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He stopped himself from going down that train of thought, he did not want to do anything that may alarm her, or stop anything that may be about to happen.
“This Rin has been unable to stop herself from thinking lecherous thoughts about her mate… she knows she should have waited for you, but… she just couldn’t help herself, thinking of you made Rin so excited. Rin believes her Lord should not tolerate such behavior from his mate. Rin must be…” she purred out the next word, “punished”.
She felt the nervousness again. How would he react? Would he be angry? Disgusted with her behavior? Would he refuse her, telling her she was being inappropriate, and perhaps punish her with silence and impassivity? Perhaps he would tell her he was disgusted with her weakness and lack of control? Suddenly, this whole idea seemed like a bad one. She wasn’t so sure anymore…
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In that moment, a light clicked on in Sesshomaru’s head. It was suddenly very clear to him what was going on and why Rin was speaking the way she was, and acting so strangely. If it were in his nature, and would not have possibly hurt her feelings, he would have chuckled at his own naivety. She was trying to seduce him.
She was trying her best to initiate mating, something she had never done before, and… honestly… she was barely eighteen years old. She was… unskilled and… unaware of how to go about such a thing with any subtlety. She was being completely wanton and obvious, no where near lady like or graceful, but… She was trying.
Rin was probably forcing herself not to blush, as she was so prone to do in intimate situations. Her words came out sounding scripted, and unnatural. He could tell that she had rehearsed this in her head many times before, most likely for weeks, before working up the nerve to say it aloud.
He smelled the nervousness in her, saw the quiver of her lip, and her blink as she looked away from him, suddenly less sure of her actions. She looked so much like the Rin he knew then. Small and a little frightened. In need of reassurance and a positive reaction from him, lest this faltering in her confidence lead to something worse. If she failed this time, he knew she would never make another attempt at initiating mating with him, and he wanted a bold mate, one who did not simply bow down and acquiesce to his every decision. It was more fun that way… He enjoyed that she didn’t fear him, and spoke her mind, unafraid he would harm her. Of course, he would always have the final say, and always be the dominant one in the relationship, but he was not a cruel uncaring master, and her wants and needs weighed heavily on his every decision. It was much easier for him, if she voiced her feelings on any given matter as he was not one to be able to easily decipher those things in another. Most of the time he didn’t give a damn about anyone other than himself; he had never taken the time to cultivate the skill of reading others’ emotions. Aside from his own wants and needs, only hers mattered to him in the least.
This was a good thing. This was proof that she desired him, wanted him, as much as he did her. There was a secret part of himself that had wondered if such was the case. He had more than once held back, worried that she was not enjoying their ‘love making’ as humans called it, or, mating, as he thought of it. While it was never his intent, it often felt as if he were only using her for his own gratification as she lay beneath him, responding, yes, but nowhere near the passionate cries and screams of his name he was trying to elicit. The closest he ever got to what he wanted to that end were the fevered whispers of thanks when he brought her to completion with his tongue.
He worried that it was only then a sense of obligation that led her to allow him to crawl up her body and enter her tight slick passage and pump himself slowly and carefully, to climax as she gasped and sighed. Always he resisted the urge to pound into her with short, sharp thrusts, or push himself deeply to the hilt, so afraid of hurting her, or scaring her with the intensity of his need. He wanted to fuck her. But, he never did.
His anger gave way to something softer, more… appreciative. She had risked so much to do this. She had no idea what he would do now, and he knew that if he ever wanted her to initiate mating again he could not shut her down, make her feel stupid, embarrass her or do any other thing than respond completely positively to whatever she said and did.
It was now up to him, now. She had left him with the option of turning her down, punishing her in any way he saw fit, or, as he intended to do, continuing in this little game she had initiated.
Think. What would she want you to say? How would she hope for you to react? What would she want you to do?
Well, if his father taught him anything about diplomacy, it was ‘When in doubt, ask’. He removed his armor and swords, and stalked closer to her,
“In what manner, little Rin, would you have this Sesshomaru punish you?”
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Rin breathed an inward sigh of relief. He seemed to be going along with her, humoring her if nothing else. Perhaps he was merely curious? She didn’t know, and it didn’t matter, now was the time for her most potentially embarrassing moment, and she had to say what she wanted, without falling apart and giggling or blushing or stammering, or otherwise making a fool of herself. She must appear confident, and… *glup*, sexy.
“This Rin feels you should remind her who is her alpha male, and why she should wait for him. Rin thinks you should remind your mate of her place… on all fours with her face pressed to the forest floor, with your fangs buried in her shoulder, and her behind in the air, as you take her from behind, deep and fast and hard, until she’s screaming your name, never to forget that she’s mated to the most powerful inu-taiyoukai in all Nippon, and she should never test his patients… lest he spank her naughty ass.”
Oh Kami-sama… she’d said it aloud! With him to hear her. What was he going to think of her now? Her words may have been confident, but right now she was trembling inside, hoping he didn’t laugh at her outright. Stupid, stupid, Rin… He’s going to think you’re so foolish… so immature… such a wanton little whore…
Why had she done this again?
Because. It’s what she wanted. That was what she wanted from him, and she couldn’t just say that to him. She would’ve died of embarrassment. Hells, she still might, but… it just had to be said! She couldn’t deal with his holding back anymore, leaving her constantly unfulfilled, bored, and always longing for more.
Rin said a silent prayer to any Kami that cared to listen that she hadn’t just messed up the best thing she’d ever had, and lost the affections of the only one male she could ever bring herself to allow to touch her, after the beatings she’d endured at the hands of human men.
Please… Kami-sama… please don’t let him hate me now! Please don’t let him think I’m some kind of whore… Please… please… please… don’t let him leave me.
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That was what this was all about? That was what she wanted? All this, just to ask him to take her in a different way? Be less gentle with her, give her more of his demon side?
Why did she seem so certain of rejection? Why did she reek of fear? She obviously didn’t think that he would harm her… did she think… did she think he would reject such a simple request, and one he was so willing to fulfill? Did she think he could ever deny her anything?
“You wish for me to take you as I would an Inuyoukai female? You wish for me to dominate you as I would a demoness, to be less gentle and use more force with you?”
He watched as she looked up from under bangs, he head had bowed moments after she had made what had obviously been a rehearsed speech, her eyes were wide, full of trepidation and…hope.
She bit her lower lip, and responded mutely, nodding her head slowly up and down. She looked down again, then to the side, then back up at him, bringing her hands in front of her, wringing them nervously, before asking so sweetly,
“Please?” A feeling of warmth flooded through his chest at her not-so-innocent pleadings. Of course he would give her what she wanted. Hells, he was more than happy to oblige. There was such a sense of relief and freedom that came with her request. No longer did he have to worry about offending her, scaring her, making her despise him for the things he wished to do to her. She had asked those very things of him.
If she wanted his demon, he would give it to her, whole heartedly. He said nothing, simply staring down at her, as he removed his haori and kosode. Untied the knot of his hakama, and removed his fundoshi. His cock was throbbing, so hard it was bouncing against his belly button with each beat of his heart.
He watched her watching him strip. He could scent how aroused she was, her nipples were hard and he could see the wetness glisten on her nether regions… and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Her pupils dilated, so her eyes appeared black and when she licked her lips, an idea struck him…
He finally came to stand before her, reminding himself that this was her wish. She wanted him to be a bit rough… well… if she protested he would stop, of course, but…
She wanted it rough? She wanted his demon? Oh, yes, he would give her what she asked for, but first… He would have her do something for him that he had never asked of her, because he had heard that human women disliked performing the act.
“This is what you want, Rin?” He was growling, his markings were jagged and the whites of his eyes were quickly fading to red as he became even more aroused at the thoughts running through his head.
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There is was… the hint of fear she had been expecting. Perhaps not really fear, perhaps more… nervous anticipation. She was trembling, and she knew she should respond soon verbally, or perhaps he would scent her nervousness and stop. That was the last thing she wanted.
“Yes, this is what Rin wants...”
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She smelt of nervousness, trepidation and uncertainty, but not fear. She simply did not know what to expect. He was forced to admit, in his current state, her twinge of nerves made him feel even more powerful, and power had always been his favorite aphrodisiac.
He grabbed the back of her neck and used his other hand to push downward on her shoulder blade,
“Kneel.”
She came to her knees before him and her eyes went wide, realizing what he meant to have her do. He gripped himself, smoothing his foreskin back and forth, providing a perverse show for his mate, who so badly wished for him to assert himself more forcefully.
He bent himself forward, using the tip to trace the curve of her lips, and his eyes hooded in passion as he saw her open her mouth wide and look up at him uncertainly, as if asking if she should proceed. He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her hair, pulling it back and roughly fisting it, before shoving her forward insistently.
“Suck me.”
Yes… Suck me, bitch… his mind said, though he still did not use the term aloud. No, not yet.
He eased her head down and his hips forward, pressing himself slowly into her mouth. He allowed himself to slide in further, and only stopped when he saw her eyes snap shut in discomfort.
He marked the length she could comfortably take in with his hand, and then began to move her head over the first third of his manhood, working the other two thirds with his own hand, pumping into her mouth.
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Rin’s large eyes glistened with unshed tears, yet held nothing but adoration as she stared up at him from her kneeling position. Finally deciding to concentrate on pleasing him, she brought both her hands up and, when he removed his own, she gripped him herself.
She worked his length up and down, squeezing his shaft, so thick and hot and hard. Velvet soft skin over an iron rod, that’s what he felt like. His head was so smooth and plump and she sucked and swirled the tip of her tongue over it, pressed him as deeply into her as she could, then pulled back to trace the ridge of his head and down the thick vein underneath.
“Faster.” She could hear him panting, and his voice sounded strained in a way she’d never heard before. She was obviously having an effect on him. She was so happy she was getting this reaction that her enthusiasm for the task skyrocketed.
She’d never done this before, though… she’d definitely thought about it, and wanted to try it. She’d been so worried what he would think of her though… if she offered to do something that most respectable women refused and prostitutes charged extra for.
She was beyond that now… she hadn’t offered, he’d commanded and that gave her the freedom to be as wanton in the task as she desired, without feeling any guilt for it. There really was a freedom to be found in submission to another’s whims.
Now, all she could think of was pleasing him. She moved as fast as she could, careful of her teeth, though… she doubted she could hurt him in the slightest. More in the interest of needing to exhale than in improving her technique, she began a slow steady hum, unknowingly sending vibrations all along his sensitive aroused length.
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Rationally he knew, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had never performed such an act on a male before, but… Kami-sama she felt so damn goooooood.
When she started to hum… it was more than he could take. He wanted to let the tightness building in his testicles overwhelm him, consume him, allow the burning ache in the head of his member to explode and release his essence down her throat, but…
She wanted him to take her from behind, and he intended to.
With more force than he intended he ripped her mouth away from his manhood, letting a snarl loose in the process. She winced and an involuntary whimper escaped her as he ripped his cock from her drooling mouth.
“My lord?” He heard her question, and instinctively he tightened his grip on her hair, wrenching her head back roughly and baring her throat.
He saw her wince again, and again she whimpered but this time she also whined…in Inu.
She roughly communicated ‘Please. Pain.’
He instantly slackened his hold on her hair, as his eyes widened in shock at the realization that she had used his language to speak to him. His surprise broke him from his haze of pleasure and he realized that not only had she whimpered in his language, but she was now looking deliberately down and to the side.
He slackened his hold a bit more and she gave a short ‘yip’… Thank you.
She glanced quickly at him, before daring to whine/bark at him again, this time asking,
“Bad bitch?”.
He released his hold of her hair entirely, realizing belatedly that he was only staring at her stupidly, he responded to her in Japanese,
“Iie… very good bitch.” Never before had he used the term ‘bitch’ when in reference to Rin. Not out loud at least. He had witnessed his brother’s miko become very upset on many occasions, screaming about what a terrible insult it was to call a human woman a ‘bitch’. To an Inu, to be called a ‘bitch’ was a term of endearment, respect, and honor among females and their mates. There was no higher position for a female in the pack than to be the bitch of the alpha male. An alpha male may have many mates, but only ONE bitch. Rin, in Sesshomaru’s mind, despite the fact that she was human, or… begrudgingly he admitted, perhaps because she was human and had earned his respect, was a ‘bitch’. An honored mate.
He was so very pleased with Rin in this moment. That she had obviously taken the time to understand both his language and cultural behaviors, meant more to him than he could properly articulate.
His wish to fulfill her wishes became overwhelming, and the throbbing is his cock was doing nothing to stem this desire.
“Turn from me, and come to all fours.”
He watched as she slowly complied, first turning from him and then rocking forward, on her hands and knees. He watched as she arched her back, the delicate curve of her spine accentuating the fullness of her hindquarters, and leaving her wetness on dripping display for him to admire.
He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of entering her this way.
He came to his knees behind her, and decided he wished for her ass to be higher, and her to be in an even more vulnerable position, his for the taking. He loomed over her, leaning forward, using his hand to put pressure on the center of her back between her shoulder blades.
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Rin easily complied, letting him lead the way, and pressed her forehead to the soft ground. To be so open, vulnerable, and unable to see his actions behind her was a delicious new thrill and she found herself panting from anticipation of what he might feel like inside her in this new position.
Instead of his cock, she felt his tongue and it was…there. He was tasting her…there. Instinctively she stiffened. She couldn’t imagine why his tongue might be pressed against her tight puckered rear opening, and she could only pray he did not intend to enter her there.
“Sesshomaru-sama?”
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He was just beginning to enjoy the taste and scent of the place on her body where her natural scent was the strongest when he heard her question him.
Question him?
He pulled back, refusing to acknowledge the question, and brought the flat of his hand down against one rounded full cheek, then the other.
*SMACK, SMACK*
The echo of the flesh hitting flesh rang throughout the clearing and he watched with hungry fascination as her cheeks giggled slightly, before the expanse of pale skin turned a pleasing shade of red. Simply for his own enjoyment, he spanked her again in the same manner.
*SMACK, SMACK*
He heard her intake of breath, and smelt the salt of her tears, which was in direct contrast to the increase in her arousal at his actions. With less force but more speed, he began to reign down the blows, alternating cheeks.
*SMACK, SMACK.* *SMACK, SMACK* *SMACK, SMACK* *SMACK, SMACK*
The reddening of her skin allowed him to delight in faint handprints painted across her tender bottom. His cock ached and throbbed, so full and ripe hanging between his legs, jumping and twitching and leaking beads of pre-cum with each delivered strike.
He took in everything, the giggle of her ass, the way her breasts swung forward and back as her body heaved in exertion. It was delicious.
Hearing her whimper, he decided she had had enough. He did not wish to do any serious harm to her, after all. She had definitely learned her lesson, though the glisten of her outer lips and the beads of her own moisture clinging to her pubic hair like diamonds and smelling of dewy musky arousal, had him fairly certain she would definitely dare to question him again at some point. Perhaps just not today.
Without another word he went back to his previous activity, enjoying the taste and scent of that tight spinchter of muscles, pushing his tongue inside and rewarding her for taking his ‘punishment’ by reaching around to stimulate her engorged and overly sensitive nub.
Much to his surprise, within only minutes this time, instead of stiffening, she relaxed, submitting to him completely and even pressing herself back into his face.
It was enough… for now.
He would ease her gently into that particular form of submission. He would not enter her today, but take care in accustoming that area of her body to invasion slowly, over the course of perhaps a week or more. He would use his digits first, then eventually his member… but not today. Today he had no patients for such a thing, and would enter her the usual way, if only to quell his ache and hers more quickly.
He rocked back on his knees, positioning them between hers, so he might spread her as wide as he desired at whim and palmed his thick girth, preparing to enter her.
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Rin felt him settle in behind her, and then she felt the smooth hard tip of him stroking along her seam, moistening himself. He pressed his tip into her nub and shook it back and forth teasingly for a moment, before pulling away completely.
There was no slow ease to his penetration this time. It came with a swift sharp thud. He speared himself into her to the hilt, hitting that most wonderful spot on the way in. When his hips came into contact with her sensitized ass cheeks, still red from her spanking, the pain contrasted with the pleasure of his heavy testicles coming into the briefest teasing contact with her clit.
He covered her completely now, warm and safe in his embrace. A strong set of rigid muscles tensing and flexing against her back, his breath coming in heaving pants rubbing him against each contact point of their bodies, sensitizing each inch of her fevered skin until his every minute movement was registered.
Her breath slammed out of her lungs, her eyes went wide at the feeling of finally being full of him, and a moan escaped as her body lurched forward, and she dug her elbows into the ground for greater purchase, pushing back instead. She wanted all of him.
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At the feeling of being so suddenly strangled in warm hot wetness his cock pulsated, and he fought back the tidal wave of pleasure, not wishing to cum. Kami-sama… it is nearly too much.
He remained buried, falling forward, and wrapping one arm around her hips to hold her, and using the other to sweep her hair to one side, so he might have access to her shoulder.
When his fangs sunk in he heard her pant harshly, but she did not attempt to move her head to dislodge him, instead she tilted away, giving him even more access.
Good grrrlll.
He growled possessively and she shivered. The action sent her inner muscles quivering around him in delicious friction. He growled again and drew his hips back slowly, to leave only the tip of him buried.
When he heard the needy whine deep in her throat, he snapped his hips forward, once again spearing his length to the hilt, and causing the quiver of her muscles against him.
He repeated the action several more times, withdrawing slowly and entering swiftly, snapping his hips and flexing his glutes as the tightness and burning in his testicles was both aggravated and alleviated by the motions.
He heard her whisper,
“Please Sesshomaru-sama… faster!”
His eyes snapped open, red and turquoise. He growled deep in his chest, sending vibrations through them both.
His control snapped and he drove himself relentlessly into her soft accepting warmth. The thud of his hips became a hum as he moved more rapidly than any human could have and her body began to shake with the strain of accepting him.
“Ahhhhh!!! So! Good! Se! Sho! Ma! Ruuuuuuuuu!” She screamed her ecstasy to the heavens as her knees shook and her tight channel clamped down on his member, forcing him to use even more force to thrust into her, but the rhythmic squeezing of that hot tight fist inside her massaged his length, rippled against his head, and sent his testicles tightening with the explosive pleasure of his own release.
He felt himself knot inside his mate, stilling his actions as each pulse of his cock sent rivers of his cum spilling into her waiting womb.
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He’d never before knotted inside her. He’d never been so close to his demonic nature when he’d been with her as he was now, and it was a novel experience for her, feeling him expand inside her, filling her to limits, stretching her inner walls to capacity and triggering a feeling of fullness that skated the razor’s edge of pain.
All she could manage was and ‘ungggg’ sound as his grip on her tightened, and his hair tickled her the sensitized flesh of her flanks.
“Do not attempt to move away.” She heard him command, immediately after he removed his fangs from their bruising grip on her shoulder. She felt his long rouge tongue come out to lap the puncture wounds, dark and angry purple-red against her otherwise cream colored flesh.
She moved her head in an acknowledging motion, not caring in the least that she was smearing dirt across her forehead. She was finally sated, and if his relaxed posture was any indication, so was he.
He still covered her, and she was anything but cold. She could relish the private place she had found, covered by him, beneath him, safe in his embrace; his dominance, and infinite care.
She had finally found the safe place she sought.
She was home.
“This Rin has been unable to stop herself from thinking lecherous thoughts about her mate… she knows she should have waited for you, but… she just couldn’t help herself, thinking of you made Rin so excited. Rin believes her Lord should not tolerate such behavior from his mate. Rin must be…” she purred out the next word, “punished”.
She felt the nervousness again. How would he react? Would he be angry? Disgusted with her behavior? Would he refuse her, telling her she was being inappropriate, and perhaps punish her with silence and impassivity? Perhaps he would tell her he was disgusted with her weakness and lack of control? Suddenly, this whole idea seemed like a bad one. She wasn’t so sure anymore…
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In that moment, a light clicked on in Sesshomaru’s head. It was suddenly very clear to him what was going on and why Rin was speaking the way she was, and acting so strangely. If it were in his nature, and would not have possibly hurt her feelings, he would have chuckled at his own naivety. She was trying to seduce him.
She was trying her best to initiate mating, something she had never done before, and… honestly… she was barely eighteen years old. She was… unskilled and… unaware of how to go about such a thing with any subtlety. She was being completely wanton and obvious, no where near lady like or graceful, but… She was trying.
Rin was probably forcing herself not to blush, as she was so prone to do in intimate situations. Her words came out sounding scripted, and unnatural. He could tell that she had rehearsed this in her head many times before, most likely for weeks, before working up the nerve to say it aloud.
He smelled the nervousness in her, saw the quiver of her lip, and her blink as she looked away from him, suddenly less sure of her actions. She looked so much like the Rin he knew then. Small and a little frightened. In need of reassurance and a positive reaction from him, lest this faltering in her confidence lead to something worse. If she failed this time, he knew she would never make another attempt at initiating mating with him, and he wanted a bold mate, one who did not simply bow down and acquiesce to his every decision. It was more fun that way… He enjoyed that she didn’t fear him, and spoke her mind, unafraid he would harm her. Of course, he would always have the final say, and always be the dominant one in the relationship, but he was not a cruel uncaring master, and her wants and needs weighed heavily on his every decision. It was much easier for him, if she voiced her feelings on any given matter as he was not one to be able to easily decipher those things in another. Most of the time he didn’t give a damn about anyone other than himself; he had never taken the time to cultivate the skill of reading others’ emotions. Aside from his own wants and needs, only hers mattered to him in the least.
This was a good thing. This was proof that she desired him, wanted him, as much as he did her. There was a secret part of himself that had wondered if such was the case. He had more than once held back, worried that she was not enjoying their ‘love making’ as humans called it, or, mating, as he thought of it. While it was never his intent, it often felt as if he were only using her for his own gratification as she lay beneath him, responding, yes, but nowhere near the passionate cries and screams of his name he was trying to elicit. The closest he ever got to what he wanted to that end were the fevered whispers of thanks when he brought her to completion with his tongue.
He worried that it was only then a sense of obligation that led her to allow him to crawl up her body and enter her tight slick passage and pump himself slowly and carefully, to climax as she gasped and sighed. Always he resisted the urge to pound into her with short, sharp thrusts, or push himself deeply to the hilt, so afraid of hurting her, or scaring her with the intensity of his need. He wanted to fuck her. But, he never did.
His anger gave way to something softer, more… appreciative. She had risked so much to do this. She had no idea what he would do now, and he knew that if he ever wanted her to initiate mating again he could not shut her down, make her feel stupid, embarrass her or do any other thing than respond completely positively to whatever she said and did.
It was now up to him, now. She had left him with the option of turning her down, punishing her in any way he saw fit, or, as he intended to do, continuing in this little game she had initiated.
Think. What would she want you to say? How would she hope for you to react? What would she want you to do?
Well, if his father taught him anything about diplomacy, it was ‘When in doubt, ask’. He removed his armor and swords, and stalked closer to her,
“In what manner, little Rin, would you have this Sesshomaru punish you?”
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Rin breathed an inward sigh of relief. He seemed to be going along with her, humoring her if nothing else. Perhaps he was merely curious? She didn’t know, and it didn’t matter, now was the time for her most potentially embarrassing moment, and she had to say what she wanted, without falling apart and giggling or blushing or stammering, or otherwise making a fool of herself. She must appear confident, and… *glup*, sexy.
“This Rin feels you should remind her who is her alpha male, and why she should wait for him. Rin thinks you should remind your mate of her place… on all fours with her face pressed to the forest floor, with your fangs buried in her shoulder, and her behind in the air, as you take her from behind, deep and fast and hard, until she’s screaming your name, never to forget that she’s mated to the most powerful inu-taiyoukai in all Nippon, and she should never test his patients… lest he spank her naughty ass.”
Oh Kami-sama… she’d said it aloud! With him to hear her. What was he going to think of her now? Her words may have been confident, but right now she was trembling inside, hoping he didn’t laugh at her outright. Stupid, stupid, Rin… He’s going to think you’re so foolish… so immature… such a wanton little whore…
Why had she done this again?
Because. It’s what she wanted. That was what she wanted from him, and she couldn’t just say that to him. She would’ve died of embarrassment. Hells, she still might, but… it just had to be said! She couldn’t deal with his holding back anymore, leaving her constantly unfulfilled, bored, and always longing for more.
Rin said a silent prayer to any Kami that cared to listen that she hadn’t just messed up the best thing she’d ever had, and lost the affections of the only one male she could ever bring herself to allow to touch her, after the beatings she’d endured at the hands of human men.
Please… Kami-sama… please don’t let him hate me now! Please don’t let him think I’m some kind of whore… Please… please… please… don’t let him leave me.
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That was what this was all about? That was what she wanted? All this, just to ask him to take her in a different way? Be less gentle with her, give her more of his demon side?
Why did she seem so certain of rejection? Why did she reek of fear? She obviously didn’t think that he would harm her… did she think… did she think he would reject such a simple request, and one he was so willing to fulfill? Did she think he could ever deny her anything?
“You wish for me to take you as I would an Inuyoukai female? You wish for me to dominate you as I would a demoness, to be less gentle and use more force with you?”
He watched as she looked up from under bangs, he head had bowed moments after she had made what had obviously been a rehearsed speech, her eyes were wide, full of trepidation and…hope.
She bit her lower lip, and responded mutely, nodding her head slowly up and down. She looked down again, then to the side, then back up at him, bringing her hands in front of her, wringing them nervously, before asking so sweetly,
“Please?” A feeling of warmth flooded through his chest at her not-so-innocent pleadings. Of course he would give her what she wanted. Hells, he was more than happy to oblige. There was such a sense of relief and freedom that came with her request. No longer did he have to worry about offending her, scaring her, making her despise him for the things he wished to do to her. She had asked those very things of him.
If she wanted his demon, he would give it to her, whole heartedly. He said nothing, simply staring down at her, as he removed his haori and kosode. Untied the knot of his hakama, and removed his fundoshi. His cock was throbbing, so hard it was bouncing against his belly button with each beat of his heart.
He watched her watching him strip. He could scent how aroused she was, her nipples were hard and he could see the wetness glisten on her nether regions… and he hadn’t even touched her yet. Her pupils dilated, so her eyes appeared black and when she licked her lips, an idea struck him…
He finally came to stand before her, reminding himself that this was her wish. She wanted him to be a bit rough… well… if she protested he would stop, of course, but…
She wanted it rough? She wanted his demon? Oh, yes, he would give her what she asked for, but first… He would have her do something for him that he had never asked of her, because he had heard that human women disliked performing the act.
“This is what you want, Rin?” He was growling, his markings were jagged and the whites of his eyes were quickly fading to red as he became even more aroused at the thoughts running through his head.
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There is was… the hint of fear she had been expecting. Perhaps not really fear, perhaps more… nervous anticipation. She was trembling, and she knew she should respond soon verbally, or perhaps he would scent her nervousness and stop. That was the last thing she wanted.
“Yes, this is what Rin wants...”
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She smelt of nervousness, trepidation and uncertainty, but not fear. She simply did not know what to expect. He was forced to admit, in his current state, her twinge of nerves made him feel even more powerful, and power had always been his favorite aphrodisiac.
He grabbed the back of her neck and used his other hand to push downward on her shoulder blade,
“Kneel.”
She came to her knees before him and her eyes went wide, realizing what he meant to have her do. He gripped himself, smoothing his foreskin back and forth, providing a perverse show for his mate, who so badly wished for him to assert himself more forcefully.
He bent himself forward, using the tip to trace the curve of her lips, and his eyes hooded in passion as he saw her open her mouth wide and look up at him uncertainly, as if asking if she should proceed. He moved his hand from the back of her neck to her hair, pulling it back and roughly fisting it, before shoving her forward insistently.
“Suck me.”
Yes… Suck me, bitch… his mind said, though he still did not use the term aloud. No, not yet.
He eased her head down and his hips forward, pressing himself slowly into her mouth. He allowed himself to slide in further, and only stopped when he saw her eyes snap shut in discomfort.
He marked the length she could comfortably take in with his hand, and then began to move her head over the first third of his manhood, working the other two thirds with his own hand, pumping into her mouth.
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Rin’s large eyes glistened with unshed tears, yet held nothing but adoration as she stared up at him from her kneeling position. Finally deciding to concentrate on pleasing him, she brought both her hands up and, when he removed his own, she gripped him herself.
She worked his length up and down, squeezing his shaft, so thick and hot and hard. Velvet soft skin over an iron rod, that’s what he felt like. His head was so smooth and plump and she sucked and swirled the tip of her tongue over it, pressed him as deeply into her as she could, then pulled back to trace the ridge of his head and down the thick vein underneath.
“Faster.” She could hear him panting, and his voice sounded strained in a way she’d never heard before. She was obviously having an effect on him. She was so happy she was getting this reaction that her enthusiasm for the task skyrocketed.
She’d never done this before, though… she’d definitely thought about it, and wanted to try it. She’d been so worried what he would think of her though… if she offered to do something that most respectable women refused and prostitutes charged extra for.
She was beyond that now… she hadn’t offered, he’d commanded and that gave her the freedom to be as wanton in the task as she desired, without feeling any guilt for it. There really was a freedom to be found in submission to another’s whims.
Now, all she could think of was pleasing him. She moved as fast as she could, careful of her teeth, though… she doubted she could hurt him in the slightest. More in the interest of needing to exhale than in improving her technique, she began a slow steady hum, unknowingly sending vibrations all along his sensitive aroused length.
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Rationally he knew, knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she had never performed such an act on a male before, but… Kami-sama she felt so damn goooooood.
When she started to hum… it was more than he could take. He wanted to let the tightness building in his testicles overwhelm him, consume him, allow the burning ache in the head of his member to explode and release his essence down her throat, but…
She wanted him to take her from behind, and he intended to.
With more force than he intended he ripped her mouth away from his manhood, letting a snarl loose in the process. She winced and an involuntary whimper escaped her as he ripped his cock from her drooling mouth.
“My lord?” He heard her question, and instinctively he tightened his grip on her hair, wrenching her head back roughly and baring her throat.
He saw her wince again, and again she whimpered but this time she also whined…in Inu.
She roughly communicated ‘Please. Pain.’
He instantly slackened his hold on her hair, as his eyes widened in shock at the realization that she had used his language to speak to him. His surprise broke him from his haze of pleasure and he realized that not only had she whimpered in his language, but she was now looking deliberately down and to the side.
He slackened his hold a bit more and she gave a short ‘yip’… Thank you.
She glanced quickly at him, before daring to whine/bark at him again, this time asking,
“Bad bitch?”.
He released his hold of her hair entirely, realizing belatedly that he was only staring at her stupidly, he responded to her in Japanese,
“Iie… very good bitch.” Never before had he used the term ‘bitch’ when in reference to Rin. Not out loud at least. He had witnessed his brother’s miko become very upset on many occasions, screaming about what a terrible insult it was to call a human woman a ‘bitch’. To an Inu, to be called a ‘bitch’ was a term of endearment, respect, and honor among females and their mates. There was no higher position for a female in the pack than to be the bitch of the alpha male. An alpha male may have many mates, but only ONE bitch. Rin, in Sesshomaru’s mind, despite the fact that she was human, or… begrudgingly he admitted, perhaps because she was human and had earned his respect, was a ‘bitch’. An honored mate.
He was so very pleased with Rin in this moment. That she had obviously taken the time to understand both his language and cultural behaviors, meant more to him than he could properly articulate.
His wish to fulfill her wishes became overwhelming, and the throbbing is his cock was doing nothing to stem this desire.
“Turn from me, and come to all fours.”
He watched as she slowly complied, first turning from him and then rocking forward, on her hands and knees. He watched as she arched her back, the delicate curve of her spine accentuating the fullness of her hindquarters, and leaving her wetness on dripping display for him to admire.
He felt his cock twitch in anticipation of entering her this way.
He came to his knees behind her, and decided he wished for her ass to be higher, and her to be in an even more vulnerable position, his for the taking. He loomed over her, leaning forward, using his hand to put pressure on the center of her back between her shoulder blades.
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Rin easily complied, letting him lead the way, and pressed her forehead to the soft ground. To be so open, vulnerable, and unable to see his actions behind her was a delicious new thrill and she found herself panting from anticipation of what he might feel like inside her in this new position.
Instead of his cock, she felt his tongue and it was…there. He was tasting her…there. Instinctively she stiffened. She couldn’t imagine why his tongue might be pressed against her tight puckered rear opening, and she could only pray he did not intend to enter her there.
“Sesshomaru-sama?”
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He was just beginning to enjoy the taste and scent of the place on her body where her natural scent was the strongest when he heard her question him.
Question him?
He pulled back, refusing to acknowledge the question, and brought the flat of his hand down against one rounded full cheek, then the other.
*SMACK, SMACK*
The echo of the flesh hitting flesh rang throughout the clearing and he watched with hungry fascination as her cheeks giggled slightly, before the expanse of pale skin turned a pleasing shade of red. Simply for his own enjoyment, he spanked her again in the same manner.
*SMACK, SMACK*
He heard her intake of breath, and smelt the salt of her tears, which was in direct contrast to the increase in her arousal at his actions. With less force but more speed, he began to reign down the blows, alternating cheeks.
*SMACK, SMACK.* *SMACK, SMACK* *SMACK, SMACK* *SMACK, SMACK*
The reddening of her skin allowed him to delight in faint handprints painted across her tender bottom. His cock ached and throbbed, so full and ripe hanging between his legs, jumping and twitching and leaking beads of pre-cum with each delivered strike.
He took in everything, the giggle of her ass, the way her breasts swung forward and back as her body heaved in exertion. It was delicious.
Hearing her whimper, he decided she had had enough. He did not wish to do any serious harm to her, after all. She had definitely learned her lesson, though the glisten of her outer lips and the beads of her own moisture clinging to her pubic hair like diamonds and smelling of dewy musky arousal, had him fairly certain she would definitely dare to question him again at some point. Perhaps just not today.
Without another word he went back to his previous activity, enjoying the taste and scent of that tight spinchter of muscles, pushing his tongue inside and rewarding her for taking his ‘punishment’ by reaching around to stimulate her engorged and overly sensitive nub.
Much to his surprise, within only minutes this time, instead of stiffening, she relaxed, submitting to him completely and even pressing herself back into his face.
It was enough… for now.
He would ease her gently into that particular form of submission. He would not enter her today, but take care in accustoming that area of her body to invasion slowly, over the course of perhaps a week or more. He would use his digits first, then eventually his member… but not today. Today he had no patients for such a thing, and would enter her the usual way, if only to quell his ache and hers more quickly.
He rocked back on his knees, positioning them between hers, so he might spread her as wide as he desired at whim and palmed his thick girth, preparing to enter her.
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Rin felt him settle in behind her, and then she felt the smooth hard tip of him stroking along her seam, moistening himself. He pressed his tip into her nub and shook it back and forth teasingly for a moment, before pulling away completely.
There was no slow ease to his penetration this time. It came with a swift sharp thud. He speared himself into her to the hilt, hitting that most wonderful spot on the way in. When his hips came into contact with her sensitized ass cheeks, still red from her spanking, the pain contrasted with the pleasure of his heavy testicles coming into the briefest teasing contact with her clit.
He covered her completely now, warm and safe in his embrace. A strong set of rigid muscles tensing and flexing against her back, his breath coming in heaving pants rubbing him against each contact point of their bodies, sensitizing each inch of her fevered skin until his every minute movement was registered.
Her breath slammed out of her lungs, her eyes went wide at the feeling of finally being full of him, and a moan escaped as her body lurched forward, and she dug her elbows into the ground for greater purchase, pushing back instead. She wanted all of him.
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At the feeling of being so suddenly strangled in warm hot wetness his cock pulsated, and he fought back the tidal wave of pleasure, not wishing to cum. Kami-sama… it is nearly too much.
He remained buried, falling forward, and wrapping one arm around her hips to hold her, and using the other to sweep her hair to one side, so he might have access to her shoulder.
When his fangs sunk in he heard her pant harshly, but she did not attempt to move her head to dislodge him, instead she tilted away, giving him even more access.
Good grrrlll.
He growled possessively and she shivered. The action sent her inner muscles quivering around him in delicious friction. He growled again and drew his hips back slowly, to leave only the tip of him buried.
When he heard the needy whine deep in her throat, he snapped his hips forward, once again spearing his length to the hilt, and causing the quiver of her muscles against him.
He repeated the action several more times, withdrawing slowly and entering swiftly, snapping his hips and flexing his glutes as the tightness and burning in his testicles was both aggravated and alleviated by the motions.
He heard her whisper,
“Please Sesshomaru-sama… faster!”
His eyes snapped open, red and turquoise. He growled deep in his chest, sending vibrations through them both.
His control snapped and he drove himself relentlessly into her soft accepting warmth. The thud of his hips became a hum as he moved more rapidly than any human could have and her body began to shake with the strain of accepting him.
“Ahhhhh!!! So! Good! Se! Sho! Ma! Ruuuuuuuuu!” She screamed her ecstasy to the heavens as her knees shook and her tight channel clamped down on his member, forcing him to use even more force to thrust into her, but the rhythmic squeezing of that hot tight fist inside her massaged his length, rippled against his head, and sent his testicles tightening with the explosive pleasure of his own release.
He felt himself knot inside his mate, stilling his actions as each pulse of his cock sent rivers of his cum spilling into her waiting womb.
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He’d never before knotted inside her. He’d never been so close to his demonic nature when he’d been with her as he was now, and it was a novel experience for her, feeling him expand inside her, filling her to limits, stretching her inner walls to capacity and triggering a feeling of fullness that skated the razor’s edge of pain.
All she could manage was and ‘ungggg’ sound as his grip on her tightened, and his hair tickled her the sensitized flesh of her flanks.
“Do not attempt to move away.” She heard him command, immediately after he removed his fangs from their bruising grip on her shoulder. She felt his long rouge tongue come out to lap the puncture wounds, dark and angry purple-red against her otherwise cream colored flesh.
She moved her head in an acknowledging motion, not caring in the least that she was smearing dirt across her forehead. She was finally sated, and if his relaxed posture was any indication, so was he.
He still covered her, and she was anything but cold. She could relish the private place she had found, covered by him, beneath him, safe in his embrace; his dominance, and infinite care.
She had finally found the safe place she sought.
She was home.