible inu beast curled up comfortably and released its hold over Sesshomaru.

Lazy crimson eyes, full of predatorial lust and fire, blinked once.... twice... then faded to a striking yellow gold. Fierce lengthy fangs began to recede within his gums. He reached up and rubbed the aching tissues of his chin and jaw.

‘What.... what in the many levels of hell...?’

Extended, razor sharp claws tickled his nail-beds as they shortened to a manageable length, while jagged magenta stripes painted fiercely on his handsome face, returned to smooth perfect lines.

He shifted and looked around. His eyes grew wide with the realization of what he had done. In a bloody mess lying beside him was his sweet kind-hearted Rin. His heart stilled in his chest. He knew that the image would forever haunt his nightmares.

The restraints obviously had not held him, and in his madness he ruined the only thing that truly meant anything to him. The foreign sound of a whimper escaped him as the knowledge of her terror and pain were brought to light. His gut clenched tightly and he felt the need to wretch. Sesshomaru forced the bile rising in his throat down, and quickly pulled himself up to bent knees. He carefully flipped the precious young onna over in order to assess the extent of her injuries.

She was half starved and in need of fluids. Her beautiful soft flesh was rent with wounds from his own hands... and teeth. Fang punctures adorned the full swell of her breasts, as well as the full curve of her thigh. By the Gods he felt such shame. It was a dishonor to his House to put one trusted into his care through such a horrific ordeal.

The taiyoukai prepared to rise and fetch Jaken with orders to draw her a warm bath. He would cleanse her torn body, and insure the success of the natural healing process. With his mark upon her neck, her body would change to meld with his youkai blood, which would speed and intensify the healing. It was no miracle cure, and worked much slower than that of a full or half-blood youkai. It was amazing that she lived at all, by the looks of her bruised and bloody body, and for that he was truly grateful.

Being alive meant that she had a chance to recover. Her body could heal, but would her mind? He leaned forward and gently traced his fingers against her cheek. He could only hope that she would not be a broken shell of her former self.

His pulse began to race when her long ebony lashes fluttered. Her soft brown eyes opened to mere slits and then....

She smiled.

“It is good to see that you have returned, my Lord,” Rin whispered through a sore and gritty throat.

Sesshomaru tilted his head ever so slightly, reflecting his utter astonishment. She was the most perplexing creature that he ever had the pleasure of knowing. Her lack of fear in his presence, even after what he had done... it was... simply unnatural. “Rin.... this Sesshomaru wishes to....”

“Please don’t. Don’t apologize. It was not you, and I understand that,” she replied in a voice so soft that he strained to hear it. He looked away with a frustrated growl. “Tis no excuse for what I have done to you.” Rin whimpered and blinked back a lone tear. In all truth she had wished for death many times during the past two days, but now that her beloved Sesshomaru-sama had returned she knew that he would make this all better. He has never failed her before.

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Rin lay back, propped on her elbows and smiled brightly. The musical sounds of her handsome pup’s childish laughter sang out in the early morning light. She watched as the silver haired boy raced through the meadow chasing a quick little field mouse. Approaching movement alerted her to the arrival of her mate, and she sighed happily when he settled beside of her.

From the corner of her eye she spotted Jaken attempting to coax Ah-Un into eating, but the ornery dragon only turned up its noses. Rin laughed at the sight, knowing that she would have to eventually go help the grumbling old imp, because neither Ah, nor Un, would eat unless she were the one doing the feeding.

Her light, carefree laughter warmed the male by her side. He reached out, pulling her to him. Sesshomaru nuzzled his mark, slipping his warm long tongue out to lap slowly over the sensitive skin. He always enjoyed that shivering response of pleasure from his mate.

It had taken a long time for them to heal from the aftermath of his mating frenzy. In his madness he had attacked and raped his innocent, trusting ward. He had also slain his loyal servant, Jaken, which was only saved through the grace of Tenseiga. The taiyoukai’s haughty pride and sense of honor suffered long beyond that of her physical wounds, or the slowly fading mental ones. In the end he was forced to accept that he could not change the past. The future, however, was an unpainted canvas. Lord Sesshomaru vowed, on his very existence, that he would do everything within his power to make up for his ill treatment of Rin, and he was never one to fail a sworn oath.

It was now seven summers since the fateful hand of destiny had turned their lives inside out. In those seven years he watched his son and heir grow strong. His hanyou blood meant nothing compared the feelings of pleased contentment that were constantly upon him. Just watching Rin’s eyes light up with love and pride made the long days of eternity pass swiftly by. Life with Rin proved to be a true gift. Their bond was a strong one. Their days were spent as they pleased and their nights were spent in the throws of heated passion.

Lord Sesshomaru was sure that he would never get enough of his sweet Rin.


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A/N: Well, that was more of a challenge than I first thought. I hope you enjoyed it!

@@SD: I think you are rubbing off on me.