AN: I don't know how I'm going to be able to read all the amazing content that's already posted for this week AND write at the same time. Gotta use this weekend to its fullest! Anyway, thanks to all those who read and reviewed—I appreciate you indulging in this weird smut fic of mine. 😆

Prompt two: Oral/69

Chronicle Two: Filthy Beast (King)

In which Jaken is assigned as chaperone and experiences disappointment of the highest degree.

Rin dropped the dirty rag in the wash basin with a sigh, leaned back, and cracked every joint in her body. Everything, from her arms to her neck and back to her legs, ached from scrubbing every wooden wall and floorboard. Nevertheless, she looked around the empty, modest hut with a smile.

Finally, she was done cleaning what would be her new home.

Their new home.

She squealed to herself and did a little jig in her seat before she stood up and hauled the wash basin into her arms. She stepped outside and tossed out the dirty water into the small, bare garden on the side of the house.

Holding the basin by the rim in one hand, she wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of the other. Then she looked down at her kimono, which was covered in as much filth as she was.

The hut had only lain abandoned since the fall, when the young couple who lived there moved back to their home village to be near their aging parents, but the intervening winter had been more than enough to turn it into a haven for natural detritus, insects, and some animals seeking respite from the cold.

She had spent the last two days cleaning the hut from top to bottom when she wasn't doing her chores or helping Kaede, and now she could finally indulge in that bath she had wanted since yesterday but put off because she knew she'd just get dirty again.

She ran back to Kaede's, dropped off the wash tub, grabbed a bar of soap and a clean kimono, and left. No sooner had she stepped onto the village path than an irritating, squeaky voice demanded, "And where do you think you're going, missy?"

Rin threw her new, green shadow a flat look. "I'm only going to take a bath, Master Jaken."

"A likely story!"

Rin sighed and just continued walking towards the pond that Kagome, at least, liked to use for her baths (even if none of the other villagers did—but she had gotten her friends to follow the trend). "Follow me if you don't believe me, but you must stay on the cliffs above, and don't you dare peek!"

Master Jaken scoffed. "As if I would do such a crude thing! You are the one with the impure mind, Rin!"

"Oh, don't start that again," Rin grumbled.

After Kaede had caught her and Lord Sesshoumaru in their compromising position three days ago, she had graciously allowed them to don their clothes before outright banishing Sesshoumaru from the village.

"You will not step one foot inside this village until your marriage ceremony," she said to Lord Sesshoumaru. Then she turned to Rin. "And you will not go anywhere without myself or Jaken at your side."

Rin had still been too shell-shocked with embarrassment at the moment to protest, but Lord Sesshoumaru, amazingly, had retained his full composure from the moment Kaede stepped into the hut. "Jaken listens to no one but myself, priestess. He will not do as you ask. And if he does, I will order him not to."

Kaede just narrowed her eye as she sized up the great dog demon. "I think your loyal retainer will be more than willing to assist me in this endeavor, Sesshoumaru. Of course, your word is certainly his command, but should you counteract my orders to him, I guarantee the village will quickly find out exactly why Rin needs a constant chaperone."

Rin didn't think Kaede was capable of delivering on that sort of threat—the old woman didn't have it in her to broadcast other people's private business—but if the furrow of intense consternation in Sesshoumaru's brow said anything, he did not share the same faith in Kaede's good-heartedness. Or he just didn't want to risk his pride being further bruised.

So Sesshoumaru had been banished to Inuyasha's Forest until their marriage, which was to take place exactly a week from their engagement. Meaning they still had four days to go.

Rin knew very well that Kaede could have set everything up within just three days—the duty that would take the most time, after all, would be sending a messenger to Kohaku to notify him about the impending nuptials so he could come celebrate with them, which would take one or two days at most, depending if he was out on a job—but she knew the extension was Kaede's way of punishing Sesshoumaru for his forwardness and Rin for her willingness to flaunt human customs.

Thus, when Kaede had told Jaken about what he was to do and why, Rin hadn't heard the end of it.

Because in his eyes, of course, Lord Sesshoumaru could do no wrong. Therefore, everything was Rin's fault.

Hence, their current topic of discussion again.

"I still can't believe you could so shamelessly seduce milord!" Jaken harped.

"Would you keep it down?" Rin hissed, glad they were already on the edge of the village. But with how loud Master Jaken always was, it was a wonder the entire village didn't know all the sordid details at this point. "And I told you, I didn't seduce him. Lord Sesshoumaru asked to mate me."

"Well…you must have done something to provoke him to ask such a thing!" Jaken responded. "It's always a woman's fault, after all—using her feminine wiles to lower a man's defenses. And as we know, milord has the greatest defenses in the land. Why, he's never even so much as looked at a woman with interest."

Feminine wiles? Was he kidding? Rin looked down at her barefoot self, the dirt crawling up her feet and ankles. Dust coated her kimono, and her long hair curled out even worse in the humidity from the recent rains than it normally did.

There was nothing feminine nor wily about Rin. She couldn't imagine trying to attract or seduce a man looking like this.

And yet…Lord Sesshoumaru still chose me. He did look at me in interest. He wanted me.

She could still feel his steely desire in her hands, that silken shaft rubbing against her most intimate of places—

She clamped down on those thoughts, squashing them into the recesses of her mind. They had absolutely tortured her these last few days. She had always dismissed the few village girls who whispered about how much they missed sex when their husbands left to go to market for days and sell their goods. The girls talked about sex like it was something they hadn't already lived without for most of their lives to that point; all of the sudden though, it was a need and not a want.

But now…she was starting to understand. And she hadn't even had proper sex yet!

Four more days, Rin, and then you can have all the sex you want.

If Lord Sesshoumaru wished it, of course. But given his intense stares and shudders that night, she had a feeling he did.

"Are men such simple creatures that all it takes is a little 'come hither' for them to lose all reason?" Rin shot back at Jaken.

"Exactly."

Rin waited for the insult to sink in.

"Wait! I-I mean, of course men are not so simple—it's just that women are so tricky!"

"So men can't see past those tricks?"

"That's not it. It's just—"

Suddenly, one of the village dogs barked, causing Rin to shriek in surprise, and the dog raced across her path, straight for the village compost heap—or at least, what lay in that heap. Another dog—a female one, Rin noticed—was rolling around in the compost, but it stood up as the other dog approached. The newcomer sniffed around her hindquarters, and after a couple seconds, the dog lifted her tail.

Then the newcomer mounted her and started humping.

"Ugh, filthy beasts," Master Jaken commented as they walked past. "As if the bitch wasn't just covering herself in trash, like it's some sort of perfume. One-track minds, those mongrels. It amazes me how milord can share the same shape as such creatures and yet remain so dignified. Milord would never descend to their level."

Rin arched her eyebrows. "If you think Lord Sesshoumaru would never couple with someone, then why are you chaperoning me?"

"Silly girl, I did not mean that. I meant he would never lose himself to such base pleasures. He would never be led by the nose, so to speak, by the promise of a mere rut."

Rin smiled to herself but looked away so Jaken wouldn't see. "I wouldn't be so sure of that, Jaken. I'll tell you again, Lord Sesshoumaru asked to mate me."

"Of course he did. And he will—in a perfunctory way. To seal the bond, as it were. Do not delude yourself into thinking that milord actually desires you, Rin. He is merely placating you. He is well aware of your longstanding affections and has, in his most gracious heart, condescended to let you live out the rest of your short, mortal days as his wife. But don't be surprised if, after the initial mating, you are his wife in name only. Ah, we're here," Master Jaken said, scampering ahead to the incline that rose above the pond.

Rin gritted her teeth. If they hadn't already arrived, Rin would have stepped on him and mashed his noisy beak into the dirt.

When Master Jaken reached the top of the short cliff overlooking the pond, he turned around and shook his staff at her. "I will be right up here, missy, so if I hear any funny business—"

"You won't Master Jaken. Look around—it's just the two of us here," Rin replied with a roll of her eyes. Once the imp disappeared from sight, she stripped off her kimono and walked into the pond. Her whole body shuddered as the cold water bit at her toes, but the bright sunshine kissed her naked skin and helped her acclimate as she crept deeper and deeper into the water before she finally dove under.

When she resurfaced, she swam over and grabbed her bar of soap, lathering it in her hands. She washed her hair first and rinsed it thoroughly. Then she lathered again and ran the soap over her body.

Her nipples were already stiff from the cold, but they tingled when she ran her fingers over them, as if recalling how Lord Sesshoumaru had suckled them just a few nights ago. She ran her slick hands over her belly, which already felt like a taut string pulled at her navel from within.

Her fingers hovered just above the surface of the water—just above her sex.

Before that night, she had never realized there was a bundle of nerves down there that could bring such pleasure. Something had been building within her that night—something that would eventually release, if the village girls' whispers were to be believed—and her body had throbbed the entire night after Kaede banished Sesshoumaru. Sleep had eluded her body, so tense and unsatisfied, she had felt like a kite string ready to snap in a sharp breeze.

She rubbed her fingers together, feeling the slick soap on them, remembering how her body had coated Lord Sesshoumaru's manhood in a similar lubricant.

She had never touched herself before…but as the tightness grew in her belly, she couldn't resist.

She looked overhead to make sure that Jaken was nowhere in sight. Then she looked around the pool to guarantee that she was alone. She saw no one, and there were no other sounds but the ripple of water against the shore, the birds chirping the joy of spring, and the buzzing of fat bees as they dipped into the newly opened hyacinths growing by the pond's edge.

Rin took the bar of soap and went to one of the boulders sitting against the cliffside. She didn't want to do this in the water, where the soap would wash off before she could use it. The sun had heated the rock throughout the day, leaving it toasty beneath her naked legs as she hoisted herself onto it, dangling her feet in the water.

She spread her legs open, shivering as a slight breeze kissed skin that rarely saw the light of day. She rubbed the soap on her fingers again and trailed them down her stomach, the ticklish line torturing her until she met her thatch of curls. Hesitantly, she rubbed her fingers through them. She hadn't realized the hair there was so soft. For some reason, she had thought it would be coarse. But the hair wasn't her target.

She slipped her fingers through that tangle of roses until she felt the seam of her sex beneath her finger. Lightly she traced over the edge, learning the anatomy of her folds, drawing her finger down one lip and up the other. Then she moved her finger to the center and ran it down.

Almost immediately, she encountered the bud, and she gasped as just a brush of her fingertip over it sent a shock of sensation coiling through her belly. She shifted, and as she did, the lips of her sex slid so easily, she knew she was already making herself wet.

What would it feel like to have something inside her?

She knew she only had to wait four days to find out, but…she was too curious.

She slipped a finger inside to the middle joint and was surprised by how slick she was. She rolled her finger around inside herself, and while it felt different, she couldn't say it felt good or bad. Just…there.

So she went deeper, thrusting her whole finger in.

There, she was finally feeling something. Again, not the sensation she had felt from touching her bud, but this was nice too. She pumped her finger in and out, trying to approximate how Lord Sesshoumaru would do it when they finally had the chance.

This wasn't so bad. She had heard the first time would hurt, but—

Wait. This was only a finger. Lord Sesshoumaru's cock had been…how large again?

She pulled out and looked at her fingers, trying to determine how big they were compared to Sesshoumaru's member. Were two enough? It seemed slightly small, but a full third finger seemed too big. She would try two.

She thought they would slide in easily, and they did, but this time, her legs jerked in slight discomfort. Just two fingers were stretching her walls—not yet to the point of pain but tight enough that anything bigger would most likely hurt.

What would that mean for her first night with Lord Sesshoumaru? She didn't want to show him pain in what should be a night of pleasure for them both.

With a renewed sense of purpose, she pumped her fingers into herself, trying to acclimatize her body to the size, hoping it approximated Lord Sesshoumaru's. And because she couldn't resist, she swiped her thumb through the edges of her sex, coating it in a layer of her juices, and ran it back over her clit as she closed her eyes and pumped.

An involuntary moan escaped her, and she clapped her free hand over her mouth to suppress herself, not wanting Master Jaken to hear. If he caught her, she really would be proving his point about how dirty she was.

She leaned back against the cliff, hiking her legs up to change the angle, allowing her fingers better access—

"Rin."

She snapped her legs shut and gasped, her eyes flying open, and it was a good thing her hand was already on her mouth, or her scream would have sent the birds flying and Master Jaken running.

Lord Sesshoumaru's molten gaze was locked onto her mere footsteps away.

"M-My lord," she whispered, glancing around, even as a flush crept over her cheeks from being so exposed before him. "What are you doing here?"

"Were you not trying to entice me with that scent, Rin?" His look at her closed legs told her exactly what he was talking about.

She pressed her legs together harder. The scent of her arousal…attracted him? Her nose flared in panic. Nothing that came from the apex of her legs ever smelled good. Different as this fluid was from the rest that normally came out, she couldn't imagine it smelled any better.

But Lord Sesshoumaru was a dog demon, after all, so perhaps for him it was something to be enjoyed. Like how those village dogs appeared to enjoy rolling in trash.

Regardless, he couldn't stay. "Master Jaken is right there," she hissed, pointing above her head.

"I have broken no commands. We are outside the village, are we not?"

Rin nodded dumbly.

His eyes narrowed in concentration, as if he were trying to part her legs again with his gaze alone. "Tell me, Rin. What are you thinking of as you pleasure yourself like that?"

Rin swallowed thickly and held up her sticky hand, showing him the two guilty fingers. "I was…pretending it was you, my lord. Or at least, I hoped I had the size right. I…don't want to be too small for you."

In an instant, he was before her and grasped her wrist. He brought her two fingers to his nose and sniffed. A smirk crossed his lips. "It pleases me that the mere thought of my being brings you this much joy. I shall have to reward you for this."

Then he bent his head and slipped her dirty fingers into his mouth. Rin sucked in a breath as his tongue swept over her digits, parting them and licking every drop of her moisture, like he was licking a spoon of sweet bean paste.

He teased her fingers out of his mouth slowly, as if relishing every last drop. Rin shivered as his wolfish gaze met hers.

"I did not realize you would be so delicious, Rin. For the first time in ages…I find myself starving." He clambered onto the rock then, and Rin scooted back, her body automatically fleeing from a predator's.

"Spread yourself for me, Rin."

"W-What are you going to do?" she asked, but her legs opened like a butterfly's wings anyway.

His only answer was another smirk before he bent his head and traced his nose right through the seam of her sex.

"N-no! Oh, Lord Sesshoumaru—"

"Quiet, Rin," he murmured against her nether lips, and his warm breath sent tingles skittering across her skin. "No matter what I do, do not make a single sound, lest you draw the attention of your chaperone." He looked up at her from between her legs, moisture glistening on his nose and his pupils mere slits swathed in gold.

Rin nodded and placed both hands over her mouth. Then, Sesshoumaru bent back down and flicked her clit with his tongue.

Rin bit down on a moan as he laved his tongue back and forth over it. Finally, he took it between his teeth, just enough to graze, and sucked it hard. Rin bucked off the cliff wall and into his mouth. He pressed a soft kiss to her clit before running his tongue down the seam and spearing it into her entrance.

Rin thought she would die of sensational overload as she felt that soft and pliant tongue thrusting into her, a ghost of what she knew his hardened cock would soon do. She wondered then how his tongue would feel if she weren't reclined at such an awkward angle. Would it be easier if they were lying flat on the ground? Or, gods forbid, what if she held herself over his face while he lay beneath her, driving into from below?

If this was how she felt being licked and sucked…would he feel the same if she did it to him? It would be a completely different experience, of course. She would have to take him into her mouth like her body would take him into herself.

But then she imagined lying backwards over him, sucking on his cock as he lapped at her sex, and the thought sent a thunderbolt across her core.

They would have to try that. Soon.

But not right now, because she was so close.

His lips brushed over her curls as he worked, but he wasn't far enough in, so Rin reached out with one hand, keeping the other firmly planted on her mouth, and grabbed his head, pushing it deeper into her.

His golden gaze flashed up to hers, and she tried to plead with him with just her eyes.

I'm getting so close. I can feel it. Please.

That pressure was building in her womb again, a firework climbing into the sky, just waiting to burst. She raked her fingers against his silken hair, digging into his skull, urging him to push her over the edge.

"Rin? Rin, where are you? It got so quiet down here, I figured you must have finished. I swear, if you've run off while I wasn't looking—"

Master Jaken's tirade cut off with a strangled gasp. Rin's eyes flew open, and she stared over Lord Sesshoumaru's head, meeting Master Jaken's own bugged-out orbs.

"L-L-Lord S-Sesshoumaru?!" Master Jaken squealed.

Lord Sesshoumaru growled, glaring over his shoulder at Jaken, and she could only imagine what a sight it must have been with his nose and mouth glistening as he bared his fangs at the imp.

Whether it was due to the absolute death promised in that glare or the sight of her arousal on his lord's lips, Jaken's eyes promptly rolled back up in his head, and he fainted.

"Lord Sesshoumaru, please," Rin begged, not bothering to be quiet anymore. "Hurry. He won't be out for more than a minute. His body's too accustomed to fainting to stay down long—"

But already Jaken groaned, on the verge of awakening, and Lord Sesshoumaru turned around to face Rin, his eyes and jaw tight. He leaned over and pressed his mouth, coated with her, against her lips in a quick but firm kiss. As he pulled back, his eyes reflected the pain and frustration she felt tearing at her from her womb.

"I'm sorry Rin. We will resume this another time. I will see you undone."

His body tensed to leap off the rock when Rin reached out and grabbed his wrist.

"Lord Sesshoumaru." She looked down at the now prominent bulge in his hakama and again wondered if two fingers had been enough. She licked her lips in nervousness, forgetting that her own arousal covered them, and the salty viscosity of it surprised her. She met his eyes. "Next time…I want to suck you too."

The tendons in his wrist under her fingers tightened. "I should throw this entire boulder at Jaken for interrupting us."

"I want to as well, but don't kill him, Lord Sesshoumaru. You'll regret it."

Lord Sesshoumaru huffed, like he wasn't so certain of that, but then he pulled away from Rin and leapt away in a flash.

Rin looked up to see Jaken coming to, holding his head and looking around blearily. Rin gasped and scrambled to the edge of the boulder that hung over the water. But she was so loose-limbed, her arms buckled, and she tumbled into the pool with a great splash.

She kicked up to the surface for air and pushed her bangs out of her eyes, taking deep breaths as she did. The water doused most of the burn in her core, but there was still a tightness that she knew now would linger for hours.

As she wiped away the last of the water from her face, she kept her fingers over her eyes. Finally, she peeked through them, waiting for the impassioned lecture to begin.

Instead, she found Jaken staring at the boulder where she and Lord Sesshoumaru had just been, his eyes wide and unseeing.

And then he burst into tears.

"M-My lord, h-how could you? I-I thought you were d-different! Waaah!"

Master Jaken continued sobbing as he flailed like a child on the ground, and he was so distracted with his grief, Rin took the opportunity to slip out of the pool, dart behind a bush, dry off, and don her clothes. When she came back out from behind a bush, she found her chaperone sniffling, snot and tears making a mess of his already homely face.

"Master Jaken, don't cry," she said in a gentle, comforting voice.

"H-How can I not cry, silly girl? Milord, the great beast king of the West, is…is no better than a common dog, sniffing a female in heat!" The imp broke down once more.

"Don't let him hear you say that," Rin replied.

"I don't care! I don't care! I'm so disappointed, milord. Do you hear? So disappointed!" Jaken shouted.

The walnut-sized stone came flying out of nowhere, but it hit Jaken's forehead with targeted precision.

AN: And so, Sesshoumaru has finally fallen from the great pedestal Jaken placed him upon. 😆 Also, do you guys see where this story is going yet? 😝 This update was about twice as long as I intended (word-wise), but it was also fun to write, so I guess that's all that matters. I've got more humorous smut in store for you, so be sure to come back tomorrow!