Mine

The snow was thicker now, draping the world in a blanket of white. His eyes focused in the flakes as they fell from the dark sky, his mind rising from the past slowly. He sighed and rested his head on his arm. He shouldn’t indulge himself with memories; they invariably brought sorrow in their wake. Yet he couldn’t seem to stop thoughts of her from waking in his mind, especially since… He growled and narrowed his eyes, claws digging into his skin hard enough to draw blood. “Enough of that, Sesshomaru. No daydreams of the future you won’t have…”

The Past was safer…

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Rin moved into his tent beginning that night, and slept on the fur he’d provided for her to sleep on in the beginning of the season. She was delighted and on her best behavior so he wouldn’t change his mind. He never touched her intimately again, though when she had nightmares he’d very slyly console her with a hand through her hair or a stroke on her arm or back. She didn't even remember these nightmares, or she didn't mention them if she did. Sesshomaru was not about to ask about them either. If she wanted to speak of them, she’d tell him on her own.

Despite telling Jaken he was heading for his fathers keep he changed his mind and traveled to the southern end of his territory, where it was warmer and Rin could enjoy the outdoors with more freedom. Jaken whined at the lack of walls during storms but Sesshomaru hardly cared. He was busy learning more about his ward than he’d ever expected.

She was far more intelligent than he’d thought, and she was already a wealth of knowledge despite her tender years. She could do anything with bamboo, from making a fire to cooking it or cooking in it. She’d actually made Jaken a little dwelling when they’d settled for the winter, and though the imp never thanked her, he was delighted with its sturdy warmth when the snows blew in. She knew many plants and mushrooms, and how to fish with her bare hands. In an odd way she was rather like a demon in her self sufficiency. He preferred to not have to worry about her endlessly empty belly, and she took care of herself adequately.

She was also growing at what was to his eyes an incredible rate. He literally saw her gain height in a week; he was confused at this pace her body held. He watched and stored her changes to be mulled over at leisure. He had years to watch her, refine his concepts about her. He wondered when her body would mature, not with impatience but the wary understanding he’d need to have a woman explain the changes she’d experience, mainly because he wasn’t sure what human females went through. He watched for signs, observing her body as she began rounding out and gaining slight curves over her slight, almost spindly form.

Finally, when she was twelve, he took her with him and leaving Jaken with the dragon, trekked to the village where his brother had once been most at home. He didn’t know what had happened to Inuyasha, but he knew that three of his old companions and a wise old priestess lived here still. It was the miko he wanted to speak to. Knowing that the townsfolk would panic and make a ruckus, he told Rin to ask the old Miko to come with her to speak with him. He told her to use his name, and to assure her he meant her no harm. She nodded obediently and ran down the lane, no longer quite as carefree as she once had been. Her urge to please and impress him was commendable, and also warmed his heart, though he’d never tell the child… or the woman she would soon be.

It didn’t take long before Kaede strolled up the lane, holding Rin’s hand, and followed by the Taija and her mate, the hentai monk. He didn’t shift or even raise an eyebrow, but he was a bit wary; though no match for him, these two were a nuisance on the battle field, and he didn’t wish to deal with a fight; he was here on a peaceful mission. He also didn’t wish to embarrass himself or Rin by speaking as he must before so many unnecessary persons. Rin dropped the Miko’s hand and bowed to him formally then announced them to him. She did not name him, which pleased him; they should know him, and fear him by now.

“So, Sesshomaru-sama, what business have ye with this old woman?” the Miko said gruffly, lifting a hand to forestall an exclamation from the flustered Taija. His eyes fixed upon the monk for a long moment; this was no business for such a perverted being.

“Send the monk away; this is nothing to do with him. I am not here with violence in mind.” He said stiffly. Miroku’s blue eyes narrowed, but Sango nodded to him, so he retreated to a short distance away. The girl shifted closer to the old Miko and waited, then blinked as he explained what he desired; for the two women to educate his ward in what she needed to know as she became a woman. He didn’t flush or fluster, though he did feel a bit odd having to ask this of anyone. Rin blinked at him then turned to the women.

“Excuse me, what does Sesshomaru-sama mean? Won’t I just grow up and then be a woman?” She chirped. Sango looked down at her then up to Sesshomaru and sighed. The youkai hid a smirk behind his cool expression; Rin’s timing was impeccable. She had just illustrated his need with simple eloquence. The old Miko sighed and nodded.

“I assume ye sense the child is soon to change and will need this knowledge, Sesshomaru-sama?” she asked politely. Though he didn't speak or move he still communicated his acknowledgement as an answer. “We need a few days then, you may leave her here.” He hesitated; why days? Shouldn’t this talk take a few hours at best? He didn't wish to be forced to return, he’d hoped to wait a few hours and take her back with him. The old Miko and Sango insisted they needed some time with the girl to impart their wisdom and practical advice as well. She had to stay. He huffed ever so slightly and waved a hand to Rin languidly. He noticed she was watching him wide eyed, but when he didn’t object to the women’s words she stiffened. She turned and glared at Sango and Kaede with restrained anger, and when she spoke, her voice was as cold and unmodulated as her lords ever had been.

“I am not yet a woman yet but I am no child either. I don’t remember hearing anyone inviting me to stay.” She said with dignity. Sesshomaru felt a jolt of shock and recognition at her behavior. He’d have done the same if he was being spoken of like a bag of grain; then again no one would dare to speak to him thus for fear of losing their insides. “I don’t know what is so important, but surely you can be polite about it, can’t you?”

The Miko swiveled to stare into Rin’s deep dark eyes. The child didn’t finch; she’d spent years with Sesshomaru’s freezing stare. No old woman could cow her; no human could ever again. However, a strange understanding passed between them, and finally they nodded at the same time. Rin turned and bowed to Sesshomaru.

“My lord, I will be here at noon two days from now.” She said; suddenly he sensed how nervous and scared she was; she’d never really been apart from him and in another’s company since she was a little child. She’d had only youkai for company since she was seven. He actually nodded slightly to her; an indication of his faith in her manners and her loyalty. She brightened and watched him as he left her, fighting tears back and trying to be brave…

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Sesshomaru chuckled at the memory of her tiny form, waving demurely as he walked into the forest to wait for her. He’d leaned against a tree and not moved for a whole day, pondering what could take the women so long to impart. He knew of how female creature’s experienced physical changes, and they bled at various points of the year. It was part of fertility and becoming ready to breed; couldn’t they cover this in a few hours? Or were ninjin so different that they also suffered other changes youkai didn't share?

He knew now of course that human females were hyper fertile compared to his own kind. Rin’s cycles matched the moon’s phases, and she’d told him later that it was normal for all ninjin women. Youkai females were in season once a year at best, if that often. Some short lived youkai bred more often but they also produced litters of young, while humans usually made one young at a time. Such strange, ill-equipped beings…

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At noon of the second day, Rin came up the hill as promised, following Kaede and Sango. Her face was troubled, and her step was slow, listless. She brightened when she saw him, but her eyes were shadowed by some strange doubt, a doubt about him, his instinct told him. His eyes flicked to the women’s faces, but they looked calm and fearless. Innocently they handed his ward back to him, and told him she’d been a perfect lady, that they’d told her all she’d need to know about the subject he’d asked them to impart. He’d stood coolly and gifted them with a nod before turning and heading back to Jaken and AiAun. He didn't tell Rin to follow, but of course he knew she would.

It was years before she explained the doubts she’d come to him with that day. By then it was too late to do anything about the fool women who’d upset her. In the end, those doubts meant nothing; he’d abolished them with one simple act…

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It was wintertime again. The cold weather drove most people to stay indoors, leaving shelter only to gather wood or water for drinking or cooking. Only one human seemed immune to this restriction. Rin wore thick furs removed from powerful youkai that were supernaturally warm, and dry. Her feet were encased in leather from the same source, and she was constantly drenched in the scent of her lord, which marked her as off limits for any sort of undesired contact. Safe and warm, Rin could travel freely over the countryside Sesshomaru’s party called home during the cold seasons. The local villagers actually welcomed the sight of Rin tramping the woods or coming to purchase rice and tea; ever since the youkai lord had chosen their area for his winter home, the local demons had stopped attacking them at least during the winter. They would endure even Jaken’s company for such safety; for once, the humans Rin dealt with were kind and accepting of her, and she was gracious in return.

On this day, Rin had decided she needed more tea and wanted to get some bonito for soup. She had already gotten what she needed and was trekking back to the camp. It was set up by a natural hot spring, so she never really was that cold in the tent or by the fire, and she could find it no matter what direction she’d gone in because of the steam that was visible for miles. Now she had her eye on the column of white, which was easy to see today against the pale blue sky. However, she heard a strange sound, close by the edge of the path her feet had beaten down, and she could see other footprints in the snow as well. Curious but cautious, she peered over a bush and then froze.

There behind the bushes was a small enclosed space, and in the space two people were… doing something. She remembered what Sango and Kaede had told her, about how humans mated, but also that they had sex just because they wanted to, or because they wanted to express their care for one another. This differed from how youkai bred apparently; higher youkai could and did have sex for pleasure, but lower youkai bred to procreate driven by scent and instinct. It was obvious that these two humans were not here to make a child though. The girl here was kneeling before the boy in the snow, and was stroking and nuzzling his manhood, which to Rin’s amazement was growing larger by the second. The boy was holding her head and watching what the girl did with eager eyes. Rin’s eyes were wide as she leaned against a tree and watched shamelessly.

After a few moments the girl looked up at the boy and smiled coyly. He knelt and smirked back, hand reaching between her thighs, which made the girl gasp and hold his shoulders. He pushed her backwards onto her back and nestled between her thighs, then laid over her, his back and buttocks tightening in time with the girl’s gasping. Rin’s head tilted to the side as she felt a warm flush and a strange tingle flow over her skin, and then move straight between her legs. She quivered as the couple moved together, both of them moaning and writhing, kissing and clinging with desperation. It didn't take long before they both cried out and flushed pink against the white snow, falling together into a relaxed heap.

Rin bit her lip and slowly moved backwards; she recognized this sensation. She closed her eyes and saw Sesshomaru-sama’s head bent over her, his hand between her legs as he made her feel even better than this, somehow. She concentrated; yes, she remembered now, he’d had her move into his tent during the winters after that, and he’d begun taking more notice of her in general as well. She frowned; why hadn’t he ever touched her again? Oh he touched her now and then, but not like that. She remembered missing that feeling, the pleasure of his hand on her, but being too shy or scared to ask him to touch her again.

“One day you may want a husband or a lover. When that happens, be honest with the person, tell him how you feel, what you want. It will make life much better and if he won’t help you feel good, then you know he’s not for you, Rin.” She heard Sango’s soft voice in her head. The taija had been smiling as her eyes drifted to watch her mate, the monk with the gentle smile and deep blue eyes walk by. Rin had been jealous of them in the short time she’d been in the village. She’d wanted a mate too when she saw how happy Sango and Miroku were. She still did, but she wondered if her dream was possible; she lived with two aloof youkai, and she’d yet to find a human male who was even half as wonderful as Sesshomaru-sama. He was stronger and faster, and so much more beautiful than any human man could dream of being…

Squaring her shoulders, Rin marched back to the camp. Just tell him what you want, and if he won’t help you feel good… Rin firmly pushed the butterflies in her stomach to the back of her mind as she strode into the camp and boldly dropped the boxes of dried bonito and tea by the fire. Jaken looked up, ready to scold her but something in her face held him back. She looked at the tent she shared with Sesshomaru-sama, and then asked if he was here or had he left.

“… Sesshomaru-sama is in the tent, he’s not left it yet today, actually…” Jaken was speaking to her shadow as Rin headed for the tent, kicking off her boots at the bamboo “porch” she’d crafted to help keep mud and dirt from tracking inside. She ducked inside without announcing herself, a rare lapse in proper behavior for her, immediately removing her furs in the warmth of the multi-layered silk tent. She paused as Sesshomaru looked up and actually blinked at her in curious surprise. He was shirtless in the warmth of the tent, and was sharpening Tokijin with ash and paper. His hair was pooled around him like liquid silver, and he wore only a simple pair of hakima, indicating he’d had no intent on leaving the tent this day whatsoever. Rin stood in the doorway mesmerized by the sight of him so casual and so bare. He usually wore a shirt if she was around, though she did not know why he’d display such modesty. She’d been undressing in front of him for years; it never occurred to her to be as modest with him.

“Rin, what are you doing in here? Why didn't you tell me you wanted to come in?” he said, his voice calm and relaxed; she blinked at him and then walked forward, finally kneeling before him and peering into his gold eyes with sharp attention.

“Sesshomaru-sama… Why have you never touched me again, like you did that night? Why do you hide yourself from Rin’s eyes most of the time? Rin… Rin misses your hands, she misses looking at you…” she said bluntly, lifting a hand and coming very dangerously close to touching his chest. The youkai froze, his face cool and remote, hiding his shock at her words and her actions. He’d never expected her to speak thus; he’d become sure she’d forgotten that night entirely actually.

“Rin. It is unseemly to be so forward with me.” He said quietly, but for once she wouldn’t jump to obey or make her mistake right. She looked up into his eyes and shook her head.

“Sesshomaru-sama, Rin… Rin understands what that feeling was, when Sesshomaru-sama touched her. Rin wants to feel that way again. Please Sesshomaru-sama, won’t you help Rin to feel good again?” she asked him, her hand finally touching his chest gently. His eyes narrowed as her small hand caressed his skin, tracing the curves and valleys of the pectoral muscles, over to one side then the other. Her eyes followed her hand, which freed him to let his amazement flicker across his face for a moment. Did the girl have any concept of what she was doing, what she was asking of him? However her bluntness deserved the same in return.

“Rin, I would not wish to hurt you, or to mislead you. You were too young for that pleasure, so I refused to repeat the activity… until you were ready…” her hand was dropping lower across his abdomen, tracing around his navel and threatening to go lower yet. His hand tightened around the pommel of Tokijin as he fought the girl-child’s innocent explorations effect upon him. She was not quite fourteen, and while some human girls were married off this young, it was not considered proper to mate with a thirteen your old girl… but then he was no human.

“Rin is fine, and will be fine, Sesshomaru-sama. Rin wants to be… needs to be touched again, can’t you tell?” she finally looked up at him and smiled a sweet smile that was also so full of understanding, as if she knew what his end goal for her was. She lifted her other hand and rested it boldly on his cool striped cheek. “Sesshomaru-sama… if you won’t or can’t help me, then please… dress and leave me alone in the tent.” She breathed, flushing only now as her obvious intent hung in the air unspoken. He inhaled sharply in amazement; yes she was highly aroused, and he could imagine she’d want to console herself if she had no other release. Before he’d even thought about it, he dropped Tokijin onto its stand and pulled her across his lap like he’d done those years ago. Rin squeaked then slid her left arm around his waist, her hand curving over his hip as she looked up at him. He brushed her bangs back and leaned closer to her.

“Rin. Realize this; once this starts, we shall not stop. Sesshomaru also has needs, needs he has had put away until Rin was capable of meeting them. The “touching” you desire is but a taste of these needs; be sure you are committed to this and to me before I do as you ask, Rin.” He watched her flush and then smile. Her hand rose again and she ran her thumb over his lower lip.

“I understand, and am honored Sesshomaru-sama.” She purred, then lifted her head and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes and gently let her control the kiss. She didn't open her mouth, or touch his lips with her tongue, but her lips were relaxed and soft on his, as if she knew there was something more to the experience she was missing. He slowly pulled back a bit and then parted his own lips before kissing her himself, his tongue flicked the seam of her lips. She jumped and gasped which let him in; he stroked her tongue with his own and then flicked her tiny harmless eyeteeth.

Rin’s body felt so heavy, yet so good, warm and shivery as she felt her master’s tongue explore her mouth. She opened her lips wider to allow him more liberty, her fingers digging into his side unknowing. She also hadn’t noticed his hand untie the obi of her simple but elegant kimono until she felt the air on her skin as it fell open under his fingers. She thrust her tongue into his mouth when she felt his claws on her belly, drifting with tickling and delicate care over her pale skin. Again he guided her to kiss enticingly, and not just tongue rape him. Eventually Rin had to let her head drop back so she could breathe, Sesshomaru had inched his hand up her belly towards her swelling breasts. He moved his lips to her chin then traced down the column of her neck as he let his hand drift over the incredibly firm globe of her left breast. Rin cried out softly and shivered; her breasts were still developing and were very sensitive. She’d only recently begun to bind them now and then, but had not bothered that day; it just hurt too much sometimes to bind them down.

But Sesshomaru-sama’s hand was so gentle, and he crooned as his hand enveloped her breast and massaged it with care. Her nipples hardened as she shivered with enjoyment, encouraging him to nip her neck with those deadly fangs. He noticed how her knees drew up and spread as she shuddered at his caressing of her budding breasts, and felt anticipation rising in his belly. He’d inadvertently trained her to welcome him all those years ago, had he? Rin’s hips shifted instinctively, and she whimpered as her left arm rose, her hand delving into his hair to cling to his neck, holding his fangs to her neck. He licked her skin and moved to her collarbones, her delicate shoulders, and moved his hand, wrapping around her ankle and sliding up her strong leg slowly.

Rin quivered and made a soft sound as the large warm hand on her leg moved closer to the place that was the focus of her attention, the place that was melting and hot, the place she remembered him touching before. Sesshomaru’s mouth moved to her breast, causing even more shivers, making her moan louder as her belly fluttered in reaction. Her chest arched up to his mouth as his lips trailed over the swelling curve of her left breast. His hand was on her upper thigh now, her legs widening for his fingers as he moved them with obvious intent. When his clawed fingertips teased along the shy nether lips between her thighs, his lips also found a large pink nipple. Lips and fingers rolled over the nubs each had claimed, causing Rin to tense up in surprise as pleasure rippled through her. Her skin was so hot now, that she pulled her hands away and tugged with short jerks upon her kimono, trying to get cool air on her heated flesh, until the garment was hanging off her shoulders and draped over his legs folded under her.

Sesshomaru suckled her firm breast with sheer enjoyment; her flesh was so firm and yet silky soft, and her response inspired him to do more, to see what she’d do or what sound she’d make with each caress. His fingers pressed into her outer petals, finding her liberally dampened for him. His fingers pinched her center gently, earning a soft comment of “That was it, yes…” and her thighs clasping his hand. Her words went right to his belly, making him harden more at her innocently arousing wonder. He moved up to rub his cheek on hers and then watch her face as he worked her as she’d asked him to.

Rin remembered this from before; the zinging in her veins, the melting weakness, and the pleasure, hot and delicious and never enough. Eyes screwed shut, she breathed harder, biting her lower lip as that large warm hand pressed and teased her, building a rhythm, and retreating just a little every few beats so she had to move her hips to regain the pressure that she wanted, that she needed to have on her core. She wasn’t aware of Sesshomaru’s darkened eyes on her, and she was barely aware of the hot pressure against her left hip. Unlike the first time when she’d been younger, the tension that had tormented her and had been so hard to dispel was building rapidly and the ache was moving, leaving her feeling empty. She didn't understand it; she just wanted it go away, and mewled to let Sesshomaru understand she needed something more.

The youkai smirked at her soft whimpers and as he’d tried to do before, slid two fingers into her untried passage. This time she responded with more excitement and moaned, a rush of honey letting him know she was now aware of the pleasure to be gained there. His own desire was riding his nerves and his resolve; she’d come to him hungry for pleasure, asked him to help her, and ease the need inside her. He was not just excited but moved by her faith, her trust and affection for him. He lifted her shoulders and kissed her swollen lips again, then spoke quietly, his lips against hers.

“Relax, Rin. I promise you’ll enjoy it, all of it…” he rested her back onto the furs of the floor and stood, removing his hakima quickly. Rin’s eyes fixed on his body, going right to his erect maleness.

“It’s bigger than that boy’s was…” she blurted. His eyebrow lifted as she blushed and covered her mouth in embarrassment. He’d felt her virgin barrier intact within her, so he wondered who this boy was she spoke of, and how had she seen him nude. She smiled wanly and explained the scene she’d spied on; however her reaction as she related it spoke volumes to Sesshomaru. Her face flushed more, and her thighs trembled as she remembered what she’d seen. Her excitement fired his own, and he felt his manhood throb with need.

When Rin finished her account, she licked her lips and looked up at him. “Sesshomaru-sama…” she purred, her body arching on the white furs under her. Sesshomaru knelt between her knees as she watched him, his hands landing on her hips and tugging her closer to him. She blinked as he leaned over her, his eyes intent on hers before he lowered his head to her belly, nuzzling and flicking his tongue into her navel. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and slid lower yet, rubbing his nose on the slight down covering her mound. Rin closed her eyes and waited trustingly as he parted her folds with his tongue, rubbing her center with it and slipping two fingers into her again. He massaged the constriction inside her as he rolled and sucked her core slowly, enjoying the taste of her virginal honey.

Rin quivered under him, gasping and making soft moans as the pleasure of his mouth on her built quickly, making that tension in her belly nearly unbearable. She couldn’t help arching to his face, or tightening her thighs around his head and shoulders. Her hands dove into his heavy silver hair as she writhed under his attentions. Sesshomaru didn't take long with his tasting of her; he couldn’t believe how much he desired her. Her artless innocent passions had almost driven him mad, and he’d chosen to throw his control, his aloof façade to the winds.

He gave a last stroke inside her, and a last sweep of his tongue over her core before he crawled over her small frame, dragging his tongue up her skin, over her belly and chest until he nipped her chin. Rin’s arms wound around his neck, tugging imperiously, her body flexing to press to his almost wantonly.

“Why did you stop? Please Sesshomaru-sama…” She breathed as he settled between her thighs, his arms sliding up beside her to hold her shoulders as he kissed her cheek lightly.

“This is going to hurt, Rin; it cannot be avoided I am afraid. Try to stay relaxed…” he said softly. Rin’s brow furrowed at that, even as she felt his shaft nestle into her entrance. One of his large hands moved over her mouth and then…

She screamed against his hand as she saw a flash of red. It felt as if she’d had a huge firebrand thrust into her. The pain was sharp and made her whole body tense as she arched unconsciously in an attempt to shove him off her. Sesshomaru laid over her quietly and licked the tears of pain from her cheeks as she instinctively fought his invasion of her body. She finally lay still under him, whimpering and opened her eyes to stare at him in tearful, silent accusation. He didn't move his hand, not wanting her to say anything; he slowly pulled back and watched her flush with pain again, wondering if she’d come around to desire ever again. She had been the one to start this, after all, and he’d told her… Well she couldn’t have expected this much pain, he admitted to himself.

Rin clenched her teeth as he pulled back out, which hurt nearly as bad as when he’d pushed into her to begin with. She tried to relax as he’d said but it was impossible, it hurt too badly. She whimpered as Sesshomaru continued to move slowly within her, his hand staying over her mouth as if to allow her to protest against his fingers. Her eyes fixed on his face, and slowly, as she focused upon him, she began to forget to notice the pain of his thrusts. His eyes were closed, and his lips parted as he breathed deeply, a soft tint of pink on his cheeks. He looked… beautiful and familiar… that couple! Yes his expression mirrored theirs as they grew more frenzied during their wrestling. But she was not as lost in enjoyment; she was still hurting even though the pain had faded greatly by now.

Sesshomaru couldn’t help himself, her tight grip on him, and the heat of her around him was too much after waiting so long for her mature. The tang of her blood was sharp in the air, and he regretted her pain, but not even that could still his hips as he moved faster and faster, until he saw red and his body was wracked with his climax. His fangs bared and he bit his lower lip as he shuddered over Rin’s now relaxed and calmed body, and he spilled into her wounded tunnel before laying over her, barely held up on his elbows.

Rin’s eyes widened as he came to his peak, her body tingling again at the mere sight of his ecstatic face. He bit his lower lip and made the most beautiful sound of pleasure, and she knew that’s what it was; he shook above her and she felt a hot warmth flood her insides, soothing the pain within. When he settled over her, she cradled him to her and heard herself making soothing sounds in his long delicate ear. Any resentment for the pain he’d caused her was gone; in fact she felt almost good, despite the slight lingering burning between her thighs. Sesshomaru nuzzled into her neck and tightened his arms around her as she cuddled him closer and closed her eyes tiredly.

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Sesshomaru pulled away from the girl and sat up slowly. Rin was asleep, though she moaned as he disengaged from her. He wrinkled his nose as he saw her blood on his groin and thighs. He sighed and pulled his fur over his arm, then scooped Rin up, pulling her kimono over her then taking her outside. He ignored Jaken’s wide eyed stuttering at the sight he made with Rin’s limp form in his arms as he padded by naked and took her to the hot springs. Dropping the fur and kimono he stepped into the steaming water. She murmured then blinked as her body sank into the heat, her face going red with the shock of the hot water. Her hands dug into the youkai’s skin as he sat with her and chuckled. She scowled at him and would have spoken but he lifted a brow and gave the barest hint of a shake of the head. She blinked and stayed silent as he stood her on the sandy bottom of the spring and proceeded to rub his hands over her, washing the sweat and fluids off her skin. He was gentle and she soon smiled under his touch, enjoying his almost caressing fingers.

However she did stiffen a little as one arm snaked around her and his other hand slid between her thighs. His eyes held her as his feet pushed hers further apart, letting him slide higher and closer until he was brushing her wounded center. She quivered in confusion, both the erotic impulse and the pain she’d just suffered flashing through her head at once. He nodded slightly and was very gentle as he stroked her skin, brushing the blood and semen off her. When she relaxed a bit and was smiling again, he slowly pressed his fingers into her, watching for her to tense up. She was wary, but she also trusted him, so she tilted her hips forward for him. He was careful as he spread his fingers inside her, and she blinked as she felt the hot water rush into her. It startled her at fist but then she realized it felt good and the last of the pulling ache inside her abused passage faded.

Sesshomaru almost smiled as she visibly relaxed and she began to respond to his fingers inside her. Gently he pulled her between his knees and pressed his thumb against her center as he massaged her inside, stroking then scissoring his fingers open, testing her ability to take him again. Rin’s lips parted as she let her eyes drift closed; she’d been too aroused before, and had had no release. She was quite easy to bring back to that point actually, and Sesshomaru pulled her closer yet and pressed his lips to her cheek. Rin’s soft little moan as she gripped his upper arms thrilled him and he felt himself stirring already. Rin leaned into him, rubbing her cheek on his. He nuzzled her ear and slid the hand on her hip up her back then to her front, where he cupped a breast and almost purred into her ear.

Rin melted and shivered, biting her lower lip like he’d done as his hands made her feel that warm tingling again. She barely heard him tell her to touch him if she wanted too, but the message sank in anyway, and she let her hands wander from his triceps down across his chest. She was tentative and slow, feeling his body blindly which made his control slip and his desire rise hard as her little hands swept over him curiously. He nibbled her ear and she shivered again, her hands dropping further, tracing his belly and sides. She seemed to be fighting her shyness about his manhood, so he took her right hand and placed it around him, pulling his head back to watch her face as she discovered the feel of him under her hand.

Rin was shocked and excited as his hand guided her fingers around that swelling flesh she’d seen before. It was hard yet soft at once, silken in the mineral laden water, and it throbbed under her hand like it was alive. She liked how it felt and stroked it gently at first, her grip growing firmer and more confident as he guided her hand. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her through his lashes, looking like she felt. She leaned forward boldly and kissed him, her lips soft and yet insistent. His hand left her breast to hold her neck, kissing her with a melting sweetness that spoke to her of why he’d kept her with him for so long, and what he wanted for her, for them both. She suddenly crawled onto the rock he was seated on and straddled his lap, breaking the kiss with a gasp.

“Can we try again, Sesshomaru-sama? Maybe it won’t hurt so much this time?” She whispered shyly, cheeks pink. He pulled her to his chest and nodded.

“Are you sure?” She kissed him again, and tugged his manhood, trying to move it to her entrance. He was gentle as he positioned her over him and slowly lowered her over his shaft. She stiffened, which made him stop; if she was in too much pain he’d simply wait until she fully healed, and continue to play with her until she was ready. They had waited this long after all. She opened her eyes and bit her lip, then shifted in encouragement. He lowered her more, and then paused. She frowned and lifted her hands to his face, petting his cheeks lightly.

“It’s not that bad, Sesshomaru-sama. Don’t worry about me.” She murmured and kissed his mouth again, her tongue twining with his as both closed their eyes. He still advanced slowly, careful of her injury, and also enjoying the friction her sheer tightness afforded him. Eventually he was as fully seated within her as he could be and waited again for her to adjust.

Rin breathed calmly; the pain was not nearly as bad, and in fact seemed to be ok, mixed with the thrill of being one with her beloved Sesshomaru for the first time. She had decided to pretend the painful episode from before had never happened; she wanted this to be her memory of their first joining. She moved her mouth to his chin and then his neck, nibbling his skin and wriggling her hips against him, feeling thrills of pleasure from the motions. Sesshomaru moved one hand between them to slowly rub her tiny nub in a circular motion. Rin’s hips jerked over his in response and she moaned against his neck, her arms winding around his shoulders. Her nipples hardened, stroking his chest with each breath; he tilted his head to the side so he could look down and see her impaled upon him, her firm little breasts heaving as she awakened under his hands. He couldn’t help arching his hips up a bit which made her gasp a little. Her face was not showing pain this time though so he felt encouraged to thrust again, and again.

Rin was feeling good, her skin tingled pleasantly and her belly felt that tightness again, well it had never really gone away, but now it was thrilling her; she knew Sesshomaru-sama was going to make it go away this time. Her smooth teeth dug into his shoulder as she moved with him, the rhythm he’d shown her before matching perfectly to his current rhythm, and to the motions of his fingers on her core. Her head arched back as she pushed down against his upward thrusts, the rushing sensation of pleasure at each motion beginning to overwhelm her. This was what she’d wanted; this was what she’d known Sesshomaru-sama would make her feel. She whimpered and moaned and writhed shamelessly against him as the pressure built higher and higher inside her.

Sesshomaru grasped her hip and helped her move over him, the water sloshing around them. His body shuddered as he felt her clasping him more fully, the tightness not abating but somehow she was taking more of him into herself. Her heat rivaled the water around them and he savored her lush embracing of his shaft, and her soft sounds of pleasure in him and what he was doing to her. He stood suddenly and holding her to him, leapt out and lay with her on the fur he’d left close to the edge of the water. He moved harder with his added leverage, holding himself up over her as Rin cried out and began to shake under him.

Leaving the water had added to the friction within her, and Rin’s body rippled with the pleasure that erupted under Sesshomaru’s renewed assault. Her hands wound into his hair and she arched her back up to him as the tension finally exploded. She cried out, her legs tightening around his hips as she flushed bright pink, eyes screwed shut. Sesshomaru moaned as her already tight grip on him became even tighter, and gave into his impulse to drive into her. A few deep hard thrusts and he spilled into her again, trembling as he leaned in and bit her shoulder, hanging on as his body surged against hers. Rin’s voice quivered as she was wracked by her orgasm, calling to him and crying inarticulately.

Finally the youkai cuddled her to him and rolled them to their sides. Rin panted and snuggled to his chest, calm and satisfied at last now that the ache and tension were gone from her belly. Sesshomaru brushed the damp hair from her face and watched her smile as she tumbled to sleep, then chuckled. Jaken was probably scandalized back at their little winter home. However he didn't care; Jaken would have to get used to hearing things, and quickly…

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He sighed as he watched the snow thickening, threatening to become a storm. Rin had not suffered from her “injury” for long, and she’d become a good mate for him. She’d been feisty and outspoken, but she also was intelligent enough to know when to be silent. She’d never been dominated; instead she willingly did as he wanted, and made him very glad if he relented and gave her what she wanted. She never had wanted much.

Just him.

He swung out of the bed and went to the bath, uncovering the steaming hot water in the tub and sinking into it. Rin had wanted more than just his regard. She’d wanted to provide him with heirs. She’d mourned the fact she’d never conceived a child until the day she died; he’d been just as glad though. Much though he’d cared for his mate, he never was certain he’d be comfortable siring a hanyou like his father had. He and Inuyasha had never really learned to get along, and while there was mutual respect between them, affection was not possible. He still wasn’t sure how he’d have felt about a half- breed child, even if its mother had been his beloved Rin.

He flipped his hair over the side, uncaring about the splashing on the floor. He had been lucky to have Rin close to sixty years. Staying with him had not always been easy but she’d always had good food and was protected. He was certain, after observing humans all this time, that the fact she never had children added to her lifespan as well. Human females were weakened by childbirth, and in those times he was certain she’d have certainly lost almost ten years from her amazingly long lifespan.

Still he’d lost her eventually, and he winced still as he remembered how sad she was for him as she laid on her deathbed. He’d been amazed at her gentle urging to not remain alone forever. She had pleaded with him to not be so aloof as to not seek a new mate after she was gone. He’d promised her only to let her rest in peace; he’d never be able to seek out a human woman and he’d not seen a female inu-youkai in a long time by then. He’d watched her smile and sat by her until the end, then buried her by their winter campsite. He never returned to the spot again. He mourned her alone and silently, and now and then he hoped she could forgive his neglect of her grave.

His eyes focused on the present, firmly pushing the sorrow he never really admitted to feeling away. Hope had come back to him; he had to remind himself of that. Because at last… he’d found a woman he felt he could endure in his life… she just needed a little more “persuading”…

Smirking, he rose from the bath and prepared to seek out the Higurashi Shrine.

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