AN: Hi everyone. Sorry this was delayed a week. For those who don't know, I took a business trip a couple weeks ago that derailed my update schedule, so I needed more time. That said, "the long winter" is finally over. Enjoy. 😊
Chapter 27: Body Image
Even though Dr. Jinenji finally lifted Rin's bed rest restrictions, Sesshoumaru found his mate didn't entirely have the energy anymore to do everything she wanted to. And perhaps that was a good side effect of her bed rest—she no longer felt the need to push herself beyond her limits.
In the days after the baby shower, Rin took her time organizing the nursery with their new gifts. He worked from home those few days to make sure she wasn't overexerting herself and also because, at this stage of her pregnancy and their relationship, she apparently wanted his input on everything. So instead of fielding five dozen awkward video calls, he just walked down the hall when she called to him.
Once she had finished putting together what they had, she then started shopping for the other necessities they needed. As she had promised him, a servant or a family member always accompanied her. She always came back from these forays exhausted and promptly went to take a nap.
On one such day, Sesshoumaru was working in his office when the front door opened, and the scent of Rin mixed with burning summer air filtered through the house. She and a few servants walked past his office, laden with purchases that they dropped off in the nursery, and on her way back to the living room, she stopped by to give him a kiss in greeting.
"I'm going to take a nap in the living room. Is that alright?"
"Of course. This is your home."
She had been staying out of her room as much as possible, proclaiming that three weeks of bed rest had soured the very sight of it for her. (She proclaimed that peonies were now officially her least favorite flower, but he noted with some confusion that she still admired the huge blossoms in the garden. Apparently, his Rin was not capable of hatred.)
Nevertheless, Sesshoumaru hoped to use her aversion to his advantage to get her to move into his bedroom—but he was waiting for Rin to give him a clear signal that she was interested. Off bed rest she might be, but he had not forgotten how she had reacted the last time he tried to seduce her. He would not risk her health for the sake of his desiccated libido.
After about half an hour, her seventh sigh drifted over from the living room. Fabric rustled and she groaned; he recognized the sounds of her pushing herself up.
He abandoned his computer and went next door to find Rin staring wearily at the ground as she sat on the couch.
"What happened to your nap?" Sesshoumaru asked, coming to kneel next to her.
Rin let out a humorless bark of laughter. "I've been trying, but these two are conspiring against me," she said, placing a hand on her stomach. "I feel like every time I'm about to doze off, one of them kicks me back into alertness. I think they're having a party in there."
Sesshoumaru frowned. He did not like seeing Rin with such bags under her eyes. She had already had fears about sleeping since the night Zero invaded her dreams. Luckily, in the safety of Tsukuyomaru's barrier, such nightmares had not plagued her again, but it did not stop the fear.
Fear.
The word sparked a memory of that night, when he had eased the children's fears with his demonic aura. He wondered if, perhaps, he could do the opposite as well, although he didn't intend to scare them—merely reassure his dominance.
His mate needed to be well-rested for birthing their pups in another month and a half or so, and they needed to let their mother sleep.
"I guess I'll go back to online shopping and crossing things off the list, though I don't really feel like it right now," Rin grumbled, scooting to the edge of the couch.
"Rin, wait. Lie back down," he said.
"Why?"
"Let me try to help you sleep. Lie back down."
Rin peered at him in confusion a moment before resuming her position on the couch with what looked to be entirely too rough a pillow cushioning her head. Sesshoumaru placed a hand over her stomach, immediately feeling a kick. He bit back a smile. As much as he enjoyed feeling his young ones being so active, now was not the time.
"Let your mother sleep," he said, exerting his willpower into his demonic aura and impressing it upon them. Their auras retreated a bit in surprise, and they stilled. Sesshoumaru smirked in triumph.
But then he felt a small surge of power pushing back against his own, and his eyes widened. One of the children kicked again.
Rin must have noticed the surprise on his face. "Sesshoumaru, is something wrong?"
"No." Quite the opposite. He could not be more thrilled. "Our children already show such strength. They do not balk in the face of fear." He had always thought them strong since the night they fought back against Zero when she invaded their mother's dreams, but to know it was not a one-time occurrence lifted his heart.
"What do you mean? What are you doing?"
"I am trying to make them submit to my authority. They are…fighting back."
Rin laughed. "They aren't even born, and they're acting like stubborn teenagers already!"
Stubbornness. Yes, that seemed to be a family trait.
"Still…they are mere children." He exerted his will again, as he would nip a pup, and this time, they submitted. When they hadn't moved for about a minute, he nodded in satisfaction and removed his hand. "There. They should be quiet now."
Rin smiled. "Thank you." She fluffed the couch pillow and closed her eyes. Sesshoumaru got up to leave to give her some peace.
"Oof."
He stopped and looked down at her.
Rin cracked an eye open at him and rubbed her stomach. "Apparently, when daddy's away, the girls will play. I guess they're not so afraid of you if you aren't right there."
"I see I will need a firmer hand then."
"Sesshoumaru, it's fine. Don't bother them too much. They're only babies."
"They need to learn early on when to listen to their parents," Sesshoumaru countered.
"I agree, but you can't stop babies from kicking. It's what they do."
But he could. He had. And Rin needed sleep.
"Sit up."
"Lie down, sit up," Rin grumbled. "Would you make up your mind already?" But her tone was teasing as opposed to accusatory.
Sesshoumaru slid beside her and tossed the rough pillow aside, arranging the end of his fur to curl over the arm of the couch and his lap. He would never admit it to others, but one of the perks he most enjoyed about working from home was not needing to don his fitted suits and instead wearing his loose and airy kimono and hakama. He even wore his fur around the house, as he had once done daily before going into hiding.
He patted the fluffy extension of himself, inviting her to lay upon it across his lap. "I will keep them calm while you nap."
She looked at his fur longingly but said, "Sesshoumaru, your hand will fall asleep."
"What does that mean?"
She looked at him incredulously. "Has one of your limbs seriously never fallen asleep before?" He blinked at her in response, still not understanding. She sighed and lay over his legs. She groaned as her head came into contact with the fur, and she buried her face into it with a smile. Sesshoumaru stiffened. He had meant to offer her this assistance in innocence, but if she kept mewling and rubbing against his fur like that, she was going to have a stiff visitor poking at her side.
"Fine. If you don't mind being my personal pillow and soothing agent, then I'll take you up on it."
He had no qualms about it whatsoever. In fact, holding his pregnant mate in his arms like this only felt right. Even if his groin was tightening to the point of pain.
To distract himself from the way she twisted her fingers through the strands of his fluff, he lay one hand over her belly to keep the children quiet and ran another over her hair, rubbing his thumb in soothing circles along her scalp.
Rin's breathing changed within minutes to the long, slow breaths of deep sleep. He changed the pressure of his demonic energy—instead of making it impressionable, he tried to wrap it around the children like a soothing blanket, hoping they too would fall asleep. He did not want them to be frightened of him. Well, more than necessary, of course.
They lay there like that for nearly an hour. Sesshoumaru busied himself with examining Rin from head to toe, much as he had done that first night in the forest. He counted the black hairs on her head, finding a couple silver ones already peeking through. Those would be with her forever, but she would not grow new ones—although at the same time, he wondered what a Rin with his hair color would look like.
He followed the contours of her rounded, shapely body, relishing that he could touch it now as he did, for it helped take the edge off. He studied the curves of her fingers and nails, wondering when he would next feel them rake against his skin.
His body grew warm at that thought, and he decided that perhaps he should focus on something else in the room to keep his erection at bay.
He looked up then to find his mother staring at them from the doorway, something almost haunting in her otherwise neutral expression.
Sesshoumaru's face soured, hating the interruption on an otherwise relaxing moment with his mate. Granted, she had surprised him by not only attending the baby shower but gifting Rin hand-me-downs that equated to heirlooms, given how she had kept them for so long and in such pristine condition. Perhaps he no longer needed to be so wary of her. "What is it, Mother?" he asked in a tone so low, it wouldn't wake up Rin.
A wistful sort of look crossed his mother's face. "They were keeping her awake, weren't they?"
Sesshoumaru's eyes widened marginally in surprise, and he nodded.
Inukimi closed her eyes. "Your father did the same for me when I was pregnant with you."
To be fair, Sesshoumaru always had trouble imagining his mother pregnant. It wasn't as if he had a full-blooded younger sibling where he could have seen such a phenomenon firsthand. But to imagine his strong mother as tired as Rin was and needing the comfort of his father….
No, he still couldn't picture it. It was much easier to imagine his father being so caring with Izayoi, whether she was pregnant or not.
His mother continued to watch them in silence for another few seconds before she turned on her heel and left.
But not before Sesshoumaru caught the faintest whiff of saline from her.
Rin woke feeling warmer and more comfortable than she had in weeks. As she nuzzled against her fluffy pillow—no, fur, she recalled—and felt the hands on her head and belly, she had a sudden sense of never wanting to leave Sesshoumaru's embrace.
She shifted, turning onto her back and opening her eyes to find his warm, golden ones gazing back at her with such adoration, she couldn't believe she had ever doubted his affection for and attraction towards her. Here she was, waking up all bleary-eyed and probably with some fur marks on her face, and he was staring at her like she was his entire world.
He was so good to her.
I love him.
The resolve she had been working towards ever since the baby shower finally solidified. She had to tell him. She had to show him.
She reached up and cupped the back of his neck, bringing his head down to meet hers. She pressed her lips gently against his at first, relishing their softness. Then, she sucked on his upper lip, deftly slipping her tongue into his waiting mouth. He sucked the little muscle further in, lightly scraping the edges of his teeth over the flesh.
The sensation of his fangs teasing her tongue ignited an ember in her belly.
She broke their kiss and then tried to sit up to get better access to him. His fur moved and pushed her up so that she was sitting on his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and then placed a series of kisses along his jaw, moving towards one of her favorite nibbling spots: his ear. She sucked the lobe between her lips and gnawed on it gently, eliciting a chest-deep growl from him.
"Rin…do not test me," he said, burying his nose in her neck and pressing a kiss against the mating mark there. Sparks shot from it and cascaded down her back and chest, heading straight for her nipples, making them tighten. Offhand, she wondered if she was going to leak.
Don't worry about that now, she thought, massaging the tip of his ear with her fingers. It's time. He deserves to see the full extent of my love for him.
Still, knowing what she had to do and actually doing it were different matters. She needed to ease into this—get comfortable in her own skin while still showing him her love.
After all, leaky nipples were not exactly attractive.
She had given it a lot of thought over the last few days, and she finally had a solution to how she could give them both what they wanted. She had just been waiting for the right time, because she wasn't sure how he was going to react to it.
Perhaps now, while he seemed so enamored—so unlikely to say no—was the time.
"I am not testing you, Sesshoumaru." She pulled away to stare him straight in the eye. "I'm ready."
His grip, which had made it to her backside when she hadn't noticed, tightened, and it was as if those clawed fingertips were attached to strings making her core twitch with every move. "Are you certain?" he asked.
"Yes."
He lifted her then like she wasn't a bloated elephant and strode into the hallway.
And, of course, an annoying green toad popped up.
"S-Sesshoumaru-sa-MA!" he cried out as Sesshoumaru stepped right on the imp, ignoring him.
"Sesshoumaru!" Rin gasped, looking around his shoulder. "Jaken, are you alright?"
A groan was his only response.
They had just reached the door to Sesshoumaru's bedroom when Jaken came scrambling back towards them. "Sesshoumaru-sama, wait! You have an urgent call—"
Sesshoumaru's eyes flashed red as he glared at Jaken. "It will wait."
Jaken squeaked as a shiver cascaded down him from head to toe. "B-But Sesshoumaru-sama, it's about Naraku. Myoga finally found his sanctuary."
Sesshoumaru froze, his arms tightening around Rin's back and legs. Rin looked up at him in confusion. "Who's Naraku?"
"Vermin that must be exterminated," he answered tersely. He looked down at her, obviously torn between desire and duty.
Rin clutched the end of his fur still in her hands. Actually…this could be better. I think I still need some time to prepare. "Go take care of it, Sesshoumaru."
"No, Rin…it can wait. You are more important."
She reached up to stroke the markings on his cheek. "Sesshoumaru, go take care of it. That way, later, we won't have any distractions, right?"
He sighed. "You are correct." He set her down, but she did not let go of his fur. "You realize that you must let go if I am to see to this business as quickly as possible."
"Can you leave your fur with me? As a…promise?" she asked in her coyest voice possible, holding up the fur against her cheek. She swore the fur twitched in her hands along with the crotch of his hakama.
He removed the fur from his shoulder and wrapped it around hers, leaning to whisper in her ear, "I expect it to be the only thing covering you upon my return."
Rin shivered against his hot breath and glanced up at him. "We'll see."
As soon as he left, Rin got to work with her preparations. She went back to her room and changed out of her clothes into a silk kimono, electing to leave her underwear behind. Then she grabbed her old sleeping mask she had often used when, after a night shift, she had to sleep during the day. When he still hadn't returned, she got antsy and went to the kitchen to grab a few snacks to give her some energy before their planned romp.
He was taking longer than expected. She had figured he only needed to take a phone call, but by the time an hour had passed, she was still reclining on his bed, her snacks finished and on the nightstand.
She absently stroked his fur as she waited, and after a moment of petting, the end of the fur wrapped around her leg of its own accord. Rin stared at it in shock and then got an idea of how to speed things up.
First, she got up to close the door. No need for an accidental voyeur.
As she returned to the bed, she slid the collar of the kimono open, letting it gape between her breasts. She took the end of the fur she still had clasped in her hands and kissed it. Then, she ran it over her cheek, down her neck, and slipped it inside the front of her kimono, circling her breast with it.
"Mmm, Sesshoumaru, you're so soft," she murmured, not certain if he could hear it, but the words still tightened her womb with want. Her sex tingled with the need to be rubbed and invaded. A baby kicked, but that did not deter her focus.
She spread her legs wide, the loose kimono parting around her thighs. She took the head of the fur and started tantalizing her folds with just the edges of that silky hair. Each flick against her center sent a tingle of anticipation running up to her heart and down her legs. She imagined it was Sesshoumaru's tongue, tracing the edges of her folds.
Suddenly, she stopped teasing herself and pressed the fur fully against her center, rubbing it in slow circles along her core. Every pass of the fur matted it with her juices, making it rougher and rougher, like Sesshoumaru's slick tongue swirling over her.
The end of the fur wrapped around her leg twitched then started humping the limb.
She closed her eyes and threw her head back against the pillows. Memories of his silver head pressing into her core as he made love to her with his tongue in the changing room at the mall filled her mind, heightening the tension building in her sex. She moaned and panted as she started rubbing the fur up and down the seam of her opening, envisioning Sesshoumaru slipping his thick penis through her tight canal like a wide cargo carrier trying to breach a narrow pass and then finally plunging it into her and thrusting, thrusting, thrusting until she broke.
Her legs spasmed as sensation overtook her—not quite an orgasm but some relief nonetheless.
The door to the room flew open, and Rin slammed her legs shut tight over the fur, gripping it between her thighs and pulling her nightgown down around it.
The wood of the doorjamb creaked as Sessohumaru's claws dug into it, and he stared at her with wild, red eyes, the bulge in his hakama entirely noticeable.
"Rin…what are you doing?"
Rin bit her lip coyly, sitting up on her knees and casually rubbing herself along the length of his fur still trapped beneath her. His grip on the doorjamb tightened. "Sesshoumaru, you told me that if I ever need something, I can come to you." She rubbed herself along the fur once more to emphasize the word.
"Your impatience has led you down the path to cheap relief," he ground out, finally stepping inside and shutting the door. "Or is that what you always wanted?"
The tug of disappointment she felt from him caused her to blink in confusion. "What do you mean?"
The W-shape of his brows indicated his disappointment. "I know you have been hesitant. Is this what you meant when you were said you were ready tonight? Not for me, but for…relief?"
"No, Sesshoumaru, that's not it."
She wanted to tell him why she hadn't given in yet, but he continued before she could. "Your body is clearly ready. What holds you back?" Then his expression lightened as he thought of something. "Are you in pain? Tell me if it is so. The books you lent me indicate pregnancy can make sex…painful. Is that what you fear?"
"No. I feel fine today. Not every day…but I would let you know if I didn't want you touching me."
"So I may touch you?"
She hesitated. She wanted his touch more than anything, and yet the thought that he could be repulsed by what he saw tore her heart. "Not right away."
A wary look crossed his eyes. "What do you mean?"
"You must earn it. But in doing so…we will both get relief."
His brows rose a fraction, and then a hint of a smirk crossed his lips. Suddenly, he was stalking toward her like the dog he was until he was towering over her. He slowly reached out and ran a thumb over her brow and down her cheek, leaving a tingling trail in his wake. She fought back a shiver as she stood—or rather, sat—her ground. "And pray tell how I might earn that privilege."
"You will do exactly what I tell you and no more."
He narrowed his eyes. "Such as?"
She reached up and removed his hand from her face. "You will not touch me."
He frowned. "But you will touch me?" She nodded. He contemplated her for several seconds, as if trying to read her mind. Finally, he closed his eyes and let a small smirk bloom. "I see. You wish to use my body for your own pleasure, which in due course gives me pleasure."
Rin's face felt like a furnace. That makes me sound so selfish…but that's exactly what I'm doing, isn't it? Oh dear. This is wrong. I shouldn't. It's not lovemaking at all—it's just using him, as he said.
She was about to take it back when Sesshoumaru sat down beside her, meeting her gaze. "Well-played, Rin. You are well aware I could never refuse you in whatever capacity you will to give yourself. Use my body as you wish. I will refrain from touching you."
Her heart pounded faster, and she scooted closer to him. "Is that so? Let's test this out then, shall we?"
She reached out and trailed her finger up his chest until she came to the base of his Adam's Apple, just above the crossed collar of his kimono. He swallowed distinctly. She grinned and bent over to place a kiss upon it. Then she moved her kisses up his neck to his chin and finally made contact with his mouth. She wiped her tongue against his lips to ask for entry, and he opened them. She slipped her tongue inside, running it along the edge of his. It flinched and started to prod back against hers, but then it relaxed, and she realized what he was doing. Even in his mouth, he would not reach out to touch her, as she had requested.
She pulled back and smiled at him. "Good boy."
Sesshoumaru growled. "You dare to treat this Sesshoumaru like a dog?"
Rin looked up at him coyly and fluttered her lashes. "Oh, are you not going to obey my every command then? Perhaps we should just stop here in that case…" she trailed off, starting to pull his fur out from underneath her, the friction causing her to shiver with lust.
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth and clenched the comforter beneath him in his hands. "Rin, don't."
"Are you going to behave?"
"Yes."
She grinned. "Very well then. Let's see how long it lasts." She got off the bed and then pulled the yellow and purple sash at his waist, undoing the knot and sliding it off. "Put your head on the pillows and lie down, Sesshoumaru," she commanded.
He did as instructed.
"Now, place your arms over your head."
His eyes latched onto the sash she was twirling around her fingers. "I am capable of restraining my own limbs, Rin."
"Maybe so. But I want this to serve as a little reminder, just in case," Rin said, snapping the sash in front of him.
Sesshoumaru closed his eyes and placed his hands above his head.
"Good boy," she replied, and he growled again at the words as she took his wrists and tied them to the bedpost with his sash. It wasn't a sailor's knot by any means, but it was enough to secure him. "Now, do not rip that tie off, understand? I know you can, but restrain yourself."
"I understand."
Then she grabbed the sleeping mask she had brought and held it up. "Lift your head."
He frowned. "You said I could not touch. You did not say I could not see."
"I stated that you would have to do exactly as I said, and you agreed. Now I'm telling you that you have to wear this mask, or I won't go any further."
Sesshoumaru gritted his teeth. "You test my patience, Rin."
Rin raised her eyebrows. Then she reached over and boldly cupped his straining crotch. He sucked in a sharp breath through his nose. "There is more than one way I can test your patience, Sesshoumaru. But the quicker you agree to the mask, the less patience you will require."
"Put it on."
She smiled in triumph and settled the mask over his eyes. She looked over his prone body, his crisp, white kimono stretching over his lean muscles, looking far too smooth and composed.
It needed disheveling.
As she debated, Sesshoumaru said, "Rin, what are you doing?"
He sounded so…wary. So uncertain. It was rare to see him so vulnerable, and a part of Rin relished it. This was a part of Sesshoumaru only she would see. Still…probably best to reassure him.
"Don't you trust me?" she asked as she leaned over and gently placed her lips against his. She nipped at his upper lip and then started sucking it, relishing the feel of that soft skin molding between hers. She finally pulled away. "Well?"
"Yes," her answered lowly, and she smiled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth before inching down his jaw towards his collar. She peeled open his kimono as she kissed her way down his chest. She swore she saw goosebumps rise in her wake, but they disappeared quicker than she thought possible.
Now she had a challenge: to make him shiver.
"I want to see those stripes again," she murmured. "It's been far too long."
She loosened the ties of his hakama and then yanked the tails of his kimono out in one go, spreading the robe and underlying juban wide. Then she gripped his hips, where his stripes curved over and descended beneath the waistline of his pants. She traced the stripes on each side with two fingers each, stopping when she reached the edge of his loosened hakama and placing one last kiss against the dusting of silver hair that started below his navel.
She was rewarded with a shiver.
She glanced over at the bulge in his pants. It was sizeable…but not big enough.
She would fix that.
"Someone's getting excited," Rin remarked, slipping her hand beneath the rim of his hakama and then gasping when she met boxers.
"Not going traditionally commando?" she inquired, slipping her fingers further underneath the elastic band, sliding towards home plate.
"There are some useful modern garments," he replied in a tight voice.
Finally, her hand met his cock, and she grasped its circumference, rolling the semi-hard length between her fingers.
Sesshoumaru groaned. "Rin, you are teasing."
Rin giggled. "What did you think I was trying to do?"
"Take them off."
"You're not the one giving orders around here," Rin answered, and as punishment, she took her hand away. She could have sworn he started to whimper as she pulled her hand out of his pants. The tendons in his wrists stood out with tension as he gripped the sash tying his hands together. "But it would be rude of me to not greet someone who's so obviously dying to meet me."
She flipped down the top section of his hakama, making sure to run her fingers over his half-cocked length as she did. He was already tenting so much that the gap in his boxers gaped open, allowing her a peek inside.
Rin looked at him again, half-undressed and half-erect. The sight of him so disheveled sent skitters racing to her core.
She pressed her legs together in response, and her wetness spread to her thighs. Sesshoumaru took a deep inhale just then, a low growl rumbling in his chest. She looked back at his boxers again and suddenly got a dirty idea.
She grabbed her phone and opened the camera app. "Did you know you look like you could be on the cover of a novel like, 'My Naughty Samurai'?" she asked, snapping a photo.
He tensed at the sound of her finger tapping the glass of her phone. "Rin, are you taking photographs?"
"This is payback for deleting the last photos I took of you," she said, looking for another angle.
"I paid my debt at the shower."
"Oh, those are just the photos I can show other people. These will be just for me. I mean, this is a fantasy come true. How many girls today can say they fucked a feudal warlord?"
He flinched at her crass language. "What did you just say?"
She grinned, finally deciding what she wanted and pulled just his pants down until they hung at his ankles, acting like manacles keeping his feet together. "You heard me. This poor, orphaned, little peasant girl caught the mighty warlord's eye as he ransacked her village, and do you know what he did?"
"What did he do?" Sesshoumaru asked hesitantly.
"Why, he unsheathed his mighty sword and impaled her upon it," Rin answered, maneuvering his textbook-perfect phallus through the hole in his boxers so that everything else around his hips was still covered except for it and the tops of his testicles. "And the blood of his sword wet the earth of her womb. So she followed the samurai's trail, knowing she carried his heir, but she was afraid the samurai would not recognize her. After all, she wondered, how many other poor peasant girls had he shoved his mighty sword into over the course of his life?"
"Of course he remembered her," Sesshoumaru ground out. "How could he forget the single woman to turn him away from the path of bloodshed, even if it was only for a few precious moments of his life?"
Rin's heart skipped a beat. Suddenly, their role play was getting a tad personal. She licked her lips, staring at his cock. "The little peasant girl felt dirty. But not because of what the samurai did to her—oh no." She reached out and tapped his welling tip with her finger, swirling the bead of milky precum around his head. "She felt dirty because she never forgot the sight, sound, and feeling of that sword sliding into her gut," Rin continued, crawling onto the bed and kneeling around his thighs, the point of him mere millimeters from her slit. Her opening salivated in anticipation, wetting the fabric of his boxers against his balls, and his thighs tightened beneath hers. "The samurai awoke a terrible hunger within her. She needed that sword of his again, and only his would do. So even if he did not recognize her, she vowed to take what she wanted. When she finally reached his castle, she snuck in that night and tied him up so that he could not move. And what do you think she did then?"
"She took his sword and committed seppuku," Sesshoumaru answered.
"Did she?" Rin answered, grasping his cock again in her hand and scooting forward, running the head through her slit. Her heart seized as his flesh ran along her sensitive skin, and on the second pass up, she was already noticeably wetter. "It takes a lot of fortitude to impale oneself, after all. One wants that blade to be sharp enough to cut through quickly and with as little pain as possible. I think she found the sword needed some sharpening first along her whetstone."She brought the head up to her clit and swirled it around and around, sending waves of pleasure across her core, tightening it.
One of the babies kicked then, and it felt like a stick bouncing off a drum, her walls were so tight.
"Rin—"
"Yes, Sesshoumaru-sama?"
He sucked in a breath upon hearing the suffix. "Rin…if you do not take me now, I will not last much longer."
"Mmm, oh no, that won't do," Rin murmured breathlessly. "Your sword cannot break before I do. That's an order."
"What if…I cannot keep it from breaking?"
Rin faltered, unsure of what would be a suitable punishment. She could withhold sex, but that was just punishing the both of them. Realizing that the silence was getting awkward, she blurted out, "You'll be reduced to becoming a starving dog that must lick away his own seed from his master's cunt until she comes on his tongue multiple times, finally bestowing him with the nourishment he needs."
He was silent for enough seconds that Rin started to worry she had gone too far. But then he said, "Is that supposed to be a punishment?"
Rin was so glad he couldn't see the blush that spread across her cheeks. "Well…."
"You know I would gladly do so anytime, Rin. You need only ask."
"Be that as it may—"
"Though if I were to become the dog you wish me to be, you would find my tongue large enough to pleasure your whole body, not just your…cunt."
She slid herself against him, dipping just the tip of him inside her, tantalizing him with a promise of what was to come. "This I would like to see. Should I deny myself then?" she asked, pulling her nether lips away from him and instead starting to pump him with her hand.
He pulled at the sash restraining his hands. "If it pleases you, I will take you to the sanctuary whenever you wish to see it. Just sheathe my sword already."
She decided not to point out this time that he had gone back to giving orders, because she wanted this too. Without further ado, she slid forward and lifted herself up, positioning herself over his pillar of manhood. And then she eased herself down onto it, conscious of the fact that it had been seven months since she last had sex with him and the fact that her uterus was a different shape now.
But as he slid into her core, he was like a key fitting into her rusty lock, and she knew a few good twists would have her opening in no time.
She moaned, and Sesshoumaru sucked in a breath as she took him further and further, letting her new weight settle her down as far upon him as she could go.
"Oh, Sesshoumaru," she breathed, squeezing her walls around him, and his legs jerked behind her. "It's like you never left."
"You are my perfect fit," Sesshoumaru answered.
She placed a supporting hand under her girth to ease the jostle of her stomach as she started to bounce up and down atop him. His penis slid through her tight cave, a slippery eel darting in and out of its hidey hole, and Rin realized Sesshoumaru had been right—his fur had been a cheap substitute. Such banal pleasure could not compare with the sensation of him filling her so completely.
She gyrated her hips then, swirling herself around his fleshy sword to make sure it touched all her walls, and Sesshoumaru moaned.
The babies kicked at her again, and then something occurred to her. "Sesshoumaru…I just realized this is the closest I'm ever going to be to you three. You're all inside me right now, mere centimeters apart. Can you believe it?" she murmured.
He growled at her words. "Rin…please…let me see you."
"Ah-ah," Rin answered. Granted, she was still wearing her silk kimono, but now that she was aware of it, she realized the rougher silk inside rubbing against her sensitive nipples was distracting, so she pulled the robe open, keeping the belt fastened so that the bottom part still covered her stomach, and let the sleeves fall against her shoulders, exposing her enlarged breasts to the air. She felt so lewd, watching her full breasts jiggle up and down as she bounced, the minute stretch marks glinting. Is this how courtesans looked back in the day?
Sesshoumaru's head perked up. "Rin…are you taking off your kimono?"
"Not…completely," she gasped, as she ground herself into him, wanting to rub her nub in just the right place but not wanting to resort to using her fingers.
"Rin, take off this mask."
"No," she answered, concentrating more on finding the right angle for herself as she slid against him. She recalled one of their times in the forest that was particularly pleasurable, so she leaned back just slightly and pumped. His cock ran right over her G-spot, and she cried out. "Yes, yes, that's it!" she panted, putting one hand behind her to support her and keeping the other under her stomach. She used her leg muscles to their utmost to rub her insides against him, and as his member hit that spot over and over, she felt herself rushing towards her climax.
"Rin, I'm—"
"Oh, Se-sshou-ma-ru!" she screamed, enunciating the syllables with each hit of her G-spot.
Suddenly, the dam of his seed broke within her, but she didn't mind, because the rush of hot semen against her walls was the final trigger to her own climax, and she cried out in ecstasy as lightning rushed up her back and to ignite the base of her skull in an inferno.
She squeezed herself around him, tensing at the tsumani of sensation, and as she slowly eased back down, she worked her walls against him, milking him of every last drop.
Finally exhausted, she pulled off of him and collapsed at his side, resting a hand on his pale chest and tracing his muscle definitions to let him know she was right there. She breathed hard, as if she had run a marathon, and looked over her work. Sesshoumaru's cock still stood proud, glistening with her remnants, and the front of his boxers were dark and damp with her fluids. He looked thoroughly defiled, and she relished it. She kissed his ribs on those feelings.
"Are you planning to untie me?" Sesshoumaru asked, his fingers twitching, as if he wanted to wrap her in his arms.
"Just a moment," Rin moaned, nuzzling against his side. After she had caught her breath, she sat up and straight out her kimono, tucking her breasts back inside. Then she loosened the tie around his wrists, and he pulled free so fast, she yelped as he tore the sleeping mask off. He frowned when he looked at her. "Why are you dressed?"
She smirked, glancing at his deflating member. "I don't think you're quite ready for round two yet."
"What does that matter? I need only to see your body." He reached for the belt of her kimono, but Rin slapped her hands down on his. His brows furrowed even deeper. "Tell me, Rin. Why do you insist on keeping your body hidden from me?"
Rin bit her lip. She couldn't keep this to herself any longer. He deserved to know. "I don't…look the same as I did that first time."
His brows pushed up in puzzlement. "Naturally. And?"
"And…it's just embarrassing, Sesshoumaru. Pregnancy is not flattering. I don't want to…corrupt your memories of me."
"That is impossible."
"So you say, but…." Something felt cold against her breast, and she looked down to find a wet spot blooming over her nipple. She gasped and brought up a hand to cover it. When she looked up at Sesshoumaru, her face burning with embarrassment, her breath caught in her throat at the almost feral glint in his golden eyes as they locked on her hand.
"You don't trust me."
Rin's face burned with shame. She basically was asking him to prove that she could trust him to love her body as it was. How horrible was that? "I'm sorry. I'm just afraid…you're going to look at me differently once this is all said and done. I see my own body shape every day. Trust me, it's not pretty."
"Hm. I supposed I must revise my earlier statement." When she looked at him for further explanation, he added, "You asked me earlier if I trust you. I said I did. However, I do not trust you when it comes to this."
Now it was Rin's turn to frown. "What do you mean?"
"You cannot see the beauty in yourself."
"W-Well how can I, when I look like a cow?" Rin retorted a little too snappish for her liking.
He closed his eyes. "I see I will have to rectify this situation. Come." He got off the bed, kicking off his hakama but not bothering to tuck himself back into his boxers.
He helped her off the bed, and seed dribbled down her thigh as he walked her over to the tall mirror hanging on the wall.
He placed her directly in front of it and stood behind her. "My turn now. Place your hands here," he said, guiding her arms back to grasp his hips. "And do not let go."
"Okay…."
"What do you see, Rin?"
She frowned, not sure where he was going with this. "Us…."
"And have you ever seen me in such a state before?" His kimono hung open, and the sight of him dangling from his boxers was enough to set off another firework in her core. The babies kicked again, as if to say, Enough, Mom!
"No…."
"You did this to me, Rin. You and this body," he said, bringing his hands up beneath her arms and just wrapping his long, slender fingers over her breasts. He pressed against the wet spot on her right breast, and she sucked in a breath as he slid his hands down her body, following her enlarged contours. "Do not think I didn't imagine it as you rode me. Why is it you believe I would dislike it?"
"Because I dislike it," Rin answered.
"We have always had different tastes," he murmured, pressing a kiss behind her ear. She whimpered. "But in this case, I must make you see things my way."
She shook her head. "Impossible."
He smirked at her from over her shoulder. "Is that a challenge?"
The way his eyes lit up with the fire of arousal sent her heart skittering. "Yes."
"And what happens if I win?" he asked, rubbing her belly in soft circles, causing her to fall back against his warm chest.
"I'll never hide my body from you again, no matter how fat and ugly I get," Rin answered.
"Precisely what I wanted to hear." His deep voice rumbled in his chest, causing her back to contract in waves of goosebumps.
"W-What happens if I win, and you can't convince me?" she asked.
"It is a non-issue, for I do not intend to lose."
"You still need to put up a wager."
He ignored her. "Now…you seem to have taken issue with your breasts. Is that the case?"
"Not so much the breasts themselves as the fact that I can't tell when they le-EEK!" she yelped as his hand slid like a snake through the kimono, clamping around her leaking breast.
"Does this hurt?" he asked.
"No," she breathed, though she dared not move.
He began to massage it, and her nipple puckered so tight, it tingled. "It sits heavier than I remember, though whatever size, it will always be a perfect fit for my hand. Now…let me see it." He brought his other hand up to pull the opening of her kimono aside, baring her breast. He growled as he stared at it in the mirror, and Rin shuddered. "A sight I have not seen in many a month." He rolled her nipple between his fingers, and a drop of golden colostrum seeped out. He smeared it over her nipple. "A treat for later," he said by way of explanation, then brought his finger to his mouth and sucked it. "A sweet treat indeed."
"Sesshoumaru," Rin whimpered.
"Now, Rin, tell me what you think about this breast."
"I think…it needs your lips. To stop the leaking."
He tweaked her nipple in response. "All in due time. Are you ashamed of…leaking?"
"Yes."
"Why?"
"It's just embarrassing. It's like peeing your pants."
"Is it? Urine is refuse. This milk is a sign of life. Our children will feed on it. Will it shame you to feed them?"
"Of course not."
"Good. Now, tell me what you see."
Rin stared at the mirror. She knew what he was after now. She could just say what he wanted to hear. "I see breasts that leak life."
He narrowed his eyes at her and pinched her nipple once again. She gasped. "You do not sound sincere."
"O-Of course I am," she half-lied.
"Do you want my mouth or not?"
"Sesshoumaru, I said what you wanted to hear. Now stop teasing."
He shook his head. "Not until you believe it." He tore back the other side of her kimono, exposing both breasts so lewdly to the mirror. He grasped the previously hidden nipple and pinched both hard, causing her to pulled herself back into his chest as she gripped his hips harder. He continued pulling and pinching, and it was more pain than pleasure at this point. All the while, her breasts leaked liquid gold, and it dribbled down her breasts, the bunch silk beneath them sopping them up. It was as if he had struck oil and he was determined to pull up every precious drop. Still, she wanted his mouth on her to suck away the tightness and ache.
"I-I see anticipation for our girls!" He stopped his sweet torture on her breasts, listening. "Colostrum or milk—whatever seeps out—it means my body is ready and waiting for our babies, and it just can't wait to meet them. Having so much that it leaks—it's a gift. It means I'll have enough for both girls." Science might disagree with her on that, but maybe Sesshoumaru would accept the feeling behind it, at least.
Apparently, he did, because he removed her hands from his hips and then moved to her side, where a droplet of colostrum had ceased its path, dangling from the bottom of her breast. He stuck out his tongue and caught the droplet, running it over his teeth.
Rin blinked at him in awe. "W-What's it taste like?"
"Salty."
He then proceeded to lick the trail it had left, and she wondered if his demon tongue could taste that extra hint of salt in the faint residue. He teased the soft flesh with his teeth, and Rin moaned, grabbing his head so that he stayed there.
Without removing his lips from her breast, Sesshoumaru removed her hands from him and placed them at her hips. "Do not touch," he repeated, his lips so feather-light against her skin and his breath so warm against his saliva on her that goosebumps arose, tightening the skin of her breast even more than it already was.
"Sesshoumaruuu," she whined. "Why aren't you sucking?"
"Patience. I too was promised a treat," he said, proceeding to lick all the other trails of colostrum that had dripped down her body until his tongue had carved paths all over her belly and breasts, creating chilly avenues that offset the heat of her skin.
Finally, finally, he latched onto her nipple. He cushioned his teeth with his lips, sucking it and pulling liquid out, and oh, was this how it felt to breastfeed? It was strange and yet…so natural.
He moved a finger down to her curls and gently teased her clit as he moved to the other breast, laving it with attention. Such stimulation right over her heart and her groin—she swore she was going to pass out again from it.
But she remained standing, even as a ball of pressure built within her nub.
"So close," she murmured.
But it was the wrong this to say.
He popped her nipple out of his mouth and pulled away his finger so quickly that she cried out at the loss of them.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he returned to his spot behind her.
He moved her hands back from her thighs to his. "Moving onto the main event." Before she could stop him, he ripped the silk belt off her waist, causing the kimono to part like a curtain around her belly. He pulled the kimono back until it was hanging only by the sleeves on her arms.
She stood essentially naked before the mirror—a sight she had seen plenty of times during her pregnancy, but now with Sesshoumaru at her back, it only made her more self-conscious of the dark line bisecting her stomach, her protruding belly button, and the dark veins standing out against her pale skin.
"What do you see?" he asked again.
"An ugly udder," she answered miserably.
"Incorrect. That deserves a punishment."
"What kind of punishment?"
He nudged her legs apart with his knee and swiped his fingers through her wet core, causing her to jump. He rubbed their fluids over his fingers and then spread her butt cheeks open. She gasped. "Sesshoumaru, wa-OH!" she cried out as one finger wormed into her puckered ring. He curled against her sphincter, the edge of his claw lightly scraping her insides, and she clenched against him.
"As I thought. Not enough of a punishment," he sighed, wiggling a second finger inside.
Rin groaned as he stretched her, and this time, there was a slight pain as he filled her. One of her hands twitched off his hips to move to her front and rub herself, but his free hand slapped down against hers, keeping it pinned to his side.
"Not yet. Not until I hear what I need."
"Fine, it's a big, beautiful belly for of life," she said in a rush.
He stared at her flatly from over her shoulder. "Your words ring hollow. You will not win this challenge that way." He continued to pump her ass as he brought his free hand to his cock and stroked it.
"W-What do you plan to do?" she asked. As intriguing as these sensations felt, she wouldn't ever come from him just fingering her anus. But perhaps that was the point.
"Let's take this slowly," he said, still pumping them both without losing a beat. "Do you find our daughters beautiful?"
"Of course!"
"Then why is the womb that houses them any different?"
"But…that's not them. It's me."
"How else are they to come into being without you?"
Rin sighed. "I understand what you're saying, Sesshoumaru, and I agree—pregnancy itself is a beautiful thing. But my body—"
"Is equally as beautiful."
"No, it's not. Look at all these stretch marks!" she protested, eyeing the white crevices etched into her skin. "Look at that linea nigra!"
He suddenly removed his fingers from her backside and brought them around to her front, tracing the dark line on her belly and leaving a wet trail in their wake. "Why are you allowed to admire my markings, but I cannot admire yours?"
She froze. "I…didn't think of it that way."
"Nor did I before you stroked the stripes on my cheek that first time," he answered. "They were simply a part of my skin. As are your marks, temporary though they may be."
Rin bit her lips. "I suppose when you put it that way…they're not that bad."
He smiled softly, and she gasped, bucking forward slightly as his new erection poked at her backside. He wouldn't enter me there, would he?
"Good. For that, you get a little reward."
He slid his cock through the gap in her legs, pushing them closer together, so that the head of his shaft peeked through the triangle of her legs on the other side. She had a perfect view of it in the mirror. She moaned as he thrust back and forth, rubbing against the sticky juncture of her thighs.
"So wet. An excellent lubricant if I need to punish you again," he said.
"Wait, what?" she gasped. "You wouldn't." She could barely contain him in her vagina—she didn't think she could take his whole girth in her anus.
"I would, if you don't give me the correct answer." Still, though, he continued to thrust between them, and that pink little head poking out like a naked mole rat from its burrow had her womb tightening to the point of pain. If he would just angle himself a bit higher, he could slip inside…. "What do you see?" he repeated.
"I see…a unique opportunity."
"Oh?" he asked, his pace slowing as he concentrated on her words.
"A chance for you to appreciate certain…aspects of my body for only a few months."
"What aspects?" he pressed, reaching around her front to stroke her pearl. The walls of her womb contracted in pleasure, though for a second, she feared it was an actual contraction. No, no, that would be painful. This…this is pure pleasure. She pressed her thighs tighter, making it impossible for Sesshoumaru to push through her gap any longer.
"Oh? You don't want that anymore?" he asked, positioning himself at the entrance to her ass.
"No, wait, Sesshoumaru—"
He pushed just the head inside, and Rin cried out, gripping his hips so tightly, she accidentally jerked him forward, pushing him even further into her body.
Pleasure-pain spiked from her stretched walls as she squeezed around him, unsure if she was trying to suck him in or push him back out. But then he flicked her clit again, and the wave of pleasure from her front crashed against the stuffed sensation from the back, confusing her with what she was supposed to be feeling.
"What aspects?" he repeated, a patient teacher with a distracted pupil.
"Leaky breasts for you to lap up," she gasped as he continued to push forward into her sphincter.
He pulled back then, and her walls cried in relief. He rubbed her nub, circling it continuously now. "What else?"
"A belly button for you to suck on."
"Hmm, I had not thought of that. Well done." He strummed her clit faster, his rear movements completely stilled.
She couldn't think straight as her knees knocked involuntarily from the pleasure. "Stretch marks for you to trace with your tongue!"
"Good," he said, pulling out a little more until just the tip was hanging inside her. He took her nub and rubbed it between his fingers.
"I see…I see…a body that's only possible…when a man and a woman love each other like we do! The bigger and rounder, the more proof of our love!"
He stopped stroking just then, his clear, wide-eyed gaze meeting her hazy, lust-filled one in their reflection. "You love me?" he asked.
"Oh, I do, Sesshoumaru, I do. I love you so much," she whimpered.
He pulled out of her backside so fast, she barely had time to appreciate the relief of the emptiness before he spread her legs and plunged into her waiting sex. She cried out as he rammed into her, and he moved his free hand beneath her belly to support her as he pounded into her. Her breasts bounced obscenely in the mirror, colostrum trailing from both nipples now, running down her breasts and jumping to her belly.
"I love you, Rin," he grunted as he thrust. "I will love you no matter your shape. I will never stop. Do you understand?"
"I do!" she gasped as he resumed stroking her slit. "And I love that you want me to love myself too. Oh gods, Sesshoumaru, I don't deserve you!" she screamed as she came in a flood of fireworks shooting off in womb and vision, her mind going numb as they blinded her with starry afterimages.
"No…I do not deserve you. But once more…we must agree to disagree," he ground out as he bucked into her. "Tell me once more, Rin, so that I may spill myself to your words."
"I love you, Sesshoumaru," she answered softly, and as he promised, he shot his warm seed into her waiting womb. They stood there for several seconds, just staring at each other in the mirror and panting. Then, Sesshoumaru pulled out, and she clenched against his loss. Semen gushed out of her opening, her body far too filled with children and his previous load to hold everything he had.
Rin looked at all the fluids mixing on her body—sweat and colostrum mingling on her chest, her juices wetting the hair of her sex, and his essence dripping down her legs.
She looked disgusting.
She looked loved.
She looked beautiful.
AN: And there you have it, folks—the long-awaited make-up(?) sex. I hope it was acceptable and that the double-round made up for some of the wait. 😆 More to come~ 😘