I Do Not Own Inuyasha
"This is the girl, Lord Hiroshi," said the crayfish demon in a green rope, his head bowed low in a respectful manner, a smirk of contentment spread across his wide month. Next to his feet was a young woman laid limply, unconscious, on the fancy carpet.
Lord Hiroshi, a man in his early twenties looking, decanted from his thrown to examine the girl. Her long, silky, black hair was spreading on the floor behind her back. She had milky soft skin, straight nose, full rosy lips, long dark eyelashes. She was quite tall for a girl, but would only reach his shoulder, and she was feminism all the same. She had curves that would make any man's eyes linker. He could already tell that her eyes would be beautiful even when she had yet opened them.
"Is she a princess?" asked a rich manly voice that matched its elegant handsome owner. Her attire told him she was not a common village girl. Her rich silk kimono as was as fine as his own.
"No, my lord. She is just a simple village girl," said the crayfish demon.
Hiroshi's eyes linker on the human girl for a long moment before given orders to his servants, "Get her ready when she's awake, and sent for me."
The female servants took no time to follow their dragon demon lord's order and carry the girl out of the rich thrown hall.
Hiroshi was the Lord of the North Sea who was famous for his hobbit of collecting beautiful maidens. Her race, species, class, status, or background matter not as long as she was beautiful. And the new girl was indeed more than satisficed to his standard.
"What is her name?" he asked.
"Rin, my lord," the crayfish bowed humbling thinking about the goods he could earn out of this offering.
"Rin," the lord repeated tasting it on his smirking lips. He already could not wait to taste her and do all the things he had had in mind to her