The Love of the Supreme Phantom Dog

It was half an hour after lady Keiko left and Rin was back to where she was, at the side of her lord and master. She had fallen asleep after the sun laid below the horizon when said lord started to rouse, slowly opening his golden eyes to his little ningen girl, she looks so peaceful when she sleeps, he thought to himself. Then he bolted upright, the memories of the day's events flashing before his eyes. Rin was here, but she was attacked, he knew, he felt it at the ceremony, the wedding, he left it, no, he transformed into something. He looked down at himself, at the red slash marks that now covered his body. How was this even possible, it was only supposed to be myth?

Rin felt the sudden move in her sleep and her eyes opened, blinking away the drowsiness. "My lord?" she rubbed her eyes before looking at him and smiling warmly, "You're awake."

He was brought out of his panic by her soft voice, when he turned his head to her she was smiling like a fear had been laid to rest. "Rin, you're alright…" she nodded. But then he remembered what had happened to her, through his enraged daze when he reached her he saw what that filthy dog was doing to her. "Rin, I am sorry." He hung his head in shame.

She was confused, what did he have to be sorry for? He saved her; once again, he protected her. "For what, my lord? You saved my life; again, I haven't even begun to consider how to repay you."

He gave a dry chuckle, though his face remained as stoic as ever. "I have done no such thing," he started bitterly, making her look hurt, "I could not protect your innocence from that beast. Your virtue was taken because I could not reach you in time. I am sorry, Rin, how you must hate me." He wasn't looking her in the eye and his words were a step away from a whimper crossed with a growl.

Now she was beyond confused, he thought he failed her, his words were pained and he looked defeated. Her gaze dropped to her lap when she couldn't think of what he meant, but then the answer 'fell' into her lap. "My lord," she looked back up to him, but he still wasn't looking at her so she cupped his cheek in her palm and brought his eyes to hers. "Sesshomaru, I…" she saw the hurt in his eyes, how could she make him believe her. A thought occurred to her, one that definitely made her blush like a rose. It would definitely be the most daring thing she'd ever do. "My Sesshomaru, allow this Rin to show you that you are wrong." He looked at her curiously though still in denial, as she slid away from him. As she still sat at arms length from him, she slowly reached behind her and untied her obi, pulling it loose she opened the bottom half of her kimono, exposing her legs up to the upper thighs to his gaze. He looked on, at her creamy thighs and porcelain skin, was she trying to torture him?

But there it was! Close to the apex where her legs converged, thin red scratch marks on her inner thighs, they were too big to be from her own hands but they were the same size as that bastard mutt's.

Rin saw the fury flash in Sesshomaru's now scarlet orbs. She couldn't help but feel a little feminine pride at his reaction over her near defilement. "You see, master? He tried to take what did not belong to him and did not succeed." She crawled to Sesshomaru, an expression in her eyes that was a combination of wonton lust and undying love.

She moved to straddle his thighs and cupped his face in her hands. She rocked her hips, making him hiss and shut his eyes, then whispered in his ear, her breath sending a shiver down his back, "None but the great taiyoukai lord Sesshomaru may touch this Rin."

Sesshomaru gripped her hips to keep her from her sinuous ministrations. "Rrrrriiiinnnn…" he growled out, his voice dangerously low and for once she actually smelt of fear. True, she had never done something so wanton, especially with another, but she had assumed her lord desired her in this way, as a lover. Had she been wrong about him for so long? Had she misread the signs?

Upon scenting the change in her smell, Sesshomaru knew he must've come off as disgusted with her but he made to reassure her, he nuzzled her neck softly and licked at her throat. He wanted this, so badly, but he had to know.

"Rin," the seriousness in his voice caused her try and calm her breathing and focus, which was nearly impossible. "Three years ago, when you returned from Inuyasha's village, you were limping and sore. You refused to tell me why and I respected your wish."

She inhaled, she did remember that and the real reason why, "But my lord, Rin told you…"

"You slipped and fell. I did not believe you then, so please tell me now. Have you and Kohaku ever…"

Her eyes widened in shock, "No! Master, Rin would never!"

He sighed, "I have seen the way he looks at you, and you were very sore when you came back…" He couldn't finish.

She blushed deeply, despite his serious stare, she remembered why she was sore. But how could she tell him what she was really doing?

"My lord, I did not tell you because-because it was embarrassing." She rubbed her legs against his hips at the memory. He massaged her thighs to coax her, his beast needed an answer. She moaned at his ministrations, loving the feel of his hands on her muscles. "What I told you was the truth, but not all of it…" he hit a tense muscle and she groaned, shuddered and shook her head.

"Tell me, Rin, please." She was now red as a dark rose. He hit a certain spot at her leg and she relented, yelling out.

"I was thinking of you…" she clasped her hands over her mouth as her eyes widened. Sesshomaru stopped and looked at her, a curious glint in his eyes. He reached up and gently pulled her hands away from her mouth. "At a hot spring with Sango-san and Kagome-san, while we were bathing, they were talking about the nights spent with their husbands and my mind started to wonder. They talked of how it felt to be with someone they trusted so completely, to belong to another in such a loving and desired way. I didn't mean to, but my mind started to wonder to you, my lord. I thought of what it would be like to be with you, you're the only one I've ever trusted, the only one I've ever loved. And before I knew it I had slipped and came down on my thigh. I couldn't help it, master, I was just so consumed by my thoughts that I-"

She was cut off as his lips crashed down on hers, nipping lightly. So she wanted this, wanted him, and now she was all his.

But he could still smell the faint tang of blood from her legs, and a lower demons mark did not have any right to be on her. He spoke huskily and with a hint of purring, "Will you allow this Sesshomaru to heal you of your wounds?" To her, it sounded more like a plead, than a request. Her cheeks flushed deep red with the thoughts of him between her legs, lapping at her soft skin, grazing his fangs along her flesh. She nodded her consent and he gently flipped over so he was now on top.

He kissed her lips, gliding his tongue across to gain entry, to which she willingly obliged. His tongue felt like rough velvet; it further reminded her of her master's masculinity. At first she was timid as he slid the wet appendage across the roof of her mouth and along her cheeks, getting a proper taste of her. He kissed along her cheek to her jaw, then her neck at the pulse point, down to her collar bone. He spread her kimono further to expose her lush body to his hungry red gaze. Her hair fanned around her head like a halo and fell just little over her shoulders. Her skin was well tanned, with a deep blush rising from her chest high into her face, and her nipples were a darkened rosy. She was the image of perfection in his eyes, and she was his for the taking.

He went back to kissing her skin, first at her collarbone, then moving down to the valley between her breasts. He licked and nipped and her there, earning him little squeaks and yelps from his love. Then he moved to one of her breasts, nuzzling it and circling it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth rather aggressively. Rin moaned and writhed as he did this, grabbing the back of his head to keep him there, while he massaged the other globe with his free hand. And not to neglect the twin, he paid equal attention to her other endowment. She had definitely blossomed in the last few years, from the body of an innocent, naive little girl to a voluptuous young woman. A woman he was sure would never have any doubt to exactly how much he wanted her, how much he needed her…how much he loved her. Tomorrow, all the world would know what he thought of her. Tonight, the only world was the two of them.