Title: Here And Now
Author: piratequeen0405
Prompt: Polyamory Pile-up
Rating: Adult
Characters: Sess/Rin/SessMom
Genre: Canon, Introspective
Words: 800
Summary: Rin enjoys a unique family situation
Warnings: Not really a pile up, but I hope this meets Talon's divine definition of polyamory

Mother

A long time she had lived, seen generations of the powerful rise and fall, taken lovers and made her own mark on history, but never, she realized, as the strong, nimble fingers raked through her hair, in all her long years, had she found such simple contentment like when with her son's human bride.

The first time she had seen Rin, the girl was young, barely a smudge, trotting obediently behind like a besotted puppy. She was shocked that her son had taken such unprecedented risks to save her and thoughtfully remarked on how like his father he had become.

When he brought her back years later, she learned that, unlike his father's reckless, self-destructive love, Sesshoumaru's was careful. Typical of him, she thought. He came to seek protection for his human mate, though she readily confessed she liked to pretend he also sought her approval of his choice, and wondered what it was about this inconsequential creature that continued to captivate him. Rin still seemed so fragile, so breakable. But their twin cries of lust and pleasure that threatened to shake the walls at night hinted there was more to this girl than her slight appearance.

She was intrigued. Curiosity is a most heady drug.

Now together, heat and privilege making them indolent on a summer afternoon, she reached up and grasped slender wrists, bringing those hands lower, past her full breasts, past her flat belly, to the wet, ripe part of her that Rin had awakened. "Do you feel what you do to me? Every time?" Black hair fell over her shoulder, and a mouth, red and beautiful, teeth, blunt and greedy, teased the skin on her neck.

"Yes, my Lady."

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Son

Not especially generous by nature, he never understood why he consented to share her, nor did he know how he would have responded had he actually been asked. But his permission wasn't sought, and by the time he realized the truth, it had already grown into something he couldn't prevent, much less halt.

That they spent days in each other's company was not unusual in itself; he had asked his mother to watch over her. But one day he strayed into his mother's quarters and was met with a site too anomalous to be brushed off. His mother was dragging an ivory comb through Rin's unruly black hair, a servant's task, and at first he thought she was amusing herself by feeding her insatiable love of irony. Then he noticed the top of Rin's kimono sagging open, a rosy flush, unashamed, on her curvy chest, and nipples, dark and swollen, the obvious recipients of recent, lavish attention. Her face was a sea of ease and bliss.

His mother's sly smile filled in the blanks. He left without a word.

Later that night, confusion and ire held in check with a practiced, iron grip, he asked coolly, "Rin, are you ready for bed?"

Silk dropped to the floor, and she crawled on hands and knees in front of him, then slowly sank down to her elbows, delectable ass high in the air. She spread her legs apart and looked coyly over a shoulder.

He knew then that nothing important had appreciably changed; she was still his to love, his to protect. Still open and ready, an addictive combination of sweet submission and fuckable impertinence. She was still perfect.

"Yes, my Lord."

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Lover

Eyes closed, I am lost and flying blind, no longer able to discern where one of you ends and the other begins. I could open my eyes, but what would I see? A haze of white hair and blue crescent moon on a pale brow, rising from between my outstretched legs. The rest of you hidden, I am still unsure whose plundering tongue makes me pant and moan…whose fangs make me shake and scream. My only awareness is your mouth teasing, discovering my secrets; I am dying, alive.

It is afterward, when my lungs again fill with breath and the world stops spinning, that I can tell. If gentle arms gather me close, soft breasts pressed against the flesh of my back, I know I am with her. Possessive body and hard cock, and I am with him, falling again and again, never happier than when he reclaims my body as his own. Years of misery, lived in fear as a motherless child, are gone and forgotten. Years of following, quiet and unquestioning, have become nights of heat and demands and calm, necessary acceptance.

Everything you give, I take. Everything I offer is consumed. Together, you are enough…and too much; I am saturated, complete.

You both stole me from death's clenching jaws, cheating the awful inevitability for a time, but it is here and now, that I truly, deeply live.