At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
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Chapter 4
© Salome Wilde, 2008
At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
Chapter 4
Ah-un landed surprisingly softly for a creature of his size. Rin slid from his back and expressed her thanks with the same hug around each neck she had given since she first began to ride him. She scurried back toward the campsite but stopped abruptly at the immovable object suddenly appearing in her path. Sesshomaru, beautiful and lustrous as the moon and just as inscrutable, stood before her, arms folded across his chest. The height from which he looked down at her was magnified by his proud posture and icy gaze. Though Rin had long learned not to fear what others rightly saw as arrogance and menace, she had left without Sesshomaru’s permission or even Jaken’s knowledge, so some trepidation was not unreasonable.
“Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin gasped. Quickly, she came to her knees and bowed her head deeply.
“Where have you been, Rin?”
Through the curtain of her hair and its illusion of protection, Rin spoke. “I went to avenge you, Sesshomaru-sama.”
Sesshomaru was silent a moment. Rin waited, her heart pounding in her chest. “For what did I need to be avenged?”
“The poisoned arrow that struck you last summer.”
“Indeed,” Sesshomaru replied, with what might have been either bemusement or disdain in his deep voice.
“Yes,” Rin went on, encouraged by the reply, “Jaken told me it was Priestess Kikyo who had shot you and she lives just across the river so I left him sleeping by the fire and asked Ah-un to take me to her and I burst into her hut and told her I would fight her but she was kind to me and explained to me that she is not the one who—”
“Enough, Rin,” commanded Sesshomaru. “I know it was not Kikyo who fired that arrow, and I know that there is no threat. And even should there be, do you think I would have you risk your life in so foolish a manner to avenge me?”
Rin replied immediately, “Forgive me, Sesshomaru-sama,” and touched her head to the ground.
“Be silent, Rin. You misunderstand me. You are under my protection; I am not under yours. I expect your obedience and respect. I know you meant well, but do not defy my control in this way again.”
“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama.”
“You may rise, Rin.”
As Rin stood, Sesshomaru began to walk by her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and Rin felt a thrill. She turned and looked up into his ageless, enigmatic face. He looked down at her, took a long, slow breath, and exhaled. His grip on her shoulder tightened. “Kikyo has touched you,” he said, without expression.
“She did not hurt me, Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin answered, to ease her master’s mind. She gave a small, devoted smile.
“Rin, I can smell her on your body,” Sesshomaru snapped, the hint of a growl in his voice.
Rin’s smile vanished. She bowed her head and did not attempt to turn loose from Sesshomaru’s grasp. He could not know that what she had done in touching and being touched by Kikyo was all about her adoration of him, making herself ready for him, understanding her body and her desires to share them with him. She did not know how to explain. Her eyes welled.
“She has marked you, Rin,” Sesshomaru snarled, ignoring her submissive posture. His sharp nails bit through her robe and dug into the flesh of her shoulder.
“Forgive me, Sesshomaru-sama,” she begged again, desperate for his affection and understanding. She knew he did not respond to emotional pleas, but she had nothing else to offer. Her master had never turned his anger upon her in this way.
Sesshomaru seemed to smell her fear. He paused and removed his hand. He found greater control over his voice, too, then asked, “Do you understand what I am saying, Rin?”
Rin raised her face, tears running down her flushed cheeks. “Do not send me away, Sesshomaru-sama! Please!” she gushed. She dropped to the ground and wrapped herself around his ankles. Images of a world without her savior and lord guiding and protecting her made her dizzy. How could she have betrayed him this way? How could she not have known it was betrayal?
Sesshomaru step backed, releasing himself from her grasp. It shocked Rin more than the snarl in his voice, more than his vise-like grip. He could have kicked her away or demanded she move. But he had clearly been repulsed by her touch. “Sesshomaru-sama,” she implored, her voice a whisper. She was again a child of eight, alone and lost in the world.
“Still, you do not comprehend,” Sesshomaru said, a threatening rumble in his throat. “And I cannot control myself long enough to explain.” Reaching his hand into his robes, Sesshomaru withdrew the marbled shaft that Rin had longed to see again for the past half-year. It was hard, exquisite in her master’s beautiful hand. But this was different. He was stroking it firmly as he looked into her eyes, but they were clouded, shadowed by an intensity she had only known when he was about to strike an adversary dead.
Shivering with an impossible combination of desire and dread, Rin watched as Sesshomaru approached and circled her. He breathed heavily, through his mouth, and his fangs appeared, shining menacingly in the moonlight. Rin cowered then gasped as Sesshomaru pushed her roughly to the ground from behind. She fell onto her hands and knees, and in an instant, her master was upon her. He kicked her legs apart and pushed her down by the small of her back. She collapsed, arms folding beneath her and face pressed to the hard earth. Like the demon he was, he used his claws to slash her gown from her back, positioned himself, and plunged into her, a guttural moan emerging from deep within him. Rin knew not to cry out.
The pain of entry was both sharp and deep. She was spread so wide, impossibly wide. But this was not the only pain her master gave. Once inside, he threw himself on top of her, his body covering hers fully, grinding her into the cold ground, and then his teeth were in her neck. He pinned her there and drove mercilessly into her, again and again, slaking his thirst and claiming her bodily as he had already claimed her heart and soul.
Rin was overwhelmed. He rocked her small body with his powerful thrusts, and she could do nothing but surrender. Had he taken her out of love, she could have taken more pleasure from it, despite the harshness of his treatment. Though the longer he rode her the more her body responded, the pleasure was soured for her by her knowledge that her failure had brought out the beast in him, the animal that knew only that its property had been sullied by another.
Withdrawing his fangs and rising up onto his knees, Sesshomaru continued to ravage his prey. Rin’s body betrayed her, and she could not help but press back as he plunged forward. They were animals together, and shame vanished into a lust that left her faint and greedy and lost in the power of that swollen shaft inside her.
Suddenly, it was gone. With a grunt, Sesshomaru withdrew and Rin turned her face in time to see him pump himself to climax. He bared his teeth as he caught her eye, and spewed forth his seed to coat her back.
The animal in him had reclaimed her now, marked her as his own. Rin let her body drop and began to sob. She owed Sesshomaru her life; her body was always his to claim, to cherish or to destroy. And she knew he would not send her away now. But could she still love him after this?
As she heard Sesshomaru rise and quietly leave her, she winced, remembering Kikyo’s words: “If anyone can draw the desire from Inuyasha’s proud, distant brother, I suspect it will be you.”
At Your Command, Sesshomaru-sama
Chapter 4
Ah-un landed surprisingly softly for a creature of his size. Rin slid from his back and expressed her thanks with the same hug around each neck she had given since she first began to ride him. She scurried back toward the campsite but stopped abruptly at the immovable object suddenly appearing in her path. Sesshomaru, beautiful and lustrous as the moon and just as inscrutable, stood before her, arms folded across his chest. The height from which he looked down at her was magnified by his proud posture and icy gaze. Though Rin had long learned not to fear what others rightly saw as arrogance and menace, she had left without Sesshomaru’s permission or even Jaken’s knowledge, so some trepidation was not unreasonable.
“Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin gasped. Quickly, she came to her knees and bowed her head deeply.
“Where have you been, Rin?”
Through the curtain of her hair and its illusion of protection, Rin spoke. “I went to avenge you, Sesshomaru-sama.”
Sesshomaru was silent a moment. Rin waited, her heart pounding in her chest. “For what did I need to be avenged?”
“The poisoned arrow that struck you last summer.”
“Indeed,” Sesshomaru replied, with what might have been either bemusement or disdain in his deep voice.
“Yes,” Rin went on, encouraged by the reply, “Jaken told me it was Priestess Kikyo who had shot you and she lives just across the river so I left him sleeping by the fire and asked Ah-un to take me to her and I burst into her hut and told her I would fight her but she was kind to me and explained to me that she is not the one who—”
“Enough, Rin,” commanded Sesshomaru. “I know it was not Kikyo who fired that arrow, and I know that there is no threat. And even should there be, do you think I would have you risk your life in so foolish a manner to avenge me?”
Rin replied immediately, “Forgive me, Sesshomaru-sama,” and touched her head to the ground.
“Be silent, Rin. You misunderstand me. You are under my protection; I am not under yours. I expect your obedience and respect. I know you meant well, but do not defy my control in this way again.”
“Yes, Sesshomaru-sama.”
“You may rise, Rin.”
As Rin stood, Sesshomaru began to walk by her. He put his hand on her shoulder, and Rin felt a thrill. She turned and looked up into his ageless, enigmatic face. He looked down at her, took a long, slow breath, and exhaled. His grip on her shoulder tightened. “Kikyo has touched you,” he said, without expression.
“She did not hurt me, Sesshomaru-sama,” Rin answered, to ease her master’s mind. She gave a small, devoted smile.
“Rin, I can smell her on your body,” Sesshomaru snapped, the hint of a growl in his voice.
Rin’s smile vanished. She bowed her head and did not attempt to turn loose from Sesshomaru’s grasp. He could not know that what she had done in touching and being touched by Kikyo was all about her adoration of him, making herself ready for him, understanding her body and her desires to share them with him. She did not know how to explain. Her eyes welled.
“She has marked you, Rin,” Sesshomaru snarled, ignoring her submissive posture. His sharp nails bit through her robe and dug into the flesh of her shoulder.
“Forgive me, Sesshomaru-sama,” she begged again, desperate for his affection and understanding. She knew he did not respond to emotional pleas, but she had nothing else to offer. Her master had never turned his anger upon her in this way.
Sesshomaru seemed to smell her fear. He paused and removed his hand. He found greater control over his voice, too, then asked, “Do you understand what I am saying, Rin?”
Rin raised her face, tears running down her flushed cheeks. “Do not send me away, Sesshomaru-sama! Please!” she gushed. She dropped to the ground and wrapped herself around his ankles. Images of a world without her savior and lord guiding and protecting her made her dizzy. How could she have betrayed him this way? How could she not have known it was betrayal?
Sesshomaru step backed, releasing himself from her grasp. It shocked Rin more than the snarl in his voice, more than his vise-like grip. He could have kicked her away or demanded she move. But he had clearly been repulsed by her touch. “Sesshomaru-sama,” she implored, her voice a whisper. She was again a child of eight, alone and lost in the world.
“Still, you do not comprehend,” Sesshomaru said, a threatening rumble in his throat. “And I cannot control myself long enough to explain.” Reaching his hand into his robes, Sesshomaru withdrew the marbled shaft that Rin had longed to see again for the past half-year. It was hard, exquisite in her master’s beautiful hand. But this was different. He was stroking it firmly as he looked into her eyes, but they were clouded, shadowed by an intensity she had only known when he was about to strike an adversary dead.
Shivering with an impossible combination of desire and dread, Rin watched as Sesshomaru approached and circled her. He breathed heavily, through his mouth, and his fangs appeared, shining menacingly in the moonlight. Rin cowered then gasped as Sesshomaru pushed her roughly to the ground from behind. She fell onto her hands and knees, and in an instant, her master was upon her. He kicked her legs apart and pushed her down by the small of her back. She collapsed, arms folding beneath her and face pressed to the hard earth. Like the demon he was, he used his claws to slash her gown from her back, positioned himself, and plunged into her, a guttural moan emerging from deep within him. Rin knew not to cry out.
The pain of entry was both sharp and deep. She was spread so wide, impossibly wide. But this was not the only pain her master gave. Once inside, he threw himself on top of her, his body covering hers fully, grinding her into the cold ground, and then his teeth were in her neck. He pinned her there and drove mercilessly into her, again and again, slaking his thirst and claiming her bodily as he had already claimed her heart and soul.
Rin was overwhelmed. He rocked her small body with his powerful thrusts, and she could do nothing but surrender. Had he taken her out of love, she could have taken more pleasure from it, despite the harshness of his treatment. Though the longer he rode her the more her body responded, the pleasure was soured for her by her knowledge that her failure had brought out the beast in him, the animal that knew only that its property had been sullied by another.
Withdrawing his fangs and rising up onto his knees, Sesshomaru continued to ravage his prey. Rin’s body betrayed her, and she could not help but press back as he plunged forward. They were animals together, and shame vanished into a lust that left her faint and greedy and lost in the power of that swollen shaft inside her.
Suddenly, it was gone. With a grunt, Sesshomaru withdrew and Rin turned her face in time to see him pump himself to climax. He bared his teeth as he caught her eye, and spewed forth his seed to coat her back.
The animal in him had reclaimed her now, marked her as his own. Rin let her body drop and began to sob. She owed Sesshomaru her life; her body was always his to claim, to cherish or to destroy. And she knew he would not send her away now. But could she still love him after this?
As she heard Sesshomaru rise and quietly leave her, she winced, remembering Kikyo’s words: “If anyone can draw the desire from Inuyasha’s proud, distant brother, I suspect it will be you.”