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Chapter 26: Anomaly


She stopped her crawl as pain shot up her leg. Gasping, Rin glanced at her foot. Still fresh and swollen from the previous night's tumble, her ankle opposed even the slightest of movements. Thankfully, however, the damage done could only amount to a severe sprain.

It didn't matter though, because Rin had managed to grab hold of herself by this point. She looked up, watching as Sesshoumaru closed the distance between them with patient steps. What was meant to happen tonight would happen. Even though she had prepared her mind to be with Bankotsu, she needed to pull it together and accept that it was Sesshoumaru. For this one night of discomfort, her debt would be paid, and it would be thanks to this demon that she had come to know over the last half year. Her expression softened without her knowledge as she dwelled on the nicety. At least she knew him.

And yes, she thought, what a small price to pay to live under Kodachi without risk of being sold into lower slave trades. She may not ever be truly free in this life, but really, who has ever been truly free? If she left, she would no longer be free of hunger, or free of danger. She would be starved for companionship and purpose. Perhaps, this was what's best for her.

As the demon came within inches of her shivering form, Rin curled herself into a ball – as much as her ankle would allow – until Sesshoumaru knelt down, engulfing her within his shadow.

She tightly closed her eyes, unable to take the tension that accompanied staring him straight in the face.

Thoughts returning, she continued to ponder. In this world of sacrifice, she would at least be safe. She would be fed. She would have work. She would even have companionship.

And when she thought of Sesshoumaru, rather than Kohaku, or Izayoi-sama, or anyone else when she thought of companionship…

She questioned her sanity.

Before she had the chance to be pulled from her thoughts, the soon-to-be Geisha was forcefully wrenched by the arm towards immense warmth, white silk, and silver strands. And as Rin's hands instinctively shot out to put distance between her chest and that of Sesshoumaru's, the curve of his lips had found her neck. Nostrils flared as Sesshoumaru inhaled deeply, thoroughly; assessing her scent.

Her heart pounded in spurts of uncertainty as the crevice between Sesshoumaru's nose and lips religiously followed the trail that Bankotsu had previously claimed. His tongue, every so often covering spots of interest. Rin slowly began to understand.

"H-He only kissed me… And saw me…," she said meekly, reaching to close the ever-widening gap in her neckline, only to be stopped by her oppressor.

Sesshoumaru ominously lifted his head to eye her disapprovingly.

"Don't move," he ordered, as he released her hand, fully opening her kimono down to the waistline sash, revealing both the kiss marks of Bankotsu... and her bare chest.

Rin quickly threw her reddened face to the side, too ashamed and bitter to watch him study her. She knew that this engagement between them was insignificant, to him at least. And she couldn't bear to see disgust on his face while he mulled over her most intimate of areas. She couldn't bear to watch him as he prepared her for defloration without a trace of intimacy, or even desire it seemed, upon his face. For some reason, Rin was especially sensitive to his opinion of her. Pain crossed her face as a thought plagued her mind - that Sesshoumaru was here for the sole purpose of appeasing his father.

He probably didn't even want to touch her.


Sesshoumaru's hands gripped both of Rin's arms, holding her in place while her body began shaking from renewed vulnerability. Her breasts lifted and fell with each breath, taunting him. They were small, though perfectly round and shaped; innocently aroused by the cool air. After a moment of undignified staring, he lowered his face to just above her right bosom. Scenting the final traces of Bankotsu, Sesshoumaru licked the afflicted area roughly, so as to replace the offending scent with his own. He growled with satisfaction, causing the pitiable thing in his grasp to freeze with terror. For Sesshoumaru, this situation was deplorably fulfilling. Never before had he disgraced himself like his father, or his younger brother, by mingling with human women. To him, the human race ranked well below the ground he stood upon, and to mix pure demon blood with that of a human's was far more disgraceful to a lineage than anything he had seen thus far.

But this woman, this human woman, smelled so sweet to him. Her pheromones were filled with apprehension, sexual maturity, and... fear. He smiled into her chest devilishly as her heart rate flared up from his tightening grip.

Fear was so beautiful, and so very hard to come by in these situations naturally. Demon females were difficult to subjugate, and even then, they could be fucked into the grave before giving off the slightest scent of fear. But this... this so very human reaction... was a surprisingly tempting treat.

He pulled her closer to him, slowly, in such a fashion that the curve of her spine met the curve of his abdomen. He positioned himself to sit on the ground so that Rin's body could rest fully between his legs; the ill-matched pair now sitting upright upon the tatami floor. Sesshoumaru pressed his nose into her hair, locating the base of her neck before taking in her sweet scent once more. And as if to add syrupy fuel to the sultry fire, the girl let slip a surprised, and yet, slightly aroused, moan. He was suddenly filled with uncontrollable desire. He wanted to ravish her.

Possessively, in reaction to her cry, he drew her in even more, so tight and so close that their bodies were forced to relent breathing space to the other. Eager claws found and caressed the small mounds of delicate flesh, circularly, igniting uncertain arousal within Rin. Her scent flooded the gaps between their bodies, swarming dog demon's senses. As if encouraged by such wafts of feminine musk, Sesshoumaru's hand dropped to explore the flesh below Rin's abdomen, the lower half of her body that was still wrapped and protected weakly by silken cloth.

"Sesshoumaru-sama, please...," Rin's voice trembled as one of her shaking palms gained leverage from his thigh. The other latched fearfully onto his south-bound fingertips. And though her scent was still filled with fear, the little bit of arousal that had just appeared from Sesshoumaru's previous touch, quickly waned.

She was begging him to stop.

And it was music to his cruel ears.

Sesshoumaru so eagerly wanted to rip off the remains of her kimono and make her cry out with disdain even more. Louder, sharper... uglier. However, he would not allow himself to act so impulsively. That was the difference between his daiyoukai status and that of standard youkai. He had the ability to control his demonic and animalistic tendencies.

And it was true — as he had concluded nights ago — that he did, indeed, want this woman's sex. He had admitted to himself that much, at least. But if he were to treat her as he was accustomed to treating bed mates, in Rin's likely injury, he would jeopardize the deal with his father. Although slightly disappointing, it was in his best interest to keep the human comfortable, regardless if he truly desired her approval or not.

With all of this in mind, his lips scraped her ear as he growled soothingly, "I want you," before using one hand to retrace back up to her afflicted breast.

The words alone seemed to re-instate her arousal, while the continued caressing increased it. His other hand resumed its plunge, untying her sash with ease before bringing a rush of cool air upon her groin. And as his talons met with the dual skin coverings of her most sensitive of areas, Rin's face shot straight up in the effort to retrieve his gaze. Surprised by her sudden need for eye contact, Sesshoumaru obliged, shifting his stare from Rin's supple waistline to her awaiting pupils. For a moment they just stared at each other. Timelessly.

Rin's stark brown eyes were wide and bloodshot, studying and communicating with his dominant pools of pure gold. Slightly shifting, her dilated pupils that were filled with anxiety begged his for some sort of retribution, some sort of assurance that he wasn't going to hurt her, and that he wouldn't be like those shadows that lingered in her past.

Sesshoumaru felt his face soften, however unwanted, at the physical manifestation of her innocence.

Guilt prodded the back of his mind but it gained no ground.

Finally, he sighed with annoyance. Decisively he put one arm around her shoulder, as to lock her into place, and lowered his lips to hers. Soft, smooth, and warm, this contact fueled his own desire, as well as hers. He could feel Rin going numbly rigid in his arms as he kissed her deeply, and patiently. He licked and nipped, pretending to ask for permission to her mouth. Eventually, she parted, allowing his tongue entrance. By placing this small, meaningless step of their coupling into her control, Sesshoumaru gained a more willing participant.

Rin relaxed her body.


His hand began trailing once more, fondling the space between her legs lightly. Rin's grip tightened on his wrist as each new sensation sent shock waves of foreign and shameful pleasure up her frame. She jerked and jolted, while failing to stifle cries in between. Hot and uncomfortable, she pulled away from Sesshoumaru's kiss, forcing herself to look away as his fingers parted the folds of her womanhood. She squirmed as his cold claws brushed the throbbing walls of her sex, surprisingly making her hotter. Rin gasped as he felt for her entrance, tracing it tenderly with soft, though diligent fingers.

She could feel herself shake as her mind lapsed over itself. She couldn't understand anything except...

She liked what Sesshoumaru was doing to her.

The sudden sensations of pleasure and tenderness reverberated throughout her entire body, relaxing her and yet, filling her with desire of her own. She realized that she wanted him to continue.

And she hated herself for it.

In an instant he had stopped and removed himself from her. Slightly confused, and slightly disappointed, Rin looked back only to see Sesshoumaru disrobing himself, revealing his massive manhood to her. She quickly whipped her head back around, her heart pummeling through her chest as reality came rushing back to her, crashing through the sedation of pleasure. At a loss, she just sat there, disassociating and shaking, until she felt his arm loop around her waist. Without warning, he pulled back on her, causing her knees to come out from under her body, and forcing her arms to catch her fall. She was now on all fours.

Sesshoumaru maneuvered himself, making room to kneel between her legs.

Rin knew that the moment was coming. The moment that she had sworn she would give to Kohaku, and to Kohaku only. The anticipation was grueling as her mind flew to unwanted places. She recalled her past and her mother, the rape that she had witnessed as just a small girl. She recalled the girls in the pleasure district, who would often gossip about how much their first time hurt; how they bled and became ill, or about how rough and savage men could be throughout the act. She recalled the anatomical differences between demons in human form and regular humans.

There was no doubt that this would not feel good for her. Physically, or mentally.

Drawing in a breath, Rin subdued these feelings so that she may cope, just as Sesshoumaru's body folded over hers. He pushed down on her back so that her chest was on the floor, but kept her hips up with his other arm. The rounds of her cheeks and thighs were bare and pressed against his pelvis indefinitely by his sheer force. Chills began shivering up her body as his girth, curving under her and sliding over her clit, throbbed in wait.


Sesshoumaru grabbed the hair at the base of her neck and pulled on it, causing a cry to erupt past Rin's tired lips. He leaned over her and murmured softly, though sadistically,

"Be as vocal as you like...,"

He smirked as this visibly caught her off guard, causing her to strain her neck to look at him,

"I like it when my women scream."

He sealed such foul and concerning words with an impassioned kiss. One that contradicted every undertone that he had just conveyed. Rin, too wrapped up in every emotion, and lingering far too long over every little insinuation, could only begin to weep quietly as he pulled away from her.

Sesshoumaru positioned himself at her entrance even as salty tears enveloped his keen nose. He leaned back over her, a single clawed hand pushing her jaw towards him. Tear-filled eyes met him head on. Surprisingly, she was unashamed in showing these particular tears. And equally surprising, Sesshoumaru met these tears with a proclamation that even he couldn't have predicted.

"I will take care of you," he said, gently.

And now, as she looked up at him with confusion, he realized it was too late to take it back. He realized that some part of him, some softer part of him, was more undisciplined than the cruel and unmerciful part. This... this angered him. It was unacceptable. Had he sunk so low? Had the lust that he felt for this mortal only scratched the surface of how he must truly fee? He cursed himself for being so weak before pushing Rin's face into the ground, eliciting a pained groan from her.

He could not tolerate such weakness - that came from his father no doubt -to pass on to him. He would not tolerate it.

In his renewed fury, Sesshoumaru blindly pushed himself into Rin's unprepared body, forcefully; laying claim to her mizuage.

Rin screamed in agony and terror as the dignified, yet unbridled, demon reached the end of her passage abruptly, causing her convulse and collapse to floor in pain. He followed her to the ground as she cried; coming to his reserved senses as duty, responsibility, and dare he admit... shame, started to barrel forward from the part of him that he willed to be cut out. Sesshoumaru paused his movements.

Although her cries excited him, or rather, would have excited him under any other circumstances, he found himself at an impasse until he found a way to calm the girl down.

"Rin," he said her name, which was enough of a surprise in itself. She only hiccuped, pressing her face to the floor as she grappled with sharp pain.

The words plaguing his tongue were nothing short of, "Forgive me." But, he only allowed, "Relax," to come forth.

And as Rin slowly grew to calm, Sesshoumaru retreated out of her, and slid back in gradually, with supreme restraint. He continued this pattern obstinately until, after a long time, he began to hear moans of pleasure from his victim.

Shortly after, Rin began to rock back into him. Apparently yearning. Sesshoumaru instinctively sped up his thrusts, eliciting greater excitement from her, and from himself, in tandem.

"Ah, ah, ah!" she moaned after every meeting of his manhood to her wet core.

"Sesshoumaru... sama...Ah!" she groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain as he slammed into her harder, causing her butt and his thighs to clap upon each meeting. Harder and harder he pushed, retrieving louder and louder moans from Rin-

-until he finally came; spilling himself inside her now-used womanhood.

As sensations began to die down, as breaths began to catch and return to normal, Sesshoumaru wasted no time pulling himself out of her dripping core. Rin, however, could only stay on the ground and watch, expressionless, as the great dog lord clothed himself. She had known... from the time that he came through those doors tonight, that this is how he would leave.

He would leave her strewn, used, and without explanation. Without a goodbye.

Sesshoumaru met those expectations... But she didn't hate him for it. In fact, she understood why.

Afterall, what had just happened between them was nothing short of an anomaly.

Because already, she was aching for his touch...

...just as he was already aching for hers.

And neither of them could stand themselves for it.


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