Rin often helped herself to his hard lap, and at various angles. Sometimes on the muscles above either knee, or both. Other times crushing her behind directly onto his groin.

This time it was the latter and more.

She straddled him.

As some wild animal bellowed in the distance, Rin settled down with her crotch to his, resettled and wriggled some more, until arranging the long flowing sleeves of his kimono around his neck.

Sesshomaru relished in her weight, in her constant shifting and parting on and from his aching erection. "I'd like to taste," he said, "the inside of your mouth."

His voice could sound so soft yet so firm all at once.

It made Rin feel drowsy; that swooning pleasure clinching inside of her.