He pressed his palm just below her hands and she gasped, arching into the touch. Her eyes were still intent on his face, but he knew they would soon close.
It drew on his patience, but he rubbed her skin gently as his he felt his way towards her mons until he cupped her sex. From here, he knew exactly what he wanted to do and how to do it. He could sense her eagerness, pressing into him like spurs.
An unfamiliar sensation gripped him as he cupped her mons. His middle and ring finger were in such a way that they could penetrate her easily if he wanted them to. She was powerless to it. Should he stop this here and force her to understand that he wasn't human? Should he intentionally let the beast show itself in a way that would scare her, the way he scared himself? Maybe she would take time to rethink, a chance to save her from what was happening right now.
She was the only one that could be saved. It was too late for him. He could feel her pulse against his fingers on her sex as well as in his chest.
No matter what Rin did, he would be at her beck and call. Emotions crashed against each other like conflicting waves. His stillness had unnerved her slightly, she tried to bridle her breathing.
As though he considered this to be her pulling back, he made up his mind, continuing like nothing had happened. Nothing would happen. He would control himself perfectly. For her.
"Nothing more than this, not tonight. I cannot trust myself," he told her softly.
Lowering his face to her clavicle, he relished in the softness of her skin. He brushed her throat with his lips, entertaining the idea that soon, at some time in the future, she would bear him her skin to be bitten. The monster within him threatened to tear him apart as he pressed his middle finger between her silky folds.
The smallest gasp, although his actions had surely been expected.
He rubbed her sex gently, finding the soft little bud of her clitoris. She sighed with what sounded like relief as he stroked it gingerly, trying not overwhelm her immediately with quick movements. Somewhere between bliss and discovery, she moaned softly.
The sound created another surreal moment. This girl and her sweet, perfect love. She'd honed it over the years, her eyes on him as he watched her. He kissed her neck roughly, allowing his feelings to saturate his actions. In response, she arched her bare skin towards him, asking for more. This woman had prepared herself to be with him, he could feel it in his bones when he looked at her. Desperation took hold to gather her close, to take this further, become one with her.
He knew what his father had meant about humans now. Only a human could love so fully, so beautifully as this.
She stopped holding her knees up, her legs falling the rest of the way open.
How he wished she wouldn't. Each time she did something that invited him in, the fantasy of taking her became clearer.
He hastened his kissing to her nipples, drinking in her soft moans. Soft little hands tangled themselves in his hair, brushing the sensitive tips of his ears with her wrists as they did. Her hips undulated slightly with his progression on her clitoris. How much of this would it take to make her come?
He could so easily be between those thighs, and she wouldn't complain. Her little nails would find his ass and dig into it while he penetrated her, she would moan his name and rock her hips as she just had -
No!
Although he loved the way her sweet skin melted beneath his tongue as it brushed each nipple, he kissed lower. Tonight was not about him.
For once, something in this universe was not about him.
To keep himself from fucking her senseless, he had to taste her, to give her the pleasure she needed.
Something like fear came off of her as he reached her navel, and her responsiveness to his stroking lessened. She raised her head and ran her thumb over the arch of his brow bone to his hairline, subtly telling him to stop.
Coming to her senses? He wondered.
He reluctantly took his lips away. Rin's expression was tense.
"Y-you can't - " She tried to say. Her words sounded so weak. He met her eyes and held them there, making her lose the words. She understood.
I can. I will. I need to.
The smallest nod.
He went back to her skin feverishly, skipping much he had planned to work over. Pulling the digit massaging her away, he planted his tongue just over her mons, so close that he could taste her weeping by proxy. Her skin there was so incredibly soft as he kissed lower. She was still sitting up, supporting herself shakily as she watched.
He knew she wanted to watch.
He was evil, indeed.
There was never any denying that.
He dragged himself away from her once more to look into her eyes. Her expression was accusing like it had been the night before. Though she tried to look away from him, he held her gaze.
He smiled.
Finally, fear rose in her.
Using the digit that had been massaging her, he penetrated her. All the fear and tension fell from her face in that second. Eyelids fluttering, she gave her body to him. He could never forget the way her breath hitched.
Submission.
He could do anything to her right now. To keep himself under control, he curled his finger slightly and found her clitoris with his tongue.
"Sesshomaru!" she gasped.
He was grateful that he couldn't break away without possibly causing damage to her mind, owing that this was her maiden. Otherwise, that would have done it. She finally used his name as she should, like they were equals.
For eventually they would be joined as one, and he would only share that with her.
His cock throbbed and he pressed it into the bedding beneath him, only serving to make it worse.
She tasted like peach blossoms smelled, fragrant and sweet. The flavor and sensation washed over his tongue, making him hunger in ways he never deigned to before. He tried to focus on that instead of his throbbing erection.
He wasn't sure what it would be like with a human man, but her pleasure was too important to toy with. Instinct told him exactly how to hold, kiss, and lick her. Her thoughts got louder the more he focused, making him painfully aware that she was working herself loose in her mind, giving him more and more power over her. The sound of her trying to keep quiet as her body wracked with tingles was like music, her fingers tearing weakly at the sheets as she tried to hold herself onto reality.
But she was the only thing that was real to him now.
He felt her open her eyes again, almost seeing himself in her mind's eye before her sheath spasmed ever so slightly around his finger, capturing his attention again and making his breath catch. She sat up, letting go of the sheets to look at him.
She'd worked herself so loose that she was about to be overcome. A new kind of sound broke from her chest, seeming open and free.
Her thighs shivered slightly.
It was going to happen like this. He felt her walk the edge of her orgasm in his own mind, and she was imagining it, too. Imagining him stopping here, even though it would take away the pleasure, and thrusting into her without even a pause.
She dropped back again, unable to hold herself up. One of her hands wantonly tweaked a nipple, rubbing her breast even though it didn't fit into her palm. She rolled her head back, exposing her neck. She wanted him to bite her, to take her. She was calling for it, singing to his instincts. Powerful youkai impulse demanded that he do it. Her thighs shivered harder, both hands leaving the blankets to find themselves in his hair again.
He was going to do it. If he could break away, he was going to do it. She had been on the edge for so long.
Finally, words. Barely intelligible.
"Don't stop, don't - " she broke off, shuddering. Her sheath gripped around his finger, her clitoris twitching between his lips.
Her orgasm had saved her.
She held him as close as she possibly could to her body even though she had no need. He was already putting as much pressure on her as he could without leaving bruises.
When it was over, he lightened up - but he didn't stop. She ran her fingers through his hair as she twitched, trying to find a way to tell him to leave her alone for a minute to recover.
"I don't think I can - ah, " she broke off as he resumed the pace that had made her come.
He didn't intend to stop until she begged.
It seemed like seconds before she was overcome again, this orgasm different from the first. Shivering, she no longer held him so close. Instead, she sat up, brushing her hair back so that she could watch him.
She understood. He wasn't going to stop, wasn't going to let up. He was capable of giving her what she needed.
As the second orgasm released her from its grip, he gently pulled his middle finger out of her to wet his ring finger as well. He hoped she would be numb enough from pleasure to feel only slight pain.
When he pressed both in at the same time, her free breathing snagged slightly. Reacting to the pain, he knew. He was more gentle than ever, stroking her clitoris with his tongue to distract her. It was so sensitive, this worked perfectly.
He tasted blood, but only a little.
Something about knowing she was very vulnerable at this time made it easier to control himself. She was in such a way that he could hurt her very badly right now. He realized that once she was wrung, he would be able to control his urges. A tension in his stomach was beginning to untie itself, and he no longer wanted to cover her skin with bite marks and bruises.
Her third and fourth orgasms were raw, rough things. She continued to raise herself and look at him while she came, her eyes wide. He knew she was gripping the fact that he was doing this to satisfy his own hunger.
Things were changing for her. As he exhausted her flesh, each orgasm was easier to achieve. She was slowly sensitizing as he kept his ministrations.
Her sixth orgasm was broken and choked, and the begging finally started. Her voice broke through as she finished, urgent and weak.
"Stop, stop, stop, stop, please stop, it's starting to hurt…"
He finally released her, gently removing his fingers. As he rose, he observed her exhaustion. Eyes closed, body heaving and positively splashed with blush, she could barely raise her head. He pulled her into his arms, knowing that even though she was naked, she was safe from him. Her body could not possibly accept him right now.
She was so far gone, the idea of sating him was lost.
He kissed her throat once, and then her forehead as she folded herself into a neat little parcel that fit perfectly on his chest.