AN: I call it a win when you, my readers, are so in-tune with the characters' feelings that you're just as frustrated as they are. 😈 Will I ever let you off the hook?
Prompt three: Heat/Scent
Chronicle Three: Who Wears the Pants in This Relationship?
In which Kagome lends Rin some clothes, and Rin experiences a true sense of unrestraint.
Rin sat with Kagome and Sango in the demon slayer's hut, eating a midday meal of pottage. Kin'u and Gyokuto, Sango's six-year-old twin girls, were running circles around the hut, having set out various obstacles to make a training ground of it. Jaken, tired of the noise, had gone to stand vigil outside.
"Girls, stop running around. You're bothering our guests," Sango admonished as her daughters ran past once again. Her three-year-old son, Hisui, snoozed in her lap.
"It's fine, Sango," Kagome said with a smile. "Kids will be kids." Then she turned to Rin. "So, tomorrow's the big day, huh?"
Rin smiled shyly as she stared into her bowl of pottage and nodded. "I'm so excited. I can't wait!"
"You should be! A wedding is one of the most important days in a girl's life!" Kagome answered. Then she and Sango shared a look. Sango nodded, and Kagome set down her empty bowl and sat up straighter, clearing her throat. She started twiddling her thumbs. "That being said, Rin, do you have any … questions for us?"
Rin blinked owlishly at them. "About what?"
Sango glanced at her distracted daughters before saying, "Well, you know. About being a married woman. And…what that entails."
"Especially at night," Kagome added.
Rin flushed, dropping her gaze back into her half-eaten bowl again. "Um, no, I think I'll be fine. I understand the basics."
She understood more than just the basics by now, but Kagome and Sango didn't need to know that. Not yet, at least.
"We just…don't want you to have any disillusions, Rin. I'm worried you might be expecting more of Sesshoumaru than he has a capacity to give. Pleasure-wise, I mean," Sango said.
Rin's cheeks burned hotter. "I don't think I have any disillusions in that regard, Sango." She understood why her friend was worried. To anyone else, Lord Sesshoumaru probably appeared to be the sort of man who would perform his marital duty in the most perfunctory way possible: take his own pleasure, and leave her completely unsatiated.
And while it was true that he hadn't been able to bring her to full pleasure quite yet, it surely had not been for lack of trying.
"You're one of the few people I know who can order him around, so don't be afraid to tell him what you want, Rin—or if you don't like something," Kagome inserted.
"I'll keep that in mind."
Just then, Gyokuto bumped Kin'u as they rounded a turn. Kin'u tripped, falling straight into Rin's lap and knocking the bowl of pottage out of Rin's hands. The bowl flipped in the air, spilling its soupy mixture spilled all over Kin'u's head and Rin's front before it felt to the ground with a thunk.
"Kin'u!" Sango cried out in a mixture of worry and frustration. "Girls, what did I tell you? Rin, I'm so sorry about this. Kin'u, apologize now!"
Kin'u sat up, feeling the sticky mess of pottage on her head, and began to cry.
"Oh dear," Sango sighed, lifting Hisui off her and setting him on a bedroll before getting a rag and going over to Kin'u. "There, there, Kin'u. Don't cry. We'll get you cleaned up." She looked at Rin, who was trying to scrape clumps of meaty rice and vegetables off her kimono and back into her bowl. "Again, I'm so sorry about this, Rin."
"It's fine," Rin answered automatically, although it kind of wasn't. This was her only clean kimono; she had just washed the rest of them earlier—including her best kimono, which she had taken out of storage to clean and prepare for her wedding tomorrow—and they were still hanging out to dry.
"Sango, I'll help you clean Kin'u while Rin goes and gets changed."
"I'll help. I don't have anything to change into anyway," Rin answered.
"Oh dear," Sango replied. "I might have something for you in the meantime…."
"Your clothes would be way too big on her, Sango," Kagome countered. "Rin, I'll let you borrow something of mine. We're a little closer in height. Will you be alright alone, Sango?"
"Of course. Do you know how many dirty children I've cleaned up?" the demon slayer laughed.
"Come on then, Rin." Kagome stood up and helped Rin to her feet. They exited the hut and headed towards Kagome and Inuyasha's home.
"Where are you off to now?" Jaken demanded from his seat beneath a nearby tree, readying himself to stand.
"Sit down. We're just going to my house to get Rin some new clothes. Kin'u got food all over hers," Kagome threw back with an irritated look. More quietly to Rin, she added, "Geez, what's with him? He's been so snippy lately and stays right on your heels. Normally, he only does that to Sesshoumaru."
Rin sighed. "Kaede doesn't want Sesshoumaru and me to see each other until the wedding. Jaken is supposed to make sure of that."
Kagome frowned. "I've heard in Western cultures that the groom seeing the bride the night before the wedding is considered bad luck, but a whole week seems a little extreme. I didn't think Feudal Japan had any sort of customs like that."
Rin dared not say anything. Let Kagome believe it was all about superstition and not about the fact that Kaede had caught them about to mate before they could have a human ceremony.
A soft, understanding smile crossed Kagome's lips. "You must miss him."
"I do." She hadn't seen him in three days—not since Jaken had interrupted them during her "bath."
"Hmm." They reached Kagome's hut and went inside.
Rin looked around. "Where's Inuyasha?"
"Out on patrol or whatever it is he does," Kagome answered with the flippant wave of a longtime wife who has grown all-too accustomed to her husband's habits. She dug around in her chest and pulled out a spare set of priestess' clothing. "Here you go. Try these on."
Rin took off her dirty clothes and slipped the kosode on first. It felt strange for the bottom of the garment to only reach her thighs and not her ankles. Then she pulled on the hakama and tucked the kosode into it before tying off the pants around her stomach. She looked down and swished the billowing fabric around her legs. It felt strange to feel fabric against the inner sides of her legs instead of her own skin. She took a few steps around the room, amazed at how much longer her strides were without the tight restriction of the kimono.
"Wow, this feels…different," Rin commented. "But in a good way."
Kagome laughed. "I forgot you wouldn't have worn anything like pants before. I was so used to it before I came here that it was actually a relief I could wear this outfit all the time instead of having to constantly wear a kimono."
Rin's smile widened. "What does it feel like to run through the fields and bound like a deer, stretching your legs to their fullest?" She had always remained a wild child at heart, but age and human concepts of social propriety had kept her from acting on her whims these last few years.
"Why don't you go find out?" Then she lowered her voice to a whisper. "And while you're at it…why don't you go find Sesshoumaru and say hi? I'm sure he's missing you too." There was no innuendo in her words. Kagome obviously genuinely believed Rin to still be a total innocent. For some reason, Rin didn't want to let Kagome down in that regard.
Rin peeked out the window and found Master Jaken still sitting under the tree by Sango's house, but his gaze was locked on Kagome's. "But Master Jaken…."
Kagome put a finger to her chin in thought. A moment later, she snapped. "Can you outrun him?"
"In this outfit? Almost certainly," Rin answered.
"Perfect. Then we'll fool him. People are always saying how similar we look. And now that we're wearing the same clothes, you can hardly tell the difference! Do you know where Sesshoumaru's staying?"
"He should be in the forest."
"Great. Our backs will be to Jaken then, so it'll be even harder to tell us apart. We're going to run right out of this house and to the forest. We'll lose him there, or if I see him going after you, I'll try to make him follow me instead, and I'll lead him back to the village. You stay in the forest, and I'm sure Sesshoumaru will sniff you out. How's it sound?"
It wasn't a perfect plan, but Rin didn't think she had anything to lose at this point. Besides, she was desperate to see Sesshoumaru again, even though it had only been three days. She used to go weeks between visits. How had her yearning intensified so much in just a few days?
Well, the promise of sex might have had something to do with it.
Rin grinned at Kagome. "Let's go!"
The two girls tore out of Kagome's home, sprinting past shocked villagers towards the forest. Rin snorted a laugh when she heard Jaken's characteristic screech of anger.
"Rin! Rin, get back here!" he called out, his voice already getting lost in the distance. With surprise on their side, they had gotten a considerable head start on him.
Rin reveled in the stretch of her muscles as her legs pounded the dirt path that quickly faded into grass at the edge of the village. She and Kagome took turns looking back to see how close Jaken had gotten, but he was still just a greenish-brown speck in the center of a dust cloud rolling through the village.
They broke through the trees. "You…go straight," Kagome huffed. "I'll…take a right."
"Thanks!" Rin answered as Kagome turned away. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she wasn't sure when the last time was that she had been able to run so freely. She almost forgot about the fact that Jaken was chasing them as she leapt over saplings and branches with ease, pushing herself off large rocks just for the fun of it.
Maybe I should become a priestess just to be able to wear this outfit all the time, she thought.
Alas, despite her love of the outdoors, she had always been just a sprinter, so her lungs were already heaving. She looked back to see if there was any sign of Jaken, but she didn't see him or hear any crashing through the bushes. She stopped at an ancient cherry tree in a small clearing, its soft pink blossoms trailing in the wind. She took a couple seconds to listen for Jaken's tell-tale wheezing and the crunch of his footsteps through forest debris, but the only sounds were the rustle of leaves in the wind and birds flapping through the trees.
She placed a hand on the cherry tree and bent in half, sucking down huge breaths of air to ease the ache in her lungs.
"Rin?"
Rin sighed in relief as the deep voice of her lord washed over her, but he sounded unsure rather than surprised. Like he wasn't certain it was her.
She looked over her shoulder at him standing at the edge of the clearing. "Yes…my lord," she panted.
The slight crease in his brow confirmed his puzzlement. "Why are you wearing those clothes?"
"Mine got…dirty," she breathed, opting for short sentences.
He paused, just watching her and her him. Finally, he said, "Why is it that whenever I find you lately, you always show me such pleasing sights?"
"W-What do you mean?" she gasped.
He stalked towards her, and her legs trembled—but whether from running or the intense look he leveled on her, she couldn't tell. He stopped directly behind her.
"I do not like scenting so much of the young priestess on you, but these clothes are most…becoming," he said, reaching out a single hand and running it up the inside of her left thigh. She sucked in a short breath, her heart stuttering. His hand continued upward, tracing the seam of the hakama over her core. He pressed his fingers in a little deeper as he trailed them up the back of her sex and through her cheeks, leaving a ticklish sensation in his wake.
"L-Lord Sesshoumaru," she breathed. He continued tracing his fingers up her spine, and when he reached the base of her neck, he reached out and spread both of his hands over her shoulder blades like wings. He ran them back down, his fingers and talons dragging across her rib cage and skimming the edges of her breasts before they slid over her hips, his thumbs digging back into the seam of her cheeks and then slipping back between her thighs.
"What's this? Are you already getting wet for me, Rin?" Lord Sesshoumaru asked, and Rin was mortified to learn as he pressed his hand against her sex that the fabric of the hakama there was damp. She hadn't even realized, because everything was hot and damp down there.
Lord Sesshoumaru sniffed the air just then and knelt down, practically shoving his nose against Rin's nether lips. She mewled and put her other hand on the cherry tree for support, fearing her legs would give out any second.
A low growl tore out of Lord Sesshoumaru. "Rin…you're in heat."
She blinked. "W-What? I don't understand." She knew animals went into heat at a certain time of year. Heck, she had just witnessed those dogs going at it a few days ago. But humans didn't work that way. Women didn't give off pheromones to attract a male when they wanted to breed.
Did they?
"Every month, human women give off a particular scent—not your bleeding scent, but a pleasing one. I've observed this is also when women appear to be most…desirous of male company. It does not take a genius to understand that this must be when you're most…fertile."
Rin's face went scarlet. "F-Fertile?" The word barely made it past her windpipe.
Sesshoumaru considered her sex a moment longer, like it was a mystery of the universe he was trying to solve. "Do you want children, Rin?"
Her heart leapt into her mouth. Children with Lord Sesshoumaru? She could see them now—a litter of girls and boys with silver hair and golden eyes, maybe a few puppy ears and tails here and there. They were easy to bring to mind, because she had dreamed about them for years.
"More than anything, my lord," she whispered reverently.
He stood up and grasped her hips. "Shall I breed you right now, Rin? From behind, like this?"
Then he pulled her hips back and ground them into the growing bulge of his manhood. Rin cried out as they made contact, the friction of his semi-hard member and their clothing scraping at her delicate flesh.
Mind wiped blank from pleasure, there was no hesitation in her answer. "Yes." She moaned as he rubbed against her again, his cock growing harder with each pass.
There was a devilish smirk in his voice as he asked, "Do you like this, Rin?"
She did, but…. "I'd like it better…if you were free and rubbing yourself through my legs. You're neglecting my front, my lord."
She glanced over her shoulder just then to see how he would react. Kagome had told her not to be afraid to tell him what she wanted. Rin felt she had been fairly forward the last two times they had been intimate, and he had been most receptive, but she wanted to make sure he was open to her being more…dominant.
His eyes widened in satisfied surprise. "Oh? Is that what you want? I see." He stepped back and removed his armor before loosening the tie to his hakama. "I have not forgotten, Rin, where we left off the other day. You shall have your pleasure first. …And then I will breed you in such a way that you will no doubt birth our pups before the year is out."
His words squeezed her heart with sudden desire. "Yes. Please."
"On your knees, Rin, or your legs will give out too soon."
She dropped to the forest floor with a sigh of relief. She was just reaching for the tie of her hakama when Lord Sesshoumaru knelt behind her and grabbed her hips again. She twisted her head, noticing that while he still wore his kimono, he had already dropped his hakama down into a puddle at his knees. The front of his kimono covered his jutting member like a curtain, just shy of the opening.
"Turn around Rin, and hang your head."
Hang my head? Why? But she did as he asked, staring at her legs and the grass beneath her.
Then Lord Sesshoumaru thrust between her thighs, and the glorious, bulbous head of his naked shaft slid along her sex, peeking out at her before pulling back out of sight like a snake. It happened so fast and she had been so distracted by the feeling, she had almost missed it. He thrust again, and the reddened head appeared once more in her vision.
No wonder he had told her to hang her head. The sight of his member bursting forth between her thighs coupled with the sensation of it sliding the damp, silk fabric of the hakama against her skin created a ball of lightning in her womb, sending out electrical strikes across her core at random.
He continued to thrust against her, drawing out moans, and all the while, the fabric grew wetter and wetter against her sex. Finally, she timed it so that at one point, when he thrust through, she grasped him, stopping him and pressing his shaft against her core.
"Lord Sesshoumaru, wait. I want to feel you slide directly against my skin." She fumbled with the tie of her hakama with such a shaky hand that it took a few extra seconds to undo it. When she did, Lord Sesshoumaru wasted no time in drawing the hakama down over her backside. He lifted the kosode, bunching it over the small of her back and revealing her bare cheeks to him.
He bent down then and sniffed her sex once more, growling and giving it a lick that made her yelp. "This is better. There is more of your scent, now that the priestess' clothes are out of the way. Are you ready, Rin?"
"Yes."
He took up his position again, lining up his member just under her sex. Rin kept her thighs just barely apart, providing a wide enough frame for him to slip through but tight enough that he would hopefully feel the same pleasure she did.
Then he thrust, his manhood gliding through the folds of her soaked sex. He did it a few more times, coating the top of his cock in her wetness. Rin shivered as he slid against her, wondering if—hoping?—he would accidentally slide straight into her opening, but he didn't. She should have known her lord would always remain in tight control.
Still, though, she wanted more. As he thrust, she brought her hand between her thighs and pressed her fingertips gently against the underside of him, pressing his length more firmly into her seam and angling the head so that when he fully pushed through, it nipped her bud. She watched as a bead of pearly seed formed on his head, and she moved her hips in time with Lord Sesshoumaru, making sure to smear that little bit of seed all over her clit.
The extra lubrication on her nub seemed to only stimulate it more, and with every thrust, her womb drew tighter and tighter. Every swipe was another thunderbolt arcing through her.
Almost there, almost there, please gods, don't let anyone interrupt this time, Rin pleaded.
As if he could sense her thoughts, Lord Sesshoumaru said, "Don't hold back, my love. Let yourself go."
My love. Like a magic spell, his words released her, and a tidal wave of sensation flooded through her, causing her back to bow and her legs to jerk uncontrollably. A hoarse scream tore out of her with such sudden force, she started coughing from a scraped throat. Her body shuddered as she collapsed on the ground, the hard earth never having felt so good as a pillow before.
Tears sprang to her eyes. Finally. A week of tension in her core, and she now knew the pleasure of release. She tilted her head towards Lord Sesshoumaru, who sat stiffly on his knees, his cock still jutting out proud and wet. "Thank you…my lord."
He reached out and brushed her sweaty bangs from her forehead before cupping her cheek. "You deserved that and more." He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her shoulder.
She glanced back over at his cock. "And you deserve your release too, my lord."
His gaze sharpened. "Are you ready for that, Rin?"
Truly, she didn't know if she'd be able to handle it. Her body felt so weak, he could probably stretch her limbs like natto. She didn't know if she could support herself on her hands like that again.
But she also couldn't deny how much the thought of being bred by him turned her on.
She rolled over and looked at the tree, which gave her an idea. She reached out and ran a hand down the smooth bark. Yes, this would do.
She hauled herself to her feet, her kosode dropping to cover her and her hakama falling to her ankles. She leaned against the tree, wrapping her arms around it. It was wide enough that she was able to hug it completely and lock her hands over her wrists. She pushed her hips out, presenting her backside to him, and glanced over her shoulder.
"I'm ready, Lord Sesshoumaru."
She swore his eyes flashed red when he stood, but she might have imagined it, because all she saw were deep pools of gold, with pupils so thin, they were nearly invisible. He stepped over and leaned against her back, nipping at her neck. He reached his right hand around the tree and placed it against hers, tangling his fingers with her left hand. Then he shifted, his erection pressing into the crack of her backside.
"At last, we will be one," he murmured, nipping her again.
Suddenly, he stiffened and raised his head, looking to the right. Rin tried to peek over his arm but could see nothing. "Is something wrong?"
He reached down and hiked up both their hakama.
Rin latched onto her pants in confusion. "What—?"
"THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY WIFE, YOU HORNY BASTARD?!"
Inuyasha came flying out of the trees, arm drawn back, and as he landed, he punched Sesshoumaru with enough force to send the dog demon skidding back several paces. When Sesshoumaru came to a stop, he had one, reddened hand held up in a block; the other clutched the tie of his hakama, keeping the pants hoisted up.
"I know you're part of the nobility and all that shit, but I didn't think you were the kind of sick, entitled fuck that took other people's wives for pleasure just because you're that desperate to get some! Shit, I get that you're frustrated—I can't even imagine what it'd be like to go without as long as you have—but one day, Sesshoumaru. All you had to do was wait one fuckin' day. Well, you picked the wrong woman to vent yourself on."
Rin knew she should turn around, let Inuyasha see her face, and end this horrible misunderstanding before it got out of hand—because with these two, it took only seconds for things to escalate way beyond just "out of hand"—but her limbs had locked up, her embarrassment too great to face him.
Though I suppose I should be used to this now, after having three people walk in on us, she thought with mortified despair.
A hand landed on her shoulder. "Kagome, are you alright? I saw you running like hell into the forest and came to see what was wrong. But I got confused, because it's like there were two scent trails to follow. Come to think of it…why didn't you go ahead and purify this bastard—?" He froze and leaned in, taking a few sniffs near her ear. Rin tensed as Inuyasha pulled back. "…Ka…gome?" He had that same, confused inflection Lord Sesshoumaru had had upon first seeing her from behind.
Rin bit her lip, rolling her eyes up into her head, before she turned around just enough so Inuyasha could see her no-doubt beet-red face. "I'm not Kagome, Inuyasha."
"Oh. Shit." He looked back and forth between them, his face blanching. "Yeah…uh…sorry about that."
If Lord Sesshoumaru's glare could be weaponized, it would have the impact of a thousand spears launching themselves right into Inuyasha. His voice was downright guttural as he growled, "If you're actually sorry, then leave and forget everything you saw."
Inuyasha backed up a few steps, and Rin saw him tense as if she jump away.
Then he sighed, letting his head hang as he scratched the back of it. "Yeah…sorry, but unfortunately for all of us, this is so traumatic, it's pretty seared in. I mean, it's not every day you see a coldhearted prick with…well, an upright prick, I guess."
"Inuyasha," Sesshoumaru hissed.
Inuyasha looked up at him, an evil glint in his golden eyes. "And what would Kaede say if she knew you two were breaking your agreement? Guess it's a good thing I got here when I did, before it was too late."
Rin wanted to go throw herself down the Bone Eater's Well. "Y-You know about that?"
Inuyasha stuck a finger in his ear, cleaning it out. "Hard not to when you two weren't exactly that quiet while goin' at it the other night. Even with the rain, I was having trouble tuning it out." He snorted, not biting back a grin. "That old lady sure has some great timing, doesn't she?"
Rin groaned, hiding her face against the tree again. She had totally forgotten about Inuyasha's enhanced senses. Would he hear them every time she and Lord Sesshoumaru made love?
I guess the only consolation is that Lord Sesshoumaru will hear him and Kagome every time too…and if he doesn't realize it yet, he will soon.
"Well, let's get you back to the village, Rin, before Jaken informs Kaede he lost you. She might just decide to move the wedding back another week if she finds out."
Rin swallowed thickly as she finished tucking in her kosode and tying her hakama. She turned back to Inuyasha. "You…won't tell her?"
He prodded her forward, guiding her past his brother. "Eh, I'm not that cruel. I know you've been waiting for this for a while, Rin."
Then he looked at his brother with a devilish smirk and added with a suggestive nod, "You might want to get that little problem there taken care of before someone else comes moseying along. You look like an over-excited mutt. Rather unbecoming for someone of your station, isn't it?"
AN: Well, at least one of them got off, right? 😅 By the way, this chronicle was an homage to the great Yashahime debate last year of: who is that in the tree? The fact that so many people had a hard time distinguishing whether it was Kagome or Rin at first inspired this.