Dominance

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Finally he was progressing to something more sinister as they looked at him in complete shock and fear. They had thought that his cruel intentions before had been the limit to his horrendous acts, but the women soon realized, with the look in his otherwise flawless face, that this night had only begun. Yet through all that had occurred; these women were showing their emotions without any fear of a negative opinion, placing complete trust in him. He watched this reaction in the women in a slight awe, transfixed on the fact that they were showing potential in inuyoaki pack order and trust in their alpha. He knew, however, they knew little of what they were doing but he was pleased and proud with the results showing through, proving that he had shown his dominant protectiveness unknowingly, years ago, and the women had caught on when most human’s failed to see. These few steps only paved the way for these women to understand the inuyoaki heritage and ultimately thrusting them in the world of demon, which indeed, was strictly taboo to their native human natures.

Indeed, he was proud of such progress but they had a lot more learning to do if they were going to understand their places as submissive bitches to his iron will. Further more, as his mates, they had to prove their worth as alpha bitches to the remaining of his subjects and under classes, but to do so, they must learn to respect their own places before they could be given responsibility to rule over another.

He could see now, before it was all finished that if Seara learned her place under him, that she would be the dominant female over Rin. This wasn’t hard to understand, considering that she had already taken to caring for his younger ward. The only problem was; she had to learn to submit to him and look past her stubborn behavior. He would have to wait and see though. He would not give Seara any privileges if she didn’t prove herself and she could very well end up being just a concubine or sex slave to him and Rin his only mate. However, if she failed completely, Rin would see her only human companion and friend die. There was not question in his authority or will and he would start changing his ways with some insufferable human bitch. That much he was sure of.

Crouching down in front of the woman in question, he leveled her with his unwavering, inhuman gaze and tilted her head back before studying her emotional state thus far. The bites had stopped bleeding long ago, but due to the strikes he had inflicted earlier and all the crying she had done, there was some light swelling and bruising forming on her cheek and neck. Other than the little superficial damage done by her inability to do as she was told, she still was remarkably beautiful for a human. Glossy, crystalline tears ran down her face in her emotional and physical abuse, her big green eyes stared at him in fear, longing and question, and her red, plump lips were swollen and slightly parted, begging for his caress and attentions. She was more beautiful than even some demons and he found himself hardening and his yoaki clawing at its cage to mark the cheeky bitch and dominate her for life, once and for all.

He let his weight fall back on his haunches before he pulled the bound beauty in his lap and situated her so that her legs were spread and her head was pulled back slightly for the moon to spill down upon her, almost paying homage to the submissive pose she held for the possibly murderous demon that held her. Sesshomaru watched and listened to her quite crying and whimpers as he held his grip firm in her hair and let the other hand wander down the valley of her breast, around her hip and to her bound wrist. Playing a little with the silken fabric, he let his breath ghost over the flesh of her neck, in an unmarked area and let his fangs scratch momentarily before snatching her head as far back as it would go as she cried out before he spoke out to her.

“I asked you a question and demand an answer. How many times do I have to repeat myself to you, you stubborn bitch? Tell me; are you a waste of my time? Should I relieve myself of your burden and kill you or are you going to behave and do as you are told to do?” He growled out hatefully, half tempted in killing her whether she paid attention or not, just to feel the rush of pleasure as he was graced with her dying breath and her blood smeared on he claws.

“No Sire, I will do as I am told my Lord and Daimyo” Seara answered out surprisingly loud for her weakened and fragile state.

“I see. So if you do not want to die, answer my previous question? Do you want the same gift as Rin?” The demon lord questioned a smirk and a growl lacing his already demonic voice.

“Yes my lord. I do long for such.” She answered out pleadingly, knowing full well he would not give her such so easily.

“You are a disrespectful, stubborn, smart mouth bitch. Why should I even grace you with such privileges when you have shown me no reason to give you these things?” He sneered angrily, taunting her openly.

The young maiden in question was lost in words at this point, unable to give an answer. Sesshomaru could see clearly that she was thinking back on what she could use to earn her right, only to finally look defeated knowing that she had nothing to show for leverage. In her revelation, more tears streamed down her face and her supple body quaked in crying disappointment and agony. The understanding of not being able to get what she wanted so badly made her strong deflated suffering to pour out of her ki in strong waves, washing over the young demon lord causing him to growl and bounce to full erectile mass, in victory. He had to bite his tongue to keep from snarling, roaring out in glee and marking the bitch in his success in teaching her the error of her way in so few of words.

“For…forgive me my…..my lord.” The woman in question called out pitifully in between her tears before turning her head slightly away from his view, unable to show her face in her utter failure and weakness.

Sesshomaru did snarl then, unable to hold the noise in his throat at such an admission, her not realizing that baring her neck in such a way was the ultimate act of submission one could give to a stronger pack member. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the sweet, newly sultry Rin holding such sadness for her companion and the shared agony in realization of such revelation in all the females. These bitches thought they had failed completely, so naïve in their outpouring of their deep lying emotion and soul, but what they truly failed to realize is the way of yoaki domination and its pecking order. They knew little of the fact that alpha males surged when a chosen female submitted all she was to her alpha and changes such as this were sought after, showing that the beta of the pair was remorseful and ready for forgiveness. The bitch or beta was forgiven and all would be well, but the women had yet to learn that. Sesshomaru had a lot of work to do as he sighed inaudibly in his efforts.

In order for them to understand, he would have to show his approval, in which he had planned when he made sure they knew he would lay claim to them. When Rin would see that he didn’t kill her companion, then they would both see that she had been forgiven. Saying thus, did not mean that she would get out of her punishment, which would also be shown. He would not tell them such, nor would he sacrifice his nature to this. They would either learn and prove their worthiness or do without him and possibly face the ultimate punishment of exile or death. Nothing would change that. However, Sesshomaru was a very patient demon and the night was still young for such lessons to be learned. He hid his evil smirk before pressing his lips, unmoving against the crying female’s throat, over her pulse line and letting the hand that held her bonds, to roam over her offered, naked form.

The touch was light, him only letting his claws to touch the tender flesh but as they slide over her taunt stomach, up and over her breast and finally, down to the curls perched above her womanhood; she was already bowing gently into his touch. Opening his mouth, he sucked on the flesh of her neck, feeling her pulse surge on his tongue, he let his claws run down her left leg, back up before doing the same to the right, completely missing her sex and taunting her, the woman leaning back to encourage his hand.

“Tell me what you want Onna.” Sesshomaru purred seductively as he brought his head up to rub his lips on Seara’s gasping ones and letting the tips of his claws to hover over her exposed pubic mound.

“Your touch.” She whispered hoarsely to the teasing demon as she leaned back and trying to spread her thighs in welcome.

Sesshomaru smirked sexily to the female, pulling his lips from hers and straightening his back, letting go of her hair to press her wrist firmly to her back, bringing the hovering hand up to grip her neck and leaning her back, arching her fully to his view. As her back arched back with her neck, her hands came to rest on his thighs for leverage and her thighs spread fully to his view. Her flexibility only tantalized him as the moon shone its rays on her face, down her neck and ending its gleaming touch on her wet sex. Completely exposing her to his eyes, he looked over his prize as he could see Rin admiring the display as well before leaning forward a little and running his tongue from the dip in her collar bone to the jut of her chin. What a beautiful sight his human bitch was in that moment.

Once Seara relaxed into the position she was placed in, Sesshomaru leaned back up and lowered the hand holding her neck all the way down, dipping into her sex and spreading the wetness there with several masterful, deep strokes. She gasped out and gave a broken, low cry as he rubbed before he lifted his fingers, scented her scent from its source and sucking his fingers into his mouth. The woman in questioned lifted her head slightly, looking down and witnessed his taste just as the fingers went over his tongue. The act caught her attention making her to widen her eyes as she lowered her head to watch her lord’s eyes flash dark burning reddish orange in their half closed home, and him to growl and suck her essence from his very digits. Pulling them free he leveled her with his own gaze causing her to avert her eyes and blush prettily.

“Do you want more?” He asked, lazily lowering his fingers back to the tasty cavern.

She nodded her head quickly and Sesshomaru let her moment of silence go for the moment as he divulged his appendages back to their play place and taking the time to run over the bundle of nerves, dipping down, and ultimately thrusting up into her tight virginal heat. Coating his fingers liberally with several thrust, he pulled them out just as she began to thrust forward, and placing them into his mouth for another taste. He watched intently as her pink little tongue darted out of her mouth to lick her lips as she pulled herself closer to him to watch with renewed vigor. Once letting her beautiful taste coat his tongue and wash down his throat, he looked at her predatorily, silently letting the interested bitch know that if she wanted more, she would have to ask for it. She lingered a little too long for his liking, causing him to let his hand fall away and his hungry gaze to catch an edge of boredom in it.

“Please.” The human bitch called out pleadingly, realizing the intent as she searched his face for his approval and begging for his touch.

“Please what?” Sesshomaru asked dangerously, proving to the bitch that if she wanted something, she would have to do better than that.

“Please my lord. Give me your attentions once more.” She answered quickly

He looked upon the bitch in boredom once again, allowing his stoic mask to come down over his features slowly, blocking her from his passion and his emotions.

“Please….I ask of you sire, do not abandon me now. I need your touch. Taste from me what you will…..Please…………..my lord and Daimyo, Please.” The young beauty was calling out to him, lowering her gaze the whole time before kissing his cheek quickly and dipping her head back again and offering neck and exposing her sex to the bright moon light.

He quickly snatched her neck in his grip, bringing her face forward, a mere inch from his and growling out his contempt at her act of affection without his permission. He gripped her hair painfully in his grasp before letting his other hand to come up to grip at her jaw. She whined at the pain and her eyes grew fearful, fresh tears falling as he continued to growl in her face and flashing his fangs. Understanding the importance of his anger and not wanting to be hurt further, she focused on his gaze at his silent demand and slackened but remaining attentive to what he may ask or do.

“You have not the right to touch me, bitch. Do it again and I will hurt you in ways you did not know pain could bring. You will have to earn your right to have what only I can give. Do you understand me?” He snarled, voice cracking in his anger, yoaki rising and its powerful ki thrusting out and making winds to rip through his hair. His face hardened but did not transform but it told the tale that his violent nature was just under the surface

“Yes, master. I am sorry. I won’t do it again.” Seara sputtered in her tears, trying to calm his rage before he unleashed his wrath on her violently.

“As for such, you will now have to beg for anything more. Failure to do so will result in the loss of your place as mate, down to a bed slave and if you repeat such actions, you will be given 50 lashes with a bamboo rod, a branding of the face and complete exile of the western lands. Got it?” The Daimyo snarled out through clenched fangs shining brightly in the light of the night, his markings rigid and his face straining to keep a human resemblance and not turning to his baser side.

“Yes.” She strained out her simple reply, shaking, crying and on the verge of panic.

The strong scent of that kind of fear was overwhelming for the young lord. His point was driven and he wanted fear but a human’s panic, the kind that only meant that they were about to die from it, was a very unpleasant scent for sensitive nosed inuyaoki. He was angry with her act of disobedience but as he worked to calm himself, he soon realized that in inattentiveness, he had almost lost his tightly bound control. Not a good sign. Gripping the reins on his beast, he let his hands fall from their hold, the left to unwind from her hair, back to her wrist and the other, his right, to fall to her neck. Slowly but surely, to rein in his baser side and for her to calm, he leaned her back into her arched position and rumbled a low purr back on her pulse. It took longer than he liked but sooner than later, the situation deflated back down to one on a more comfortable level and all members of the pack, Rin included, were back in order.

Giving a tightening of his fingers and allowing his claws to prick the skin, Sesshomaru silently gestured Seara to begin with what he had set to plan. Though she was allowed to alleviate some of her stress, she still had to complete the task given to her, if she wanted to continue without more severe punishment. Realizing it was her time, the young woman pressed her hands back to their previous position on his thighs, submitted herself to the inevitable and to the yoaki before her before taking the breath she needed and allowed the lord to do as he pleased while she submersed herself in what was needed to be done.

“My lord, I beg of you for your forgiveness. I am unworthy of your cause but I am aware of your position and my place, including my need. Your will is your own and what you may choose is also under your digressions but I do ask for your favor. My need for you is great and I beg for your touch that only you, my lord and daimyo, can provide me with. I need you more than my words can express. I beg for your touch, your taste and in my want of your dominance, your homestead and strength, I pushed beyond my limits. May my words be enough for you to understand my need and may you grace me with what you offer and allow me to return the favor. I am sorry and I beg of you, please……..please my lord, daimyo, master and alpha. Find me worthy. I beg, please.” The disobedient bitch whimpered out unconfident but truthfully in a crying voice, tears streaming down her face, being at the mercy of an angry, powerful, male demon.

Sesshomaru allowed no words of encouragement or approval to pass his lips, though he was pleased with the results. In warning and in a sign of dominant acceptance, he opened his mouth and held her throat with his teeth. Not breaking the skin, he held it for a few moments as he growled against the vulnerable flesh. Though she would not know that this was meant as an alpha showing understanding, warning and sometimes comfort, his point was driven regardless as the women slackened in his hold and bared her neck completely to what he may wish. Pulling his teeth away, he licked the indentations as he fondled the obi tied around her wrist once again. Purring seductively, he bit gently on her chin and guided her head up slightly to see him a little before he spoke again.

“Your need, hn? What is that need onna. Do you wish for my touch? Do you wish to share yourself again to me? I tell you what I want. I want your taste onna, directly from its heated cavern of a source. I want to feel your maidenhead tear around my demon endowment. I want your mouth at the command of my services. Shall I untie you? Tell me onna; is this what you wish from your daimyo?” Sesshomaru began to taunt once again, enjoying his game of cat and mouse.

“Yes my lord”

“Then beg for it bitch.” He growled, pressing his lips on her chin and pulling her tightly in his embrace, eyes beginning to burn crimson.

“Please, master. Give me your will and take all that I am. Taste, use and tear all you wish.” A sultry voice hummed from his captive bitch while the young Rin whimpered her enjoyment at the display before her, though slightly confused

Sesshomaru pressed the bitch up to him firmly, causing his erection to brush against her womanhood and get trapped between them. He grasped her wrist and twiddled with the ties of the obi momentarily as she looked at him in a pleading, frightened manner in regards to his prowess and might. Looking down his nose at her, he then lowered his face to hers and bore her with his demon visage, daring her to look away as he slowly untied her. Once untied, he loosened his grip on her arms but she did not pull away, she waiting for his permission. He almost had to smirk at her good behavior but held it at bay as he inclined his head barely, encouraging her to bring her hands forward. He led those said hands to come up and press against his chest as he smoldered the enticing human to a war of tongues, lighting the fire once again.

Lifting her up, he moved back several paces from the tree to lay her back down on the coverlet with him in between her thighs. Letting his kisses fall, he laved each breast before going further until he was facing her womanhood. He spread her thighs, not wanting to waste time as her hands wound in his hair before he lowered his mouth to her sex and laved it fully but slowly. Rubbing his tongue over her bundle of nerves, he relished in her pleas and cries as he brought her so close but so far. He laved the petals and then dipped into her opening, getting a mouthful of her sweet thick nectar. Though he loved her pleas and her begging he wanted her end. The heady taste of his victory was trapped in there and he so desperately wanted to pull it out. Working on this, he found that he didn’t need to force her words as they fell from her mouth freely while he worked her over.

Cresting and falling apart, he tasted her soul, he tasting her from flow to last drop as he could see the young Rin finally realizing what he had determined to do to his other flamboyant ward.

Pulling back up, he saw the contentment in her soft face and the woman’s glow burning on her flesh as she blushed and lowered her gaze before lifting them seriously and speaking.

“Thank you, my lord and Daimyo.”

The demon said nothing, only stood as the woman slowly lifted herself on her elbows. Without a word, he leaned over, smirked at her once before snatching her by the hair and hauling her up on her hands and knees, dragging her to the middle of the blanket and in the direction of the moon upon his majestic form. Trying to dislodge his hand from her hair, she screamed and cried out her distress of his treatment, effectively surprising both women and putting them both back on their toes and under his ever changing dominance.

“You did not really think that action was for you. My mercy is not earned for either one of you bitches. You must still provide for me and pay all the dues of your punishment. You want to thank me Seara? Then sit still, open your mouth and suck me.” Sesshomaru growled out threatening, snatching her head in the right direction and looking down his nose at her in disgust.

Seara looked at him shocked that he would ask this of her. Rin on the other hand had no idea what he was demanding but at the pace things were going she would find out soon enough. The child bitch sat still, watching her lord guide Seara to her task with confused and scared eyes. Sesshomaru yanked Seara’s head in warning again, growing in impatience for her to begin. Doing what she was told, she took his massive erection in her two tiny hands and closed her lips around the head of him, sucking gently as he guided her head to take more.

In his need to have more and growing aggravated, the daimyo pushed her head forward a bit harshly, making her gag slightly as his tip hit her throat. Seara whined slightly, sending lovely vibrations up his erection and causing him to growl, but did as she was instructed and took in what she could fit and coming back up. Fear radiated through her as she worked him in her hands and desperately tried to please him. Sesshomaru watched her as she followed his volatile instruction as the pleasure of her frightened but sensual mouth pulsated up his erection. Her movements were priceless and nothing in the world could ever explain such a moment but as the pressure in the base of his spine built, he found himself wanting more.

“Bite me and you will die a very slow and painful death.” The demon growled down to the woman looking up at him as he gripped her head in yet another painful pull.

She continued working, smirking ever so lightly that she was getting the hang on her movements, causing the ire to rise in Sesshomaru once more. To punish the bitch and to get his pleasure, he gripped her hair in two hands and thrust himself into her mouth while pulling her face forward, effectively sliding his phallus down her throat.

She cried out, desperately trying to breathe as her eyes went wide and tears sprung forward each time the head would hit her tonsils. In his haste, her mouth did not relax causing her teeth to scrap along his endowment even if it wasn’t intentional. Him realizing it, he forced himself deeper, demanding her to open to his driving but it only grew worse. The woman braced herself on her legs, trying to remain upright and get air in her lacking lungs. Pushing her hands on his marked hips, she tried to steady her pace and work him a little further out for a bit of air but as he shoved her forward, she had tried to push back, causing his foreskin to catch her teeth and a pinching to shoot hot, white pain up his erection. Snarling, he pulled the bitch back as she screamed out and gasped for air. Rage shot through him and his beast surfaced and it being angry at her treatment; pulled her arms length back and began delivering open handed blow after blow to her face.

Gaining his control back, Sesshomaru dropped her to the ground and looked down his nose at the wailing women. There crouched on the blanket, halfway on her knees, Seara sat in complete fear, her face swelling and bruising rapidly, nose and mouth bleeding as she stared at him wide eyed before averting her gaze from her punisher. While he gained his precious control, Rin huddled back some from the fearsome demon, fearing for her own life and that of her companion’s. The damage could have been worse but Sesshomaru was beginning to think the bitch would not comply and perhaps her death would be inevitable.

The daimyo stepped up to the woman grasping her face and took her hand, pulling it away, so to assess the damage. The hits had missed her eye and she could still see, but her nose was bleeding freely as was her mouth. He could see no permanent damage was done and the bones remained intact but she had faced quite the punishment for biting on him. Crouching down, he looked her in the face as she wiped the blood from her nose and swallowed the blood in her mouth. Him being a demon he could not apologize for this treatment for she had not followed his instruction and grew too brave in her act resulting in his beast to surface and take full liberties. Being defiant, she had hurt the most sensitive part of him and faced the full wrath of his being; therefore she got what she deserved.

“I am sorry my lord. Please forgive my behavior. It was not my intention and I ask for your mercy, please. Let me try again. I will do better my master. Please.” Seara begged out to him, suddenly leaning forward to look at him with pleading eyes thinking her death was immanent.

“This will leave a mark. Perhaps next time you will follow my instructions as you are told to do and remember your place. Now, open you mouth.” Sesshomaru growled, his beast still just under the surface as he ran a hand on her bruising face and towards her mouth.

She suddenly sat back on her haunches, unsure of his actions as he ghosted his fingers on her lips, catching the blood there before pressing them in her mouth. He watched mildly as she sucked it off gently before taking his hand in her two tiny ones and caressing the digits with her mouth slowly yet never breaking eye contact. He allowed the action to continue for a few moments longer before he stood; fingers still in her mouth and drawing her closer to his endowment.

“Just the same child. Remember, no teeth. Understand?” He spoke, reining in his beast as he pulled his fingers free to grasp his length and rub it along her lips and he cradling her head with the free hand.

Still slightly unsure but determined to do as she had been told, she look up at him uncertain and met his strong gaze. Assuming she was getting reassurance from his gaze, he continued to watch her as she opened her mouth and rubbed her precum wet lips upon his head before taking it into her mouth and tasting the essence their. Continuing she relaxed her throat this time and fell into rhythm once more, but ever on his command and will, thus pleasing him greatly. The friction built and the fact that she understood his deadly abilities made the action all the sweeter, for he soon found himself at his end. Thrusting several times down her relaxed throat, he pulled back and spilled himself with a growl into her hot little mouth. With the ridge of his tip just barely pressed between her swollen lips, his essence shot forward, filling her mouth and the excess spurting from her lax lips, around her face and down her chin. Growling at the sight, he pushed in her mouth to swallow his gift before pulling out, collecting some of the extra and pushing it in her mouth once more.

Once finished, she pulled back and kissed his tip tenderly before setting back on her haunches, collecting the spilt seed from her face with her fingers and shoved them in her mouth. Looking up at him, she gently cleaned up the mess before leaning forward again, running her hands along his marked hips gently, kissing his head once more and sitting back down, lowering her head and bowing to her demon lord. Rin sat in awe, understanding what the act was meant to do as she had finally relaxed under the situation and Sesshomaru found himself almost wanting to nod at the improving scenario.

Crouching down, the lord of the western lands ran his hand on Seara’s hair, drawing her back up and caressing her face and pulling her back in his lap. Looking over to Rin, he drawled out dangerously, suddenly ready for a rut.

“Come to me Rin, it is time for you to join me at my side and witness the breaking of Seara.” The daimyo spoke, feeling the fear build in his mates, knowing what he meant to do in their next session.

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BlackMaiden