Taking her Hand

A/N: I wrote down a rough sketch of the plotline for this story ages ago... but in the last few days my muse decided to force to work on it properly and so here it is...

I just wanted to ass that English is not my mother tongue, German is. I´m sure though that my English isn´t seriously bad, yet I still make mistakes (concerning grammar or spelling mistakes...), so please point them out to me, when I happen to overlook something (since I´m BETAless *sniff*).

Anyway, enjoy it!

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Taking her Hand

Prologue


The disturbing sensation of feeling way too hot rouses me from my light slumber. Adjusting my overly sharp senses to the nocturnal surroundings only takes a few seconds and soon I detect the cause for my awakening: the delicate body of a woman is pressed against mine, fitting perfectly to my prone form.

I let a sly grin play around my lips as I take my time to appreciate her even face pillowed on the stump that’s the remaining piece of my right arm. But right now I could care less about how I lost it (not to mention, to WHOM…) and gently reach out with my other hand to brush some strands of ebony hair behind her small ear. The touch makes her stir a little and a shiver runs down her spine, which sends sparks of utter joy and desire through me. But as if she´s sensed those feelings she frowns and unconsciously writhes again, only to move now away from me to the other side of the large bed we´re occupying.

During the process a perfectly shaped shoulder is revealed to me and the darker scar-tissue there comes into my view. Like two dark parallel lines drawn on a new sheet of paper the scars contrast with the milk white skin around them and again I´m reminded of how she obtained those … markings, because that´s what they are. These scars mark her as mine, my property to deal with as I wish.

Trying to quell the soaring bitterness inside me I reach out for a second time, my hand moves almost on its own accord down a long, supple thigh, fingers spread to feel the incredible soft texture of her skin. Gradually they inch closer to her hip, stroking the prominent bone before I let my palm rest against the soft curve of her belly.

A slight hitch in her breathing tells me she´s on the edge of awareness now, and I lean over to lightly kiss her fluttering eyelids while my hand reaches down between her legs. The simple sensation of my cool fingers resting against her womanhood is enough to jerk her out of her slumber and even though I´ve anticipated her reaction my heart contracts painfully when her entire body tenses in my arm. Even her smell that had tasted like the refreshed air after a thunderstorm when she slept changes and now the sour odour of repressed distaste reaches my nostrils, infuriating me further.

Ever so slowly I bend my fingers until my sharp claws make contact with the sensitive flesh, only as much as to remind her subtly to whom she belongs to. Her slight hiss of pain is enough to leave me satisfied on a very primal level and I release her, only half-heartedly listening to her shaky sigh while she surrenders finally to my ministrations.

The satisfaction is gone now, replaced with a boiling desire and need. I avoid looking at her beautiful auburn eyes, which certainly would be filled with a mixture of anguish and loathing.

My lips trail a path of hot, wet kisses from her temple down the curve of her throat, alternating between suckling and nipping until I stop at the juncture where neck meets shoulder. I barely can suppress the urge to bite down on the sweet flesh beneath my lips and settle on scraping one of my fangs over her skin, drawing a little blood, right beside the scars. Her soft moan only encourages me and I take my time to run my tongue across the small wound I´ve created, while I use my hand to knead one of her full breasts. Her nimble fingers tangle in my thick, silver hair, massaging my scalp down to the back of my neck, where I´m overly sensitive and I almost begin to purr.

Instead I kiss her luscious lips and relish in their softness. Obediently she opens her mouth and meets my tongue with her own as I draw fleeting patterns on her belly with my claws until my fingers rest between her legs again, teasing the hot, wet folds of flesh.

This time she responds with spreading her thighs and a small hand sneaks down my flank, stopping to caress my hips before quickly grasping my fully erect cock. A desperate growl escapes me as I have to struggle not to come immediately. I get my revenge by inserting my index finger in her womanhood, stroking her clitoris with my thump and I´m nearly drowning in the heavy smell of her increased arousal. Soft cries of pleasure emanate from her mouth that grow louder when I move my finger back and forth, a foretaste of what is yet to come.

Her arms have fallen to her sides, hands pressing into the mattress. A light sheen of sweat forms on her skin and I lean down to lick it up at the base of her throat, feeling the erratic heartbeat. Then I remove my hand from her womanhood, ignoring the impatient buck of her hips.

Leisurely my mouth follows down the way of my hand. I linger at her navel, tongue dipping in which makes her squirm a little and then I nuzzle my nose against her pubic hair. Her musky smell is driving me crazy and I want nothing more than to hear her scream my name in ecstasy. Dragging the tip of my tongue along the seam before delving into her most intimate place and drawing back again to reach her sensitive pearl I smile inwardly at the desperate moans and sighs she´s producing.

It doesn´t take long to bring her to the brink of ultimate pleasure. Just as I can feel the first waves of climax making her womanhood throb I withdraw entirely and sit up.

With an experienced move I lift up her petite body from the mattress and impale her on my leaking phallus. She cries out in pleasure that is obviously mixed with pain. I can smell the saltiness of her tears in the air and gently I rock back and forth, trying to accommodate her tight passage to my hard flesh. After a few moments of calming down she lays her hands on my broad shoulders to gain better leverage before she begins to move herself up and down, creating a maddening friction between our sweat-soaked bodies.

Groaning helplessly I let my fingers comb through her dark tresses, my face is buried at the crook of her neck. When I dare to look up into her face I see the last traces of pain and hurt gone to be replaced by an expression of sheer pleasure. Her full lips, now tinged a deep rose hue from our previous kisses, open to emit a sweet, keening sound and I lay her back on the mattress and begin to thrust in earnest, sheathing myself as deep in her body as possible.

My perception narrows down to her heat around me, her scent, which is undeniably mixed with mine now and her urgent sobs. The moment I feel her inner walls tighten I hold still despite her moan of protest and reach up to cradle her cheek in my rough palm.
“Rin....”

She obediently opens her eyes, focusing on my golden ones.

“Say my name.”

“Sesshoumaru-sama,” she whispers and her hands travel down my back, her nails creating a delicious friction along my taut muscles and I snap my hips forward, once. Her back arches and now her fingers dig into my flesh.

“Sesshoumaru-sama, please...!”

“Say my name, Rin.”

“Sesshoumaru!”

It´s enough for me, this one word uttered in a breathless voice and I surrender myself to her body´s wish for release. Her climax prompts my own and with a desperate growl I spill my seed into her womb.

The only noise breaking the silence afterwards is her soft panting and the rustling of the bed sheets as I gently pull out of her and settle on the mattress beside her prone form. My hungry gaze wanders over her and I admire the way how her long, dark tresses cling to her womanly curves. On the bedding her ebony strands mix with my silver white hair, creating a net of intimacy that shuts the world out. In this place, in this moment, it is only me and her.

I sense her trembling more than I actually feel it.

“Are you cold?” I ask and reach behind the bed to grab my pelt – I vaguely remember it landing there when I disposed of my clothing in quite a hurry a few hours ago. I drape it over her naked body, creating a warm cushion for us both. Secretly I wonder if she knows, how much I treasure her scent on it, for it will ease my mind and soul as well as my aching body when I´m patrolling my territory on my own and have to leave her behind.

“Rin...?” I murmur and my rising desire is reflected in my baritone.

“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?”

Somewhere, in farthest corner of my heart, a small voice cries out in dismay at the resigned, almost cool sound of her voice, yet I choose to ignore it and I even lean in and press a sweet kiss to her mouth.

I seek entrance with my tongue and she readily opens up to me, she´s been trained well.

“You´re mine, Rin.” My growl vibrates against her lips.

“Yes. This Rin is yours, my lord.” She doesn´t look at me and trembles again, this time more forcefully and her scent is now highlighted by a trace of fear. It mingles with the smells already lingering on her body, like sweat - mine and hers – as well as other body fluids. It´s almost too much for my sensitive nose, but for the moment I choose to bear with it. I yearn for her warmth pressed against me to last a bit longer, yet she seems to notice my slight discomfort and struggles to rise from the bedding and my embrace.

“Rin?”

She sighs and bends down to pick up her light sleeping yukata from the floor. Even her simplest movements are filled with a fragile grace that I´ve never seen other humans accomplish before she came in to my life.

“I´m going to take a bath, Sesshoumaru-sama,” is all she says before she takes a few cautious steps towards the screen doors. Fleetingly, I´m concerned if I have unintentionally hurt her during our love making... but since I fail to detect any traces of blood in her scent, I dismiss the thought and feel bitterness return into my heart instead. Does she detest my touch so much that she cannot wait to get rid of my traces on her body as soon as we are done? Who does this human girl think she is, in comparison to this Sesshoumaru?

With a fluid motion I leave the bed and grab her shoulder. She stiffens beneath my touch as I turn her around forcefully. Just as I am about to claim her mouth again in a bruising kiss, she lays her small hands against my chest. Even though her touch is light I detain myself and hold my breath. She so rarely touches me out of her own accord...

“You should return back to your quarters soon, my lord,” she says and her eyes glitter in the murky twilight of the room. “Jaken told me of a legation of the northern tribes which is due tomorrow, you´d better be well rested for their arrival.”

If I were a different person, I´d laugh right now at her audacity to literally throw me out of her rooms as well as her wisdom. Instead I quirk the corner of my mouth and look at her appreciatively.

“That annoying toad talks too much. Yet, it amuses me to see your interest in the court affairs...”

/You´d have made a great Lady of the Western Lands./

The words hang in the air, unspoken and the silence is deafening. My heart beats painfully against my ribs and suddenly I feel drained, more so of the warmth I´ve bathed in a few minutes ago.

“Well, then, go ahead, Rin. I hope I will see you tomorrow at breakfast?”

“Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama,” she nods and shrugs my hand off to turn away from me and disappears through the door.

I´m left behind in a dark room, cold and desperate. My fist clenches and I feel my sharp claws cut into my skin.

When will she finally understand, that all the decisions I´ve made... were for her sake alone?

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