A/N: Hi hello yes... Weclome to my first fanfiction ever. Ehh... What else can I say? For mature audiences only. Really. Lemons. Lots of lemons. Not this chapter buuut... -cackles and skitters off-
-CausticCoyote.
He didn't get it. A ningen girl would toy his...his emotions as such? If a great demon even had such a thing. A small "hmm" escaped the armor-clad yōkai as he shifted his sitting stance against an ancient tree. Amber eyes darted down to the growing girl sleeping upon mokomoko-sama, watching her for the longest time before the kappa demon snortled in his sleep. Every muscle went tense, half expecting Jaken to wake and question everything. Sesshomaru exhaled through his nose moments later and turned his attention to the dwindling fire made to keep Rin warm during the bitter night of Nippon.
In all technicality, this was not supposed to be but resisting those pleading deep brown orbs was nigh impossible. Weakness, that's all Rin was. A great weakness to him and better yet, his mother knew. "Becoming his father", like that would ever happen to this Lord Sesshomaru. But with each passing year, the ningen grew from a child to a woman. Her budding breasts and forming hip line under her kimono weren't even the beginning of it. He could smell her, so strong to his senses. A scent that caused the beast within to purr with contentment.
With Rin spending time in the miko's village, he had hoped the girl would grow distant from him, find a human mate and produce more human filth but all was in vain. Though various scents lingered on the girl...no, woman, he did not pick up a single male aside from his hanyō brother and the monk. Both of whom had mtes of their own. The mere thought caused the great demon to shift once more, displeased with his train of thought.
Once more, it was broken by the simplest of noises. Ah-uhn's heavy breathing, Jaken's annoying..well everything, but one cause him to glance down once more at the great mokomoko-sama. Soft whines and whimpers came clear as day to his ears and Sesshomaru turned his head to glance down at the human who gripped the plush fur. Upon further inspection, he noted how her face screwed together in agony..? Fear? He couldn't quite place a finger on it..
A/N: I'll happily continue this if someone really wants me to w;; One positive review = A second chapter.