AUTHOR'S NOTE: this chapter contains scenes that maybe graphic to some readers. This chapter is a bit of angst so be forewarned. It may make you very sad. I guess this is a spoiler alert but just answering a question from a reviewer: Yes, this story will have a happy ending of sorts. I don't like tragic stories because I cry easily. *Covers face* I just gave away so much!
The Innocent Mistress
Chapter 4 – The child that was never meant to be
He kissed her lips softly, brushing his nose gently across the bruise he had caused. O how he wished he could undo it. She sighed softly, turning her face to him so their lips could meet again. His lips slaked over hers, fearfully he would hurt her already swollen ones. He pulled away, gently kissing a path to the sweet area of her neck. She gasped softly, her body arching into him. He had never seen her react so strongly, but he had never taken her softly before. It was a challenge, to remain inside her now, full and hard whilst her tight body gripped him in its wet, warmth.
He groaned, willing his body to not move to bring her to pleasure…to not mindless slake its need…to not harm his child…but he could not go with her…he had to have her. She wrapped her arms around him, one dainty finger cupping his nape and brushing the hair there. She widened her legs simultaneously, wrapping her legs around the expanse of his back and tightening her internal muscles so that he was groaning, his breath coming in deep pants as though he had run a marathon. His hands gripped her hips, to prevent her from moving to ensure she did not send him over the cliff of which he was perched.
When she stilled, his hands moved to the curve of his waist, slowly trailing up until they were at the curve of her breast. She trembled and he felt it at the place where their bodies were locked as one. He groaned and cupped one lovely nipple, while his mouth tasted the other, gripping the tender nipple between his teeth. She cried and bucked against him and he groaned again. His hand to the place on her body that he rarely touched, the place between her legs that made her tremble with pleasure with each touch.
She cried out in pleasure her arms tightening around him as her body heralded its release and it was within this moment, he began the age-old rhythm of man and woman. His body slid into hers with its heavy girth, filling her in ways she could never explain in words, touching a spot that made her legs quiver. She begged him, pleaded with him…to touch that place again…and when he did, it was magical, creating stars beneath her lids as her eyes closed in wonderful pleasure. He bit his lip to refrain his shout and slammed into her, releasing. He shuddered and gently lowered himself over her body, loving the fell of their warm, sweat laden skin touching, so deeply intertwined one could not ascertain where she began and he ended.
"Sesshomaru…" she whispered. He had given her the privilege of calling his name. He shuddered at the effect of her voice saying his name and was surprised to realize he was already in a semi-aroused state. He kissed her lips softly, his tongue brushing hers. When he pulled away, he saw tears leak from the corner of her eyes. He rose on his elbows and looked into her eyes. "Did I hurt you?" he asked and she shook her head. She shook her head and wiped her tears, in the three weeks since he had accepted her pregnancy, he had been so very tender with her. Within her heart, Rin knew he cared only for the child but within the moments that were tender and sweet…ones she had never thought of experience with him, she pretended it was her whom he loved and cared for and it made her heart swell because she had never once been given the opportunity to even dream before.
He pulled away from her and she bit her lips to keep herself from telling him to stay. He sighed, lying on his back and looking at the flames from the fires. Rin sighed as well, cupping the mound of her stomach which had increased greatly in the last three weeks. According to Totosai, she was days away from her fifth month. Suddenly, a movement within her made her gasp. She had been feeling slight movements within her abdomen for two weeks now but she had always been unsure if it had been the child. She gasped again and Sesshomaru looked at her with concern.
She grasped his hand and laid it against her. Then a small jab, strong enough for him to feel…as though the child was aware of its father's presence. Sesshomaru's face shifted from concern to shock and then he smiled and surprised Rin by bending low to kiss the place where his child lay. Rin's eyes filled with tears, she was happy, because she knew no matter what he would love her child.
When he raised his head, he looked at her then cupped her cheek and kissed her.
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Kagura sat before her husband for the first time in months. She was apprehensive yet deeply satisfied. Sesshomaru smiled and Kagura stiffened, she had never seen the man smile. Ever. He looked at her with what seemed to be genuine joy and it left her shocked, her heart raced, he had never looked so very handsome. But his words would leave her cold…
"Kagura, Rin is to now occupy your rooms, the Queen's suite. You will move to the West Wing." He stated simply, watching as her face contorted with disbelief and then blistering fury. "My lord that is the gravest insult!" she said, jumping to her feet. "I refuse to allow it!" she stated. Sesshomaru also rose, his smile disappearing. "These are my lands, Kagura and I will do as I please." He said coldly before walking away and then he stopped and turned.
"Rin will become my second wife, Kagura." He said and left and within that moment, Kagura heart stopped and she fell weakly to her seat.
Rin could live no longer.
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Naruku hid his knives behind his back as he drew up to the guards stationed at Rin's door. They looked to him and smiled. "Hey man, been a long time since you been up here…" said Hakaku. He and Ginta were the newest members to Sesshomaru's own personal Guard and were used for lesser roles; especially since they entire palace was surrounded with guards and was, impenetrable. Naraku laughed, "Yes…it has." Then he sobered and switched to his most cajoling tone, "Lord Sesshomaru asked me personally to check on lady Rin." He said.
Ginta frowned and his gaze locked quickly with his twin brother, Hakaku before he replied. "Sorry, but we are under direct orders to not allow anyone to enter these chambers with the exception of Lord Sesshomaru himself". Naraku sighed. "I wish things could have been different…" he sighed as his knives flashed. Neither man had time to react as a knife as plunged into each other their chests. Naraku stepped over the bodies of his comrades and turned the knob to the door, it was locked. He cursed.
He kicked Ginta into the door which made a "THUD" and the wounded man grunted and heard the door creak open. It was Sango, the maid and her arms were filled with linen as though she had just changed the bedding. She frowned as she saw him, and then noted the men bleeding on the floor. It took no more than five seconds, for her gaze to widen and for her to drop the linen and fumble to lock the door. Naraku smirked, the woman was quick but he was a trained killer. He kicked in the door and smirked as she cried out from the sickening crunch of bones breaking, of the door slamming into her face.
He stepped over her unconscious form and stalked through the chambers, searching for the woman. Then he came upon the last door, having searched every other rom. He slowly opened the door and in the middle of the room, stood a woman with her back to him. She had long brown hair and was clad in a traditional layered kimono. "My lord-?" she turned breaking off as she saw him. Naraku froze. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She gasped upon seeing the blood on his hands, her eyes widening in fear.
"Please…" she whispered, her arms wrapping protectively around her stomach. "Please…I am with child…"she begged, instinctively backing away from him. But she could not run, for her garb was too heavy. His gaze hardened and he advanced towards her with clenched fists. Rin steeled herself for the first hit. The first punch was to her face, dislocating her jaw and causing her to spit two of her teeth. She fell back but was roughly held upright by her hair. He forced her to look into his face, as his next fist connected with her stomach. The pain was incredible, she screamed as her mind engulfed her in darkness and her body fell but not before she felt the booted foot to the place where her child lay.
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