Muted sunlight momentarily peeks from behind a crack in the clouds and sneaks through the door left ajar, spreading its light across the polished floor. Wide brown eyes focus on the spinning and swirling dust motes that are suddenly illuminated and she stops mid-stride. Turning on her heel she bursts through the sliding doors and sucks in a lungful of the brisk morning air. The only sounds are the hollow pounding of her feet across the porch, and then, softer, her bounding down a short, twisting dirt path and into the forest below.
The clouds have encroached upon the pale sunbeam by the time she hits the tree line, but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. The forest is cloaked in the twilight of many kinds of tall pine trees, all so different looking from one another. Pockets of snow intersperse her peripheral as flashes of white while she runs downhill. She freezes for a moment and listens for her pursuer with her breath puffing out white in front of her.
"Run," she could still hear his whisper echoing through the trees. Her pulse pounding in her chest as her legs carry her as fast as they can. Finally, from behind she can hear the predator's footsteps, slow and precise. She isn't fooled, however; she knows this beast, knows how easily he'll be able to catch up with her. Looking around frantically she spies a hole in the hillside and sprints towards it.
She dives into the small interior, no more than a dug-out den just big enough to hide her if she curls up into a ball. Taking deep breaths she tries to slow down her heart rate knowing he can easily hear the blood pumping through her veins. She's just starting to be able to hear beyond the throb in her ears when a twig breaks on the ground above her. Rin squeezes her eyes shut and holds her breath.
A white specter stalks through the forest hot on the trail of the breathless young woman. Here he finds a footprint in the soft mud, and there, a low branch hangs broken, breadcrumbs that will be her undoing. The hunter's brows crease in an imperceptible frown. He tilts his head to the right, picking up on a frantic, fluttering sound on the edge of his hearing. Turning, he heads towards it, noticing a line in the leaf litter, another telltale sign that his prey is close by.
He takes another meticulous step, and another, slowly climbing up the mound of dirt that shows evidence of a recent disturbance. He isn't trying to hide his noises anymore, he knows she can hear him. And with every sound he makes he can hear that fluttering increase. Cresting the top of the small hill he scents the air and smirks to himself as he hears a muffled gasp from beneath his feet. The beast lowers himself down over edge of earth and reaches down….
Rin's scream is high pitched as she's pulled out of the ground by the back of her neck and deposited onto the grass above her hiding spot. Suddenly her view is filled with the ethereal beauty of the thing chasing her through this forest. Her eyes go wide as his mouth descends to her neck, saliva gleaming off elongated fangs for just a moment. Surprisingly gentle, the murderous points nip and graze at the soft skin under her ear. He kisses his way down her neck, tasting the pulse underneath her skin as it pounds against his tongue. An involuntary rumble goes through his chest, vibrating against Rin and drawing a shudder from her. She feels the predator's lips twitch in something of a smile. He can smell the adrenaline bitter on her skin, but it does nothing to mask the scent of her desire, decadent and heavy, underneath.
The unearthly assailant flips her onto her back and Rin's breath catches in her throat. Panic floods her veins but she cannot deny there is some other excitement building in her as well. When pale, clawed hands roughly tear away her tattered yukata in one fluid movement her back arches involuntarily. The blood pumping through her body seems to pool particularly in one area and she doesn't stop the whimper that breaks from her lips. The animal hovering above her gives a satisfied snarl when she pushes her exposed chest towards him. He takes a moment to sit back and admire the sight before him.
His prey is caught and vulnerable, taking shallow and ragged breaths. Her skin is flushed from her face down to her toes. She rubs her thighs together desperately seeking friction and relief. Huge brown orbs stare into his own golden ones with a silent plea, and when she chews on her bottom lip he can feel his length harden in response. He lays both of his palms on either side of her head enclosing her with his limbs and leans down until their noses touch. He lays a feather light, chaste kiss on her lips and purrs in her ear, "If I didn't know better, trespasser, I'd say you wanted me to catch you…" She squirms underneath his body, unsure if she can keep up pretense of this role play. She reaches up and threads her fingers through his hair then squeezes tight and pulls his lips to her own. The dull stinging of his scalp and her sudden boldness add a heaviness to the knot already laying low in his own stomach.
Rin's tongue slips out and begs entrance to his mouth and he's happy to oblige. It's now his turn to whimper as she traces his fangs lightly before twisting around and exploring his mouth. Their tongues dance together inflaming their passion. She pulls away gasping with her hands on either side of his face. She reaches up to press a kiss to the moon on his forehead and then trails her lips to reach his ear, running her fingers over the pointed tips. "I can think of no woman, human or demon, who would deny a chance to succumb to the jaws of the mighty Lord Sesshomaru," she smiles into the shell of his ear.
A chill runs through Sesshomaru at his wife's lusty words. He brings a hand down to her hip and lightly rakes his claws up her side and before cupping her breast. He stares down into her eyes with wide pupils as he rolls her nipple between his fingers. "Is this what drives such insolence?" it's a statement to himself, a shadow darkening his eyes as he regards her. "And what of you, Rin? Do you desire to be rendered replete by the jaws of your Lord?" he punctuates this question with a cruel pinch of both her nipples and a thrust of his hips against her own. She lets out a moan in answer and smiles a shy smile.
"Rin is yours to do with as you please, Sesshomaru-sama," her voice is husky and despite her answer she cannot hide the urgent hunger in her eyes. The demon lord smiles to himself when he sees that look, the irony not lost on him. He kisses her deeply and laces his fingers between her own. He pulls her arms up over her head pressing the backs of her hands into the cool damp earth. "Do not move," he murmurs almost inaudibly.
"Yes, my Lord," Rin's shaky voice replies. In less than an instant the weight of his body is gone and back again above her. Bereft his layers of clothing and armor he kneels between her legs wearing nothing but his fur draped over one shoulder. Rin's core clenches as her eyes greedily take him in. He catches her eye and gives her a genuine grin, flashing fang and causing her to blush. Sesshomaru leans down and takes a rosy nipple in his mouth and sucks on it gently, taking care around his lengthened teeth. Again, Rin's back arches off the ground, but she keeps her arms in place and all her attention focuses on his mouth on her skin. He moves to take her other nipple between his lips, his touch even lighter now. She wants more, wants to feel the graze of teeth, the stinging of claws, the exquisite agony of a tiny drop of poison burning into her skin. Was that not why they were playing this game to begin with? A devilish smile crept upon her face.
Feeling mischievous she brings her hands down to once again tangle into his silky-smooth hair. A rumble sounds, low and threatening and Sesshomaru's eyes open to meet hers. Rin is usually not one to disobey his orders; he narrows his eyes and jerks his head back away from her. She squeezes both hands, hard, and keeps his face between the valley of her breasts.
"Who is this that finds a woman in his home and stalks her through the forest, only to handle her with more care than a porcelain doll? Surely, this cannot be the great dog demon?" she teases him in a playful tone. "I had been under the impression that the Lord of the West showed no mercy to trespassers..." she puts a thoughtful finger to her lip and bats not-so-innocent eyelashes at him.
"Rin," he growls and this time there is a warning to his tone, "you should be careful what you wish for." Rin notices a glint of something feral in his eyes and the next instant she's being pushed upright against a tree, Sesshomaru's face inches from hers. The bark bites into her backside and she lets out a startled gasp. She doesn't think she'll ever get used to her husband's more inhuman qualities and she honestly hopes she never will. She feels rather than sees the softness of his fur wrapping around both her wrists.
"Certainly I cannot allow this kind of crime to go unpunished. I shall make an example of you, Rin," his voice is a deep liquid in her ears, and she vaguely is aware that her arms have once again been wrenched above her head. She trembles as the other end of the furry appendage snakes its way down from a branch above her head and wraps tightly around her stomach. Rin lifts her chin to look her lover in the eye, and he bends down to lightly rub his nose against hers. "What is your safe word my darling?" he whispers against her mouth.
"Red, my Lord," Rin answers, eyes widening in excitement. He softly smiles before grabbing a handful of her hair.
"Then this Sesshomaru will show you how to scream for his forgiveness," he says and roughly grabs her breast. His nails dig in hard enough to draw tiny drops of blood and Rin inhales sharply, wincing. The heat building between her thighs spikes and she's grateful for the support around her waist when her knees buckle. Sesshomaru captures her gasp crashing his lips down upon hers while slowly tracing his index finger around her breasts and down her stomach. A stinging pain trails his hand and Rin lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a shout as she sees angry red ribbons coming to life on her skin.
"Please, Sesshomaru-sama…" Rin pleads as her heartbeat speeds up. Sesshomaru cocks his head to the side hyper focused on all the involuntary sounds her body makes. He releases the iron grip he has on her scalp and massages the area before raking his fingers through her locks. He tilts her face towards his with a knuckle under her chin and kisses her with a sweetness he rarely indulged. Slowly he drops to his knees in front of her, licking and kissing his way down the red stripe that ends just above her bellybutton. Each movement brings a sweet, cooling relief. Rin can't help but revel in the wanton satisfaction that comes every time her Lord pulls her from one to extreme to another. He nips at the side of her navel letting his fang catch and pull on her skin.
"Oh, Rin," he chuckles lightly under his breath and the ensuing puff of warm air on her cold skin sends a tremor through her body. He peppers long and wet kisses from her navel to her center, but instead of touching her where she wants him to, he simply blows a soft breath against her there. He looks up from under his bangs, eyes locking with her watery gaze. There is a hardness to his stare when he tells her, "Your torment hasn't even begun. This one will be happy to teach you what it is to truly beg." Roughly he spreads her legs putting her delicious and dripping core on full display. He unconsciously licks his lips and it takes some effort to slow down his own movements.
Achingly slow Sesshomaru begins marking Rin's inner thighs with his mouth. Pale flesh between his teeth, mouth working and sucking, a string of red blotches bloom on her right thigh and then her left, ending just at the juncture of her core. He slips an arm underneath her leg and reaches out to pull her lips apart. He takes a moment to appreciate the engorged little pearl at the top of her slit. He can hear the blood rushing through her body as it throbs in his face. Starting on her left this time, he snakes his tongue out and licks both of her lips. Sesshomaru pulls his head back and fixes her gaze with austere eyes turned a darkened amber. The cold breeze against her wetness makes her shiver but the pleading, desperation in her stare is what draws a shiver from Sesshomaru. She's trying to communicate silently with him and pretty as she is, he longs for the delicious blush to rise to her cheeks once more.
"Tell your Lord what it is you want, Rin," he whispers, his voice hoarse with lust and not breaking eye contact. Above him Rin squirms and bites her lip; talking dirty had always made her slightly uncomfortable. She was sure he was well aware of that and she felt her womanhood pulse in response.
"I-I want Lord Sesshomaru to use his tongue on me," she stutters out, panting. He hums in reply and laps his tongue up and down her inner thigh. "Like this?" he asks, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. Rin drops her head and narrows her eyes at her husband. Her frustration coils around the knot in his stomach. He gives her an encouraging smirk and runs his hands up and down her legs. She looks away and mumbles something under her breath, embarrassment creeping up her neck and spreading across her face.
"I couldn't quite hear you little one. You'll have to speak up," his eyes are burning into hers and she can't help but notice the sinister twist to his lips. Rin's face flushes bright red and it takes her a moment to find her voice. When she does it's her turn to fix her husband with a dark, lusting stare.
"This one wishes for Sesshomaru-sama to lick her brazen cunt until she cums in his mouth," her words are shaky but her declaration is firm. He regards her curiously, eyebrows twitching, and draws two claws down the back of her leg from her cheek to her knee. Rin notices this and knows what it is he's after. "Please, Lord Sesshomaru, lick my cunt until I cum. Please, I need to feel your tongue on my clit," she's whining and twisting against his moko and he can begin to taste her despondency on his palate like a fine wine. He gifts her one of his rare genuine smiles and he cannot hide the pride in it.
He doesn't look away from her eyes as he leans forward and gives her a long and slow lick from the bottom of her all the way to the top. His tongue circles her engorged and glistening nub and her hips buck to meet him as she lets out a low moan. He uses one hand to hold her knee back against the tree, stretching her tight hole and exposing even more of her to his clever ministrations. His left hand reaches up and ever so slowly dips one finger into her wetness. He crooks his finger inside of her, finding the spot that makes her entire body clench. He gives an appreciative hum when he applies pressure and she cries out. Her hips stutter again, hard, her body aching to take in more of him. Sesshomaru removes his finger and spreads the dampness he found there up to the top of her slit. She feels disappointment at the emptiness as Sesshomaru once again uses his slender fingers to pull her lips apart, hard. Her tender clit is exposed to the biting air and she hears her demon lover's deep sigh at the sight of it.
Sesshomaru pulls his lips back and bares fangs before his tongue reaches out to dance back and forth across the tip of his most precious of jewels. Rin shouts and screws her eyes shut tight as the tightness in her torso begins to build. Her heart rate starts to increase and so does the pace of the fluttering movements of his appendage. He flicks at her up and down now, and inhumanly fast. It does not take long for her low groans to increase to shouts and then screams of his names as she comes. He replaces his finger along with another as she clenches down around him. She rides down the other side of her orgasm but finds herself shivering again as he locks his jaws around her clit once more.
"Please, Sesshomaru-sama, I can't anymore, don't make me!" her cries turning to shrieks that fall on deaf ears. She tries to push her thighs together but his steel grip is no match for her. Another orgasm racks through her without warning and white light shocks through her every nerve ending. Her back arches unnaturally into Sesshomaru's mouth and he purrs in appreciation, the vibrations sending her vision into stars. "Please, my Lord, I cannot anymo-aaaahhh!" her pleas devolved into wordless shouting.
"Is this woman truly sorry for her intrusion?" his words have a mocking tone as he pulls back just enough to murmur against her skin.
"Y-Yes Lord Sesshomaru," she shouts as his tongue delves deep inside her hole. "I am s-so sorry. Please forgive me my Lord!" Her whole body is trembling as he finally he remits his delightful torment. He gently places her leg back to the ground and slowly unwinds his pelt from her body while he stands. Her legs are like jelly and she collapses, gratefully, into his arms.
Sesshomaru lays Rin down on her back on top of his soft pelt. The scent of her arousal and sweat mix into an intoxicant that pulls him to the crook of her neck. He is only partially aware of wrapping her legs around his hips and not for the first time is slightly alarmed at how easily this woman is able to put him in such a state. With the same automatic movements he reaches down adjusting himself so just his tip slips between her quivering walls. Rin squeezes her legs trying to pull him into her as deeply as she can. This movement, too, is involuntary but there is nothing alarming about the naturalness of it to her.
He wants to fight her, pull away from her just to hear her sweet whine and watch her tight hole clench onto empty air. He is far too drunk on her for that kind of agony and gives in to his own abandon, sheathing himself completely inside her in one effortless movement. One of Rin's hands reaches for the back of his neck and the other grabs onto his shoulder while she presses her lips against his own. He drags his hips back and thrusts into her again, harder this time, and in sync with his tongue which probes her mouth. She greedily sucks in his tongue and meets his thrust with a roll of her own hips. Her hand makes its way down his bicep and squeezes, grounding herself in the feel of all that strength just under her fingertips. Her other hand drops down his clavicle to the hard plane of his chest. All at once she snakes her arm around his side and pulls herself up, pushing her chest against his and digging her nails into his back. The demon lets out a low snarl.
He sets a slow pace pulling almost completely out before languidly pushing back inside. Rin lets loose a soft groan and brushes her nose against the point of his ear. A spasm racks him down to his toes as it always does when her breath brushes his ear. And just as every other time he falls under her spell for a handful of moments. Sesshomaru twines his fingers in her long brown hair while turning to place his nose into her hair just behind her ear, taking deep and insistent inhales. Her scent is like a drug melting away at the edges of his careful restraint, a kind of poison in it's own right. Somewhere far away he can feel her fingertips in his shoulder blades and her hips writhing faster against his own. When Rin runs the tip of her tongue along the edge of his ear and grazes the tip of it with her teeth an exquisite shudder shakes through every muscle from his scalp to his toes and back again. The shaking pulls him from his stupor just as his hips begin increasing his rhythm, unconsciously matching hers. Rin's breathy moans begin to get louder and more encouraging and he stops himself.
"Wicked girl," he half moans out, untangling her arms from his back he roughly grips her wrists in one of his hands and pushes her back against his fur, "you almost make me forget myself," he whispers into her ear while pinning her hands above her head. Smirking evilly, he pulls back and out of her and digs claws into her calves. His frustration with her is only half feigned as he pushes her legs to the ground. His pelt snakes its way across her skin and down her back, this time working all the way to her ankles and pulling them apart wide. Rin winces at the sensation of small rocks and sticks scraping against her backside, and at the coldness of the ground beneath her. She tries to close her legs in protest but his moko remains rigid and does not let her move an inch. The velvet texture contradicting the strength of the muscle underneath makes her think of her husband's other parts. Pouting she bends her knees and pushes her hips upward, the wickedness he just commented on shining in her eye.
"Enough!" his voice is low but the threat in his tone is sharp as a blade. With a flash of green light his power surges across her skin. Every hair on her body comes to attention and her eyes widen with a very real fear. She cannot help the small yip that comes out when she immediately drops her hips to the ground. He would never admit it to anyone but it is the cutest sound he has ever heard. It pairs with the metallic tang of actual terror pervading her scent and Sesshomaru's beast howls to life. He lets out a growl and wraps his fingers around her neck, squeezing out another squeak from her delicate throat. His cock twitches in appreciation against Rin's thigh.
There is a cold fury in his eyes when he locks her gaze and tightens his grip on her windpipe. Her eyes are the size of saucers and her mouth opens and closes in a vain attempt to get a breath. Confusion begins to cloud her eyes and her panic is so strong now that Sesshomaru can taste it on the back of his tongue. He lets go of her throat and pulls up her hips, roughly thrusting all the way inside of her. Rin coughs and chokes her way back from the edge of unconsciousness. Almost immediately upon ending her coughing fit she finds has to fight back her orgasm. She's afraid to think of what he might do if she were to climax without asking first.
Rin lets out a deep moan as she feels her husband's length twitch and grow inside of her. She looks above her into eyes that have bled into red and turquoise. His whole body trembles and she knows it's taking all of his control not to change. Rin stills her body and takes a deep breath keeping her eyes locked with his. She captures her lips in her teeth again and looks up at him thoughtfully before lowering her eyes. "Please forgive this one, my Lord," and the quiver in her voice belies the strain of fighting off the heat of pleasure in her belly and the icy dread squeezing her heart. She punctuates her submission by rolling her head to one side and exposing the frantic pulse in her neck to the Lord of the West.
At this display the beast takes over in his mind and Sesshomaru lets out an inhuman roar. His claws stab into her bottom and he begins to piston himself into her. Silver hair begins to swirl around him as his energy builds. Rin's jaw drops, transfixed at the harrowing and beautiful might of the daiyoukai. Her eyes are huge and she doesn't know how she's able to find the words when she speaks in a breathy whisper,"Please Lord Sesshomaru, please, may I cum?"
Her sweet words are honey in his ears and he tastes blood on his lip when he has to bite back his own gratification. He leans over her and kisses her forehead lightly with a gentleness reserved for her and her alone. He pulls back and nods slowly looking deep into her eyes. "Do not look away," he whispers quietly. There's an urgency to his stare and an undeniable warmth even in demon form. Rin can feel the heat of it physically and the sensation careens her over the edge. Obedient and unblinking she stutters over the syllables of his name. She squeezes down on her husband hard and his movements speed up to a brutal pace, his hips becoming a blur. Rin feels a stretching sensation as Sesshomaru grows larger inside of her and her face twists in uncertainty. At first she's sure she must be imagining it, but the fullness increases and the change quickly becomes undeniable. She thinks he must have truly lost control playing this game with her and is about to transform while he's inside of her. The idea should terrify her but in this moment the thought of seeing her magnificent Lord leaning over her in his true form sends her crashing into a deeper, more depraved climax. A blush still creeps to her cheeks.
His thrusts fall out of rhythm when the shame mingles with her scent. Grabbing her hips, he delves deeper into her one last time. Rin was not completely wrong, for a transformation is taking place inside of her. Red eyes stay locked on hers as he wraps his arm around her and pulls her into his embrace. The heavenly stretching intensifies and Rin cannot stop herself from bucking and writhing on him. His cock jerks inside of her with every spurt sending her another wave of pleasure. Sesshomaru can feel both his seed and his energy pumping into her. He keeps her held tight to his chest as he gently collapses on his side. He closes his eyes and lays a kiss on the top of her head.
While her orgasm subsides Rin tries to pull back but her Lord keeps her from moving. "What is happening?" she whispers between gasps. Sesshomaru shifts to lay his leg over her hip and sighs. He strokes her hair and pulls away just enough to meet her eye. She smiles up into his once again golden stare. His own lips turn upward when he tells her, "I'm making sure to pup you." Her smile breaks into a grin and she can't help it when throws her arm around his neck and pulls herself up to meet his lips. Both of them wince at the ensuing sharp and unpleasant tug.
"We should play these kinds of games more often, my Lord," Rin giggles as she nestles back into his arms. Sesshomaru nods and smiles to himself. After seeing how responsive she has been to his beast this morning he has a feeling he knows what the source of that secret shame in her scent was all about. Indeed, he thinks as he feels his blood finally begin to recede and cool, but he hums his agreement. He is still warm enough to keep her comfortable as the two of them lay on the forest floor, taking in the fresh smell of the pines around them. He lays kisses all over her face and quietly professes his love for her before taking her in his arms and walking them back to their home. She is asleep before he crosses the threshold. He gently places her down on their futon and lays beside her, fatigue from their encounter seeping into his own limbs. Not for the first time he muses to himself on the perfection of his mate. He thinks he'd be happy to spend all of eternity right in this moment with her, an entire immortal lifetime in this room. He cannot find the energy to scold himself about such ridiculous thoughts before sleep takes over his mind as well. And for the first time perhaps ever, Sesshomaru falls asleep with a smile on his lips.