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Someone To Love

Chapter 3

Weeks. Weeks. It had been weeks since the last time Sesshomaru had felt the warmth of a woman's touch. So long that he could barely remember their scent, remember what it felt like to be buried deep within the core of whatever woman he had chosen to be with that evening. It was now to a point where he'd wait until the night, long after his company (especially Rin) had fallen asleep, when he'd sneak off deep into the forest and relieve himself. His hand roughly jerking his length until he finally came and released some of the pint up frustration. Sesshomaru was a demon, and a great one at that, it just didn't seem right for someone like him to have stooped to such a level of common low life. Having to handle himself? That was the whole reason he'd kept Corrine around for so long, to do those things for him. But because she was barren, Sesshomaru didn't really see the need for her at the moment, and no other woman would do in her place. The girl was just that good of a lay that no one else could take her place.

Corrine should be grateful! Sesshomaru's ears perked at this. That's right, she should be grateful. She had food in her gut, clothes on her back, and the ultimate form of protection. In fact, the girl should be on her knees thanking him (and sucking him dry) for all he'd done for her. It wasn't every day the great Lord Sesshomaru kept a human around, aside from Rin, and for her to be the only exception meant she had to be special. Right? But all the girl did was whine and complain, cry and plead for him to let her go. The demon tsked, this is why he couldn't stand humans in the first place. They were always so needy, always so ungrateful to the good deeds those more fortunate than them did.

Sesshomaru glanced nonchalantly to Corrine, his raging thoughts still belittling her and her race as he studied her closely. She walked silently adjacent to him; far enough to be out of arms reach yet close enough for him to keep an awfully close eye on her. All her golden tresses had been pulled back away from her face so now the world could see the large, ocean blue eyes that looked at him with such fear. The fear that made him all the more dominate and powerful. Her kimono, not by choice, was open just a tad for him to see the creamy marred flesh of her chest. Sesshomaru liked his women to look a certain, to be clean, and she was no different. A scar from one of his first attacks on her stretched in one pale line from her left collar bone all the way to her right breast. Glittering perspiration beaded nicely on her complementing cleavage, her once flat stomach now sporting a small pudge that was his offspring. Sesshomaru didn't know if it was the heat of the day finally getting to him or Corrine just looked that damn good, but the demon was now determined to plow into her once again once they reached the next town. Weither Corrine wanted it or not, he simply didn't care.