June 24, 2011

Adult readers only.

Note: I get such pleasure at continuing "My Lord Father" in this group of five flashback drabbles, as Sesshoumaru learns from his Papa about his pelt. (In this world and CLAIMING KIN from which it comes, the pelts at Sesshoumaru and his father's shoulders are living, sensitive appendages with erotic power and minds of their own.) These little "lessons" were inspired by a recent RP session between Talonsage and me and posted as a flashback chapter called "Disobedient Fur" in CLAIMING KIN. The link for that story on AFFdotNet can be found in my profile.

Warnings: Inucest, shota. Don't read if you don't groove on such escapist fantasies.

Soft Lessons

Soft Lesson 1

I lie, naked and exposed in my bed, in the splendor of chambers befitting the one true son and heir of the Great Dog Lord. But I am alone. The pelt that is both adornment and appendage slithers softly around my waist, wraps my wrist. My mind races back to early days, when my Lord Father was protector and teacher, omnipotent and merciful. I see his smile, the sparkle in his eye as he taught his pup about our fur, vestige of our dogform, of shared inuyoukai inheritance. How bitterly I long for that era of simple obedience and belonging.

Soft Lesson 2

"Gently, my son." His claws carefully stroked my fur, making me shudder and whine. I was crying, as I never cry now. My pelt and I were at war, it seemed, as I learned it was neither separate from me nor entirely in my control. It tickled me when I tried to sleep; it wriggled between my legs in the bath and would not be washed properly. And if I dared puppyish retribution, squeezing or swatting at it, I felt a terrible, hollow ache low in my belly. Only Papa's fingers could still the traitor at my shoulders back then.

Soft Lesson 3

I watched, eyes wide and lips parted in awe, as Papa's fur danced and rippled down his back and toward me. "Let it come to me, my Sesshoumaru." His voice was as soft as I ever remember hearing. He knew well that our unique heritage required mature understanding. Just as my Lady Mother helped me to know the poison we shared, my Lord Father taught me the secrets of our pelts. I sighed a slow, deep breath, and released my futile attempt at control. The ache inside left me instantly as I watched and pleasured in the dance of fur.

Soft Lesson 4

"But it never asks, Papa," I whined, arms folded and glaring at the little white mass as if it was an intruder and enemy. "It's my prick, isn't it?" I'm sure my Lord Father was fighting back laughter as I complained of the competition between my fur and me. Precociousness and Papa's alpha possessiveness gave me an appreciation of my cock from the earliest of ages. I surrender to his control willingly then; need I serve my own fur's caprices as well? "My precious child," he crooned, "do you not feel how exquisite it is when pelt and cock embrace?"

Soft Lesson 5

Papa held me close as I let my fur explore his, making me shiver and moan at their unequaled meeting. Always before his larger mass dominated mine, but this day he chose to give me a taste of my own power. "Oh Papa," I whispered, so certain then that nothing could ever lessen my adoration and respect as I felt the waves of pleasure as my pelt stroked and wound around his. How still and confident he was, how easy in his power. If only we could return to the sweet, perfect days of those furred lessons, my Lord Father.