I do not own Inuyasha, Sesshomaru or Rin… I just write stories about them… cuz I have nothing better to do.
A/N: So here it is… the long awaited chapter 11 (aka the LEMON) of Bound For Tomorrow: Sesshomaru and Rin.
On another note, I REPOSTED the WHOLE story, as ONE story, (now the first chapter is not a oneshot, and Bound For Tomorrow 2:Shard of the Meidou tama is no more… those chapters were simply added to Bound For Tommorow:Sesshomaru and Rin.
If you have the Bound for Tomorrow 2 on your alerts, then PLEASE, switch it over to the REPOSTED version… so you don't miss any updates.
Hope you enjoy this! 3 Ravyn Skye…
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Reaching her nest of curls, he brought his arms down, gripping each of her thighs. He laid them over his shoulders as he lowered his chest to floor. When he had positioned her legs just so, he brought his thumbs up between them, spreading her nether lips, while pulling her apart gently, allowing him to gaze upon her sex.
Mine… all mine…
He surveyed her body with hungry eyes and a predatory smirk. This was his… She was his; to enjoy, to touch, to scent, to taste, to fill, and pump and hump and push his aching arousal into.
Whenever I please…
Yes, whenever he desired, provided she indicated she was willing, however he hoped she might more than simply oblige him. He wanted her not merely willing, but also eager for his touch. He wanted her to want him as well, and he was certain if his performance tonight was satisfactory, that that would be the case. She would desire to lay with him, no mate of his would look upon their couplings as merely duty or obligation; no, his mate would crave him, as much as he craved her.
Never again would he feel the stinging shame of pumping himself into his own hand as he fantasized about having a female, knowing full well that there were no potential mates in his immediate future. He would not taste the bitter bile that always came with the realization that he was desired by no one, his touch never openly and eagerly received.
He, Sesshomaru, had a mate now, a partner in carnal pleasure of the flesh with whom he could indulge. Oh! And he intended to indulge… both his and her at whim, with no shame. He would no longer suffer the indignity of pumping himself to a hallow climax that only served to remind him of his solitude. Sesshomaru rarely pleasured himself because the moment of physical pleasure had never been worth the feelings of loneliness that inevitably followed his brief climax.
Instead, he'd channeled his energies elsewhere or at least attempted to. Battle became an outlet, and owning powerful swords became a balm to soothe his wounded ego. His insecurities revolving around his father's love, his mother's acceptance and the constant doubt both seemed to have in his abilities, we carefully hidden beneath a cool façade and pompous empty male-posturing. He always proclaimed his superiority, yet questioned time and time again why it was that his father had seemed to favor the younger sibling, which had been nothing but a newly whelped pup. Did his father truly hate him so much? Was he so sorely lacking? So unworthy of the love of the demon he'd spent his life worshiping? What made him so terrible that a half-blood pup whom the Inu no Taisho had never even had the opportunity to get to know, worth so much more to his father than Sesshomaru?
Had it been him in danger… would his father have willing given his life to save He, Sesshomaru?
Somehow… he had his doubts…
But none of that mattered now. Now, he was wanted. Now, he was desired. Now he had someone who believed in him; had never found him lacking, despite his failures to her… Rin was willing to be with him, in every sense of the word, for only the reason of loving him.
He was no longer alone, and no longer was there any reason to feel… frustrated… by a lack of intimacy and contact.
Inuyasha had only once dared to comment that Sesshomaru might not be such an 'asshole', (as his brash otouto had so colorfully phrased his brother's frustrated, easily insulted personality and overly violent tendencies), if only he'd get a little 'female attention' once in awhile.
Sesshomaru had promptly beaten the hanyou soundly.
However, when Sesshomaru had stalked off in a flurry of silk and ruffled fur, he later admitted, if only to himself, that perhaps his little brother had a point. He'd even thought about attempting to find a willing female, one who he would make an attempt to allay their fears enough to get past that disgusting scent, if only to relieve himself of his virginity. Usually he was able to use logic and killing things to overcome these urges, but... he was only a male. Not simply a male, but a male teenaged demon in his sexual prime, who was not having any sort of sex. Their were many solitary nights that his frustration and resentment for his situation led to violence, and, his energy spent, a kind of quiet rueful acceptance usually followed these deadly outbursts, but there had been a single moment of weakness… which was nearly his, and Rin's, (who, while obviously a female, who obviously loved him, was still a child at the time, and, most assuredly not a suitable partner for the types of activities he craved) ultimate downfall.
On the single occasion he'd been desperate enough to consider perhaps making use of one of the concubines, whom had been his father's, and still resided at the shiro in the clouds, (after he was finished strengthening his sword of course), the mood had been quite ruined when his mother had gone and unleashed a hell hound that ate his little girl.
Since that day, whenever he thought of taking another female, Rin's face had flashed in his mind. Sesshomaru remembered how his being distracted with thoughts of mating had led to his carelessness and how Rin had almost paid the ultimate price.
As his feelings for the girl changed hue over the years, he realized hers was the only female company he desired and… he had waited hundreds of years… what was a few more, if it meant that perhaps he would be rewarded with Rin as a mate? Of course, these admissions had been made to himself slowly with much of the knowledge remaining just below his conscious awareness, but then…
Jaken had died and he was even more alone than ever. Something inside him had finally, snapped, and…
Sesshomaru had ached for Rin.
Yes, physically and emotionally, he wished for no other at his side but her. He wanted to be with no one else, only her, only Rin.
His Rin.
He wished for no other female's scent on his person, no other woman to touch his skin, no other was worthy to learn his secrets, know him on such an intimate level. He was glad he had not wasted his time, and bedded a mere whore.
Now, yes now, in this moment that her and her scent was thick and her skin was soft and her sounds were naught but inarticulate mewls of longing and delight… Sesshomaru could hardly contain himself, feeling himself salivate at the thought that he was moments away from tasting her. He knew he'd made the correct decision in waiting; it had definitely been worth it.
Rinhad been worth waiting for.
Sesshomaru continued to survey her glistening sex, his new acquired territory, and took his time, despite his eagerness. He'd never seen a woman's intimate parts up close before.
He sought out the tiny pink 'bud' his brother had described, locating it easily, at the apex of her flushed wet folds. He was pleased to see it standing proudly, as Inuyasha had explained to him that such a thing indicated a very high level of arousal in her. Her 'opening' was not so easy to detect. He could see nowhere on her where there was a 'hole,' perhaps he would need to explore a bit…
Yes… explore her… using his tongue.
His eyes danced and flickered with predatory delight.
This was his right, earned after years of devotion ardent protection, infinite concern, patience he did not always feel and a covert attention to the details of her care and…
This was also her desire.
He pressed his nose against her, sniffing rapidly before inhaling deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of her arousal, and delighting in her gasp and the throaty moan she released.
"Sesshomaru," his beautiful and now impatient female was whispering, "pleeeaaassseee."
He shook his head back and forth roughly and rapidly, much like the dog he was, using his nose to stimulate her bundle of nerves. The action had the effect of spreading her resulting wetness, covering his face in her scent laden juices, and Sesshomaru was loving it.
His tongue came out and to lap at her lightly a few times, before he bravely pushed out with more force, blindly searching for the place where her body would yield, and he could slip his tongue inside her. He was rewarded nearly immediately, as he felt his long rough appendage be all but sucked into her tight passage. A triumphant smirk graced his features as her inner walls undulated around the muscle he'd entered her with, and a groan made it to his pointed ears. Still experimenting he curled his tongue pressing while pulling out of her… searching… he it then, a rough and slightly raised lumpy place inside her, that when he made contact, she bucked her hips up and squeaked in pleasured surprise.
This must be the 'spot' inside her that Inuyasha described, the place I must focus my attentions on.
He pressed against it several more times, curling his tongue, and massaging it, twisting and putting as much pressure as his position and the strength of his tongue allowed. He was rewarded for his efforts when he felt a warm gush of fresh liquid coat his tongue seep onto his lips. Rin's hips pressed into his face and stilled, mere moments later her thighs began to shake, and she rocks her hips forward to give him easier access to her moist and delicious tight passage.
"Ooooh! Maaahhh-rooooo!" she moans, and he isn't sure if she's saying his actions are 'perfect' or if she's shortening his name, but either way her husky tone spurs him on, as do her next words of encouragement, "Soooooo Guuuuuuudddddd!" the words come out with a groan, and his Rin is panting harshly.
Gods! How badly he needs to be inside of her! He would give his immortal life, at this point, if only he could thrust himself within that tight wet sheathe that is sucking his tongue deeper inside with every contraction of her inner muscles.
With inhuman speed the taiyoukai reaches down and slices the fundoshi from his loins, pressing his own throbbing arousal into the futon. His own hips grinding with urgent need, he knows he must prepare her further for his immanent invasion.
He retracted his tongue to replace it with a single finger, gently teasing his way inside, and once sheathed, curling it to hit that most sensitive spot within her, refocusing his oral efforts on teasing the pink bud he knows will also drive her toward climax. He delights in the way Rin begins to grind her hips against his hand, pushing his finger deeper within into her welcoming body. He notes that although she is untouched she has no barrier to bar his way. He supposes it was lost to one of the countless physical traumas of her childhood, or perhaps to her training in the various weapons he knows her to be proficient in. He has heard such a thing is common among female samurai. In a way, he is grateful for her lack of maidenhead, as it will make this experience far less uncomfortable for her. He continues to pump and lick her, hearing her gasp and cry out,
"Mooorree… please… more…I need… mooooooooorrrrrrreeee."
His eyes begin to bleed to red and he closes them, growling, not wishing for her to see his reaction to her not-so-innocent pleadings. He adds a second finger, angling it so that with each pump of his hand into her, he presses against her sweet spot. When her juices gush again, he adds a third finger twisting and spreading and wiggling; stretching her slowly.
Sesshomaru's heavy cock is twitching in anticipation of feeling the oh-so-tight velvety slickness that is enveloping his fingers around his aching member. Rin is humping against him roughly now and he feels her fingers twine in his hair and hold his head down, insistently. Rin has wordlessly demanded he continue, and he feels her ankles cross behind his back, resting on his shoulder blades, but also pushing him slightly forward.
"Please… harder… faster and…" she cuts herself off, blushing at the realization of her own demands, and how she is holding him to her with both her hands and her legs, and how wantonly her hips are raised, pressing her sex into his face.
Her demonic lover looks up at her, and she throws her head back, unable to meet his eyes, but, unknowingly pleasing him with the submissive baring of her throat, questioning,
"And?"
Rin continues to blush and look away, embarrassed beyond all belief at her over-enthusiastic reactions. Perhaps she should not be so demanding… he may take instruction as an insult, as if she is saying he does not know what he's doing?
"I'm sorry…" She whispers into the dark, still staring at the ceiling.
Sesshomaru growls, ceasing his ministrations momentarily, earning a whimper from her, and he nips at her inner thigh, a slight warning.
"Do not hold back. I wish to know how best to please you," he demands in his authoritative tone.
"Harder… faster… and, uh… suck…" she admits, still blushing, with almost a question in her tone.
Immediately he redoubles his efforts, closing his lips around her bud, and suckling gently, while thrusting his fingers in and out of her faster, and slightly harder than before, letting loose a light growl, indicative of his fervent wish to please her, but also his own arrousal.
"Kami-sama!" The girl beneath him cries out to gods, ironic considering her choice in lover. Her thighs quake harder than before… and that's when he feels it…
Her muscles start to contract and ripple, squeezing and sucking his fingers as warm musky-sweet smelling juices pour out of her, gushing over his hand and her hips rise and fall in short staccato thrusts. It is only his sensitive nose that can distinguish between this gush and a less… pleasant one, but her natural fluid scents and tastes of only pure feminine musk. Is this… gushing… usual? He must assume it is, for he has no other experience to compare it to, however, while he was aware females become slick when aroused, to ease entrance, he never imagined anything like this…
Gods… she smells… she tastes… ye GODS! So FUCKING good!
His coarse inner dialog, so unusual for him surprises him, but there is simply no other way to accurately convey how he feels about the female below him. He's awed at how much something so natural and common can be so… incredible.
He can nearly feel her wrapped around his member, doing that same squeezing sucking, gushing, and his own hips grind roughly into the futon below him, the cool silk rubbing against his overly sensitive heated shaft and head, his foreskin slipping over his ridge as he moves, stimulating his oft-neglected maleness.
Before the masculine smugness of causing her orgasm can settle in, he realizes with a sort of panic that he can feel pre-cum leaking from his tip and his testicles are already tightening…
Damn it!
In a blur of motion, he is on top of her, his slim hips between her thighs and the tip of his member pressed against her opening. The girl is momentarily startled and bucks up, rubbing herself against him and he's lost. His orgasm is imminent and he isn't even inside of her yet.
Without preamble, he pushes himself inside her quickly, wishing with all his being to feel her sheathed around him, if only for an instant. His Rin winces against his abrupt invasion, but does not make any attempt to stop or slow his invasion of her body. No, instead, she sucks in a breath, and spreads her legs further to accommodate him.
The powerful taiyoukai manages only three rough pumps before he's spent, and he buries his face against her neck, sinking his fangs into her neck to mark her, a part of him wondering if she still wishes to be his after his disappointing display… He remains there, to hide his shame in coming so quickly… He cannot look her in the eye after his… failure… His orgasm had begun before he was sheathed and because of that he hasn't even knotted inside her. He's… failed, so utterly.
He wants to groan in disappointment and frustration, but remains silent, his body still shaking, though if it's the after effects of his climax or a shudder of disgust with himself, he can not say.
After a long moment, he makes to move, to lift himself off of her, relieve her of the burden of his weight… but… she wraps her legs around him, halting his retreat. Rin pulls him down again, holding the back of his head, pressing him back into to her neck, and swiping her fingers through his hair.
"Not yet," she whispers.
He doesn't understand. Surely she must know that he has already released? Mustering the fortitude to admit his failure to her, he says,
"Rin… I have… already…" He feels her grip on him tighten, as though she fears he will pull away, despite her wish for him to remain. Her weak human hold is incapable of stopping him should he choose to refuse her.
"I know. I just… I want to hold you, just feel you inside me… please… just a little longer?"
He cannot deny her puzzling request, not after he has failed her so horribly. The girl could have asked anything of him, in this moment, and if it meant redemption in her eyes he would have granted it. He nods against her neck and settles back down, lying somewhat stiffly, and feeling very awkward.
"I love you, so much…" He hears her whisper, feels her lips move against the tip of his ear.
Her words, which should be comforting, only serve to twist the knife. How can she love him, praise him, reward him after this? He has hurt her. He lost control and his own selfish need overcame him. He pushed himself into her quickly, causing her discomfort, and did not even grant her a moment to adjust to him, before pumping himself in and out of her roughly, in short sharp strokes. He couldn't even last long enough for her to overcome the discomfort and find pleasure in their mating.
He's so angry at himself. He gives a little growl, and replies to her harshly, though it is not directed at her, "I have failed," His tone has it's usual icy edge, a sharpness and clarity of baritone that sends fear straight to the heart of an enemy. It is a tone he has never used with her before, save for their first encounter…
"How is it you can 'love' he who caused you pain where there should have been pleasure, only selfishly taking his own?"
He feels her stiffen beneath him, and she tugs on his hair only hard enough to lift his head so he can look her in the eye.
"What are you talking about?" She seems surprised, though he can't imagine why she would be.
"I will not repeat myself." He will not reiterate his failures, not to her, not to anyone.
Rin sighs, shaking her head, and pushing him down against her once more.
"Oh, Sesshomaru… you're always so hard on yourself, don't you know how incredible that was for me? I mean… gods… your mouth… your tongue… ye gods… I've never felt anything like that!" Unconsciously her hips wriggle, remembering her orgasm. "Besides, who says I'm done with you? We have hours more before daylight and I don't know about you, but I intend to make good use of them. I've been waiting years for the opportunity to be with you, and I don't intend to let you off so easily…"
At her words, he's raised his head, looking at her curiously, one eyebrow raised, he questions her, anger dissipates and amusement sneaks into his tone
"Oh? And what plans might you have for this Sesshomaru?" Her words, as usual have been exactly what he needed to hear, and his previous anger is forgotten, as he is curious what it is she may be thinking. Not only is he curious, he cares what it is she may require of him.
Rin trails a finger tip over the point of his ear, and brings her lips to his shell, mouthing without even whispering, knowing he'll still hear her words,
"I intend to taste my mate…"
He groans at the thought, then pushes himself up on his arms, he looks down at her softly, his hair falling in a silken curtain around them, before he leans forward to capture her lips with his own. Mindful of his fangs he kisses her deeply, gratitude from the depths of his heart expressed in his kiss.
When he breaks apart to let her breathe, she smiles widely, and her mirth and joy sparkles in her mud-colored depths as she wraps her arms around his neck, giving an amused chuckle.
"Now… that's more like it!"
She pushes him off of her, with small hands splayed across his chest, and coaxes him to lay on his back. Rin boldly climbs on top of him, straddling his waist, leaning down and foreword to attack his mouth with her own, her own hair whispering across his body as it falls forward. Her hands run over his biceps, squeeze his shoulders, slide down his pectoral muscles until her nails drag lightly across his small pink nipples, raising goose bumps on his skin. The girl brings a hand up to brush his bangs back, leaning foreword and swiping her lips across the moon on his brow. Her breasts hang right before his eyes but he restrains himself, instead, he reaches for her narrow waist, settling his hands on her hips for a moment, before bringing them down to her full soft bottom, cupping, kneading, and squeezing her posterior.
Rin palms Sesshomaru's cheek and trails her other hand down between their bodies, gripping his rapidly hardening member. His mate strokes him up and down, pulling his foreskin over the head of his cock, brushing the tip with her thumb, and smoothing her small hand all the way down to tease his sack with her fingertips.
It seems she enjoys exploring and experimenting with him, as much as he did her.
"Now…" She says huskily, "where were we?" she chuckles softly, and begins trailing kisses along his jaw, down his neck and over his chest.
Rin slid her body down against his, her sex briefly coming into contact with his, as a groan escapes the very depth of his throat. Never has he been… enjoyed… in such a way, and it is arousing enough to have him fully erect again within mere minutes.
Instead of sheathing him within her, she continues her downward journey. She swirls her tongue in his belly button, nipping slightly with playful abandon, then traces his pleasure trail and lower abdominal ridges with her tongue and lips, before coming to rest right above his arousal, which is again HOT and HARD and THROBBING.
He can feel her warm breath ghost against the tip of his member, and his cock jumps, making her giggle.
He growls slightly, and she looks up, wide eyed… pretending to be surprised. Rin's features shift from wide-eyed and innocent to a devilish smirk, and he feels her warm soft tongue glide over the tip of him, and his head falls back, his eyes snap shut and he knows…
It's going to be a long and pleasurable night.