Author's Note: This story started out as a one-shot that began with a rape scene that will come soon in the story and then it just took on a life of its own. Its rated M, for mature readers: persons who can deal with reading a serious topic such as rape. At first the Story started as a Kagome-Sesshomarou but it morphed into a Rin-Sesshomaru. If u see kagome's name sometimes in place if Rin, it was because of this and I probably missed her name when I was making the corrections. It starts slow but it really picks up. Don't think it will be over ten chapters but who knows. Just finished chapter 3 and I already have a new idea for a next chapter. O well, enjoy and review please

THE INNOCENT MISTRESS

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the series or any rights to it but this story, minus characters originated from my mind.

Chapter 1 – The woman without a Last name

Rin lay on the furs by the fire with a book on the ground, her mind captured in the fire as her mind imagined the story in the tale she had read. She thought of a handsome prince, dragons and lands far away where true love existed. She sighed, wishing that the love such as that which existed between the prince and princess existed outside of fiction and hoping that if it did, it would find him.

"Is that sigh because you have missed me?" came a deep voice from behind her. Heart racing, Rin spun around with a big smile on her lips. "My lord!" she gasped and he smirked before lowering himself to the furs where she sat, evidently pleased with her welcoming reaction. Rin's heart raced as it always did whenever she saw him, he was Sesshomaru, her handsome Lord.

Silver hair fell around his shoulders and the flames bathed them in a golden glow, much like the beauty of his eyes. He leaned towards her, brushing away an errant strand of hair before he kissed her neck, delighting in the small gasps that she made and the erratic rising of her chest. She was blushing when he pulled away, embarrassed by her reactions.

"How was your trip, my Lord?" she asked softly, running delicate fingers through the silky softness which was his hair. He remained silent, basking in the feel of her gentle hands, when he had endured enough he said, "Must you ask unnecessary questions Rin?" and she flushed, knowing there was but one reason her Lord had visited her. "Forgive me, my Lord" she whispered and her breathing quickened as he lowered her to the furs, covering her body with his own.

"I will forgive you, when you have pleased me…" he said softly and kissed the soft lifts that were offered to him, pressing his body into hers so she could feel the solid mass of his phallus which had been longing for her in the months he had been gone. Her lips opened to the pressure of his lips and she moaned, wrapping one arm around his back, as the other cupped his nape.

His tongue slipped between her teeth and touched her own, softly dueling as he cupped her firm breasts, tweaking her nipples through her kimono. She pressed her hips against his; seeking the gratification she had come to appreciate from him. He rose to his knees, his eyes dilated as he looked down on her. She sat up with trembling fingers moving to the buttons of his shirt. She never took her eyes from his as she slipped each button from its hole, and then pushed the silk fabric from his muscular shoulder. He was so very beautiful with his toned body. She leaned into him, placing soft kisses across his chest whilst unbuckling his belt.

Sesshomaru groaned as her fingers brushed his phallus through the material of his trousers as she unzipped them, simultaneously pushing him back on his hunches and releasing the massive erection from the confines of his underwear. He groaned again, forcing himself to allow her to please him whilst all he wanted to do was to possess the body he had longed for.

Rin kissed her way along the hard planes of his muscular stomach, moaning as she the object of her desire twitched. She placed a kiss on the tip of his erection, and he groaned, clenching his jaw and sinking his fingers into her hair as he forced her to accept more of his massive length.

She stroked the mass as he fingers clenched around the base, sucking the tip before sliding her lips halfway down his length, it had taken her over a year before she had been able to do this properly and enjoy. Sesshomaru grunted, his hips bucking as his eyes closed in pleasure. He hit the back of her throat, yet still she sucked him, her cheeks sunk as she gripped his length.

Suddenly, she was on her back with her Kimono ripped open. Rin gasped as he took one erected nipple in his mouth while he pinched the other between the tips of his fingers as one hand crept into her drawers to the moist centre within her hidden folds. Rin cried out as the finger entered her, grasping his back. Sesshomaru moved to the other breast, as she thrashed beneath him, her tight sheath gripping his finger and heralding her ascension. With a brisk removal of her drawers, he impaled her with his phallus. She gasped and stiffened from the quick pain of his intrusion, it had been so very long since he had last taken her but the pain felt so good.

Sesshomaru gave her no time to adjust to him, for he was far too close to the edge, he merely withdrew before plundging into her tight, warm depths, groaning as he did. She released a sound that made him gasp, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, meeting his thrusts with feminine ones of her own. Her cries met his thrusts, her walls clenching tighter and tighter around him despite the slickness that came from her core. With a final lunge, he sank into her to the base of his erection and groaned his release whereby he collapsed beside her.

Rin looked over to Sesshomaru, he was looking at the ceiling, a blank look on his face. "I missed you' she whispered softly, resting her head against his chest, and for a moment it was as though he had not heard her softly spoken words but then he turned to look at her and linked their fingers together. She moved closer to him, happy.

She loved him with every fiber of her being, but she knew her love was unrequited. He would never love, not even a tenth of how she loved him. Not at all. He did not care for her at all save for the use of her body.

His name was Sesshomaru de Taisho, ruler of the Western lands and heir apparent to the Northern Lands. He was married to Kagura de Onigumo, princess of the Northern Lands and they had no children together. He had no children. No heirs, he was thirty-eight years old and he would take no other wife.

Her name was Rin, a woman bereft of a last name. She was nineteen years old and for the last three years she had served the carnal needs of her Lord, and she had fallen in love with him.
She was his mistress and she was with child.

Kagura screamed in outrage, smashing a glass figurine against the wall. Her husband had returned for two days from his three month long trip to the Americas he had yet to come to her, all because of his filthy whore! She thought fiercely, her face a mask of angry lines. Kagura stomped her foot, her beautiful face seemingly old and evil from her vicious expression. In the three years since Sesshomaru had procured his concubine, everything had changed!

Sesshomaru had not visited her bed in three years! Ever since he had bought his whore, he had refused to touch her as though she, of Royal blood, was unclean. At first, she had waited for him to tire of the girl and banish her from their home but after a year had passed kagura's feelings had shifted from indifference to annoyance and then to blistering anger.

He had made her the laughingstock of the entire Castle! She had heard the rumours of the young girl's beauty, that she was unparalleled and how she was of a kind and gentle spirit which angered Kagura even more. She hated knowing that Sesshomaru cared more for his whore when he had been unable to love his own wife.

Kagura's pride as a woman had severly suffered, especially knowing that the girl had been but sixteen, half Kagura's own age! The thought made her livid! For months she had contemplated how she would fix her problem, for it was difficult.

Sesshomaru kept the girl in the West Wing of the Palace at which Kagura and every member of her staff had been banned from entering, and she was watched day and night by three of Sesshomaru's own personal guards, loyal only to him. Her meals were prepared by his own chefs in a separated kitchen and even her clothes were made by a different Palace seamstress, She was almost impossible to get to. Almost.

Like a princess locked in a tower, kagura spat, filthy whore!

The door opened to her chambers and kagura smiled at her guest.