Lessons Learned

Author: Shortey 83

Chapter: 35 – Anticipation and Arrival

Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim!

Author's Note: I liked the last chapter so much, I decided to make it a part of the story. Still working on the rewrites of My Dog, Sesshomaru as well as Heirlooms (Sweet cheese and crackers I have some horrible grammar and typos in those stories), but it's only a dabble during bouts of writers block for my original novel series I am working on. Thanks to everyone who is still stopping in to see this journey through!

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To say she felt unattractive would've been a lie and the truth. Swollen as she was with her first child, Takara felt huge. Once she was no longer able to see her feet, even after pressing her breasts out of the way, issues with her self -image had begun to crop up. While she was certain she was feeling what most females did when they were with child, she also had one benefit that kept those insecurities at bay – Sesshomaru.

Even though she couldn't remember her previous time with him, only fragments here and there, Takara wondered if he had always been so insatiable. For the past month or so she had been trying to move around the mansion as stealthily as she could in order to prevent mid-day run ins with the handsome demon. If she didn't and he got his hands on her, that was it for the next few hours. Just the slightest bit of physical contact and he was pulling her back to their rooms, or wherever he could get them alone, and he had her on her back, driving into her like a beast in rut.

It wasn't that she didn't enjoy their couplings, but damn, she was already pregnant! Not to mention she couldn't get anything done, especially since she was always ready to nap at a the drop of a hat.

After a particularly taking day about six months along, she had bumped into Sesshomaru, not once, not twice, but three times in a few hours. Exhausted, she had made it into bed, tucked herself in and dozed off for the night when she woke, her back bowing in response to another climax and her husband's wicked mouth between her thighs. She was tired, he even apologized for taxing her so, but she couldn't find it in her will to chastise him as he flipped her to her hands and knees and plowed into her.

She tried to. She really did, but it was hard to fit into the conversation around her moans. A few words were managed like 'Oh Gods, yes!" and "harder!", but the chastisement never quite made it out.

Eventually after Sesshomaru caught her sneaking around, he got her to admit he was keeping her from doing things she needed to get done, but she had been afraid to say anything for fear of upsetting him. As it turned out, he was just responding to her internal fears and insecurities to ensure that she knew she was still desirable. At least partially. Part of it was that Sesshomaru had taken her attempted stealthy jaunts around the mansion as a game, and he couldn't help but pounce her once he caught her. It was the predator in him.

She had managed over the past month or so to get things in order for the baby's arrival as best as she could with it being a half demon. That had been an interesting conversation to have with Sesshomaru. Takara knew that InuYasha was a half demon, but she had also been told of the half demon Jinenji and how he didn't look as human as Sesshomaru's half-brother. She was worried for the health of her baby, of course, but she didn't love it any less. At least she was prepared for the possible outcomes.

However, a new problem had emerged within the last few weeks or so and Takara wasn't so sure it was normal. To be honest, she knew it wouldn't be very long until her little one arrived. It could be any day now, but for the past few weeks she had been insatiable.

It was such an odd feeling.

She was so swollen she could almost feel her baby's every move, and it was hard to find a comfortable position since it was hard for her to get up and down from their sleeping mat, but she wanted Sesshomaru so badly.

Of course, he was more than happy to oblige most of her demands, but he wasn't as rough with her as he usually was, and she missed that. She couldn't figure out what had gotten into her, but as the days went on, it was beginning to make more and more sense.

Sesshomaru had noticed it before she did because her urges were so distracting, but ever since she began to show, she had carried her stomach high, which left her baby playing parkour on her ribcage, now she could breathe a little better, but it felt like she was walking with a bowling ball between her knees. Her baby had been moving into position for its birth but now that it was there and she was ready to pop, it wasn't ready to come out.

This would never do.

In an effort to speed up the process as best she could, Takara had taken to waddling laps around the mansion and the courtyards within to alleviate some of the pressure on her pelvis and it helped, but she wished her lazy little pup would just come out already. Her body must've wished the same thing and she was guessing that was why she was feeling so… needy. Perhaps a good, strong tumble with her mate would send her into labor. Then again, with the cramps she had been having, perhaps that wasn't the best idea. Nothing ruined the mood like a stomach cramp.

If something didn't happen soon, though, she was going to walk around naked, carrying a pillow for her knees and let Sesshomaru have his wicked way with her, whenever or wherever she may be. So long as there was something between her knees and the well-polished floors. They were beautiful, if not a little uncomfortable.

She had just about circled around to their rooms when she overheard voices. Sesshomaru was speaking to someone which put a damper on her plans, but then again, she could always try again once the visitor left. Perhaps I'll make another lap, she thought as she prepared to round the corner. If I sit in there and wait, I'll probably get anxious and start cleaning again. If anyone dared to say that 'nesting' wasn't a thing, she would call them on their bullshit. Takara was well aware how ridiculous she had been as of late by asking the staff to clean a room that had already been cleaned, turning around to clean the room herself again. She had 'cleaned' and 'reorganized' and 'horded' until the staff just let her be. She wasn't rude, but Takara knew she was being unnecessarily ridiculous and she apologized for her obsessive behavior over and over again. It only made the help around the house enjoy spending time with their duties because it entertained them to no end watching her waddling about and making herself busy.

As for the hoarding, the only thing Takara had really wanted lately were soft furs. To say it was odd to find herself literally in a nest of soft furs made her hang her head at her own foolishness. Nesting doesn't mean making an actual nest you dummy! She had scolded herself. She knew better and yet all she wanted to do was sit in that pile of soft furs as the days went on. So, she did, and she was going to sit in that pile of furs now. Screw another lap. I'm bushed.

As she rounded the corner, Takara saw that Sesshomaru's visitor was his father, a demon just as handsome as her husband but he came off a bit… warmer than Sesshomaru. Then again, that was probably a part of what made him so deadly. She gave him a bow and a greeting which he returned, and Takara stepped behind Sesshomaru and into their room. Not wanting to be considered nosey, she gently shut the screen behind her after excusing herself.

The sudden urge to nap hit her and she made her way over to their futon, but as she prepared to lie down, the siren song of the fluffy pile began to call her name. She changed out of her kimono and into a yukata which was much more comfortable. Who am I to refuse? She thought, stepping into the pile and arranging them around her until she found a comfortable position. As comfortable as she could be with her lower back aching like it was. Her eyes closed and she nearly succeeded with drifting off to sleep when the sound of the screen sliding open made her crack her eyes.

She watched as Sesshomaru's eyes scanned the room after he didn't find her on the futon. She smiled when his eyes met hers and he turned back to his father, said something she couldn't hear and entered the room along with his sire. Confused, she watched them both approach. She eyed her husband warily because the downside of her advancing pregnancy was that he had become much more territorial around her to where he would growl if the staff got too close to her and lately her nest of furs, so him bringing his father over to her was odd.

The older demon looked at her in the pile of furs with gentle look on his face before he kneeled down beside her. Takara looked to Sesshomaru for some indication of what she should do, and he appeared to be at ease.

"It's alright, Little One," His father spoke, his voice kind and deep. "I won't hurt you or your pup."

Sesshomaru knelt on the furs to, but he gently lifted her until she was on her back her hips close to where Tōga sat beside stroked her hair gently before he spoke to her, "Trust me, my treasure. I understand that this may not be enjoyable for you but know that this is part of what it means to be mated to a demon."

Takara didn't like the sound of that, but if Sesshomaru said to trust him, she would. Over the past few months, he had explained some of the things demons did and that perhaps she would allow him one day. Some of those things terrified her like males fighting over females to try and claim/steal them from their opponents while others excited her in a depraved way, like public exhibition. She could only hope that she hid her excitement on that particular instance well enough when Sesshomaru revealed that little tidbit. She'd hate for him to be disappointed in her, but the thought of being watched during sex always made her go sopping wet. It had only taken one instance for a servant to open the screen to enter their rooms to clean it without knocking and ever since, Takara had got a thrill from the idea of being caught or watched… She blamed her hormones.

She nodded her acceptance and tried to control her rapidly beating heart as her husband untied her yukata and parted the fabric and exposed her naked flesh to the cool air of the room. Gently, Tōga's hand went to her distended belly, caressing it carefully. After a moment, she watched as her pup moved in her belly, winching a little and arching with its movement as it stretched inside her. A chuckle escaped the older demon. "If you would stop being lazy and come into the world, you would have more room." Takara smiled as he spoke to his grandchild.

Tōga's other hand moved to rest on the pup while the first slid up to palm the fullness of her breasts. To say that she was uncomfortable with his initial touch would've been an understatement, but at Sesshomaru's gentling Takara settled enough to see a look of concentration on his father's face, as if he was trying to figure something out. "Is something wrong?" she asked, looking to her husband. "Not wrong, my treasure, different. It is hard to explain but allow us to confirm our suspicions before we worry you unnecessarily."

A moment later, Tōga's hand left her breasts and returned to her stomach, pressing gently on either side. He looked to Sesshomaru and shook his head, "I can't tell from here." Sesshomaru gave him a nod and gently eased Takara's thighs apart. Heat enflamed her face as he used his thumb to rub the tiny bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs and shock had her slamming her thighs closed. To her surprise, Sesshomaru didn't appear upset. Instead, he chuckled as he opened her thighs again to resume his touches. "It's alright, Takara. Trust me." She did, but that didn't mean she wasn't embarrassed. Still, that embarrassment didn't mean she would deny his request and she allowed her legs to fall completely open.

His other hand moved to stroke her head again. "Good girl, My Treasure." His praise made her heart thump even harder… or maybe it was the excitement of his fingers delving into her depths. Either way, she writhed under his touches. His hand twisted inside her as his fingers sought the rough patch of nerves in her sheath. Takara tried to control her moans, but Sesshomaru was ruthless in his sensual assault. He removed his thumb from her clit as he adjusted his hold until the heal of his hand ground against the sensitive bundle of nerves and he pressed a third finger into her passage.

"Have you prepared her for the birth?" Tōga's voice almost jerked Takara back to reality, but Sesshomaru's hold on that bundle of nerves sent her right back into space.

"Not yet. I was trying to wait until just before she started laboring."

"Well, now is as good a time as any. The pup seems to be in the correct position. It just needs some motivation, and this will probably help."

The two of them spoke like she wasn't squirming in pleasure under Sesshomaru's touches.

"True. Perhaps her womb contracting will hurry it along. Hold her other leg."

Takara felt both Sesshomaru and his father move her legs until she was opened as wide as she could possibly be. "This will also help you get a good feel to ensure the pup is facing the right direction."

She had no clue what they were talking about, but so long as Sesshomaru kept touching her the way he was, she didn't care. At least that's what she thought until she felt Sesshomaru's fourth finger enter her passage, his fingers slowly beginning to stretch her wider to accommodate the four of them side by side. After a moment, she adjusted to the feel of all four of his fingers in her slippery passage. However, as they arched in their movement, and she felt his thumb make its way to the party did she understand what they were doing.

"Easy, Little One," Tōga soothed her as she thrust her hips to Sesshomaru. "Don't rush him." She tried to hold back, but once Sesshomaru changed position of his hand and his father took over stroking her clit, Takara couldn't help but to buck at the sensations, at least until she took a good portion of Sesshomaru's hand. She gasped and stilled as she allowed them to continue their touch, her wetness dripping from her core to the furs beneath. Finally understanding what he wanted, Takara stopped moving her hips in any backwards motion and held still for Sesshomaru to work his way inside her.

A bite of pain followed by its deep, throbbing release had her gasping as the last knuckle of Sesshomaru's hand made it past her threshold, filling her to the brim like when he knotted inside of her but fuller… much fuller. Carefully he eased his hand back out before pressing his way back in with less resistance. He repeated the motion a few more times until he was able to carefully slide his hand inside her with little difficulty.

"Alright, press on the pup to hold it still." Sesshomaru told his father.

The old demon chuckled. "Not so fast, my son. Your mate has been very patient. Why don't you let her have her pleasure first?"

Takara liked that idea.

The finger on her clit began to rub faster and harder while she felt Sesshomaru make a fist in her channel, forcing her walls apart while he pumped his fist up and down her slick passage. It didn't take him very many thrusts since his fist touched each and every nerve ending in her tight channel and Takara was tipped over the edge into bliss, tightening around her husband's hand like a vice. The size of his fist prevented her from squeezing him as tight as there wasn't much give, so she was a little concerned when he let loose a quick growl. She was just a little too tired to care at the moment.

"Be still, Little One." Tōga told her as he began to feel her stomach, settling on a spot. "I apologize if this is uncomfortable for you but let us know if it is too painful and we'll stop."

The only problem was, Takara still didn't know what they were trying to do. She trusted Sesshomaru though and gave them a nod.

A moment later, Tōga was firmly pressing on her stomach, and she realized that he was manipulating the baby from the outside, but only holding it still. She tensed against the discomfort but with Sesshomaru's hand still inside her, the discomfort only amplified as she felt his knuckles gently touch her cervix. Taking a deep breath, she tried to relax, willing her channel to release its death grip on the invading appendage.

"The head is in place," Sesshomaru finally said which signaled his father to loosen his hold, but he still didn't remove his hand. Instead, she felt him unclench his fist and she felt a finger slip further into her for a moment and then another before Sesshomaru's eyes met hers in surprise. "Are you feeling well, Takara?"

"I mean, I feel as good as I imagine I can while being the size of a whale." An amused chuckle escaped the older demon sitting to her side. "Why?"

"There has been nothing different?"

She thought for a moment. "Well, my back hurts and I've been having stomach cramps today, but my back's been hurting more and more since my center of gravity is constantly shifting, and the cramps don't feel bad, and they've been happening for a little while now. Why? And you never did tell me what you two were worrying over."

"We were concerned that you were as far along as you are but still haven't shown any signs of labor. And…" Sesshomaru hesitated.

"And…?"

"It is difficult to explain, My Treasure, but I have been able to scent the pup more and more the past day or so and it smells strongly of me."

"Well, I would hope so. You were kind of there when it happened… at least that's what I'm told." This time Tōga outright laughed while Sesshomaru gave her a slight chuckle. "And speaking of being there, you plan on keeping your hand there all day? It isn't very comfortable."

A smirk still plastered to his face, she felt his hand begin to retreat but not before flipping it palm up and dragging his fingers firmly along the front of her sheath, sending a series of delicious shivers down her spine until he slipped his hand free, and gave her a gentle swat to her nether parts. "In other words, the scent is very distinctly demon, and I was concerned it may have been formed in a way that was making it difficult to labor or it was too large. However, it seems you will begin to labor soon. I can feel your body has begun to open for the birth."

Takara didn't want to even think about what would have happened to her or her child if any of those scenarios had been true and felt it best she didn't worry. "So, I take it everything is ok?"

"We can't tell about the form of the pup accurately," Tōga explained. "But from what I could feel of it from the outside, it seemed to be of a reasonable shape and size for you to deliver."

"What felt more reasonable; the size or the shape?" She asked.

"The shape. You're not very large and perhaps that is what makes the pup feel as big as it does."

"No, it's just big. I swear I felt it tap dancing on my intestines." She paused and waited while both the males shared another laugh before the room grew quiet. Awkwardly quiet.

The kind of awkward silence she had to fill. "So… am I good to cover up and take a nap or am I just going to sit here naked… with both of you?"

"I do believe she wants me to leave, my son."

"It would seem that way. Perhaps you should've pleasured her better."

Shock had Takara staring wide eyed at Sesshomaru. How was he joking about that? He was always so jealous and territorial over her and now he was allowing his father to touch her intimately? What had gotten into him? Was he bored of her now?

Tōga's soft laughter at her ear grabbed his attention. "Don't worry, Little One. He isn't going to share you with me." He growled lowly at his son for a moment before returning his gaze to her. "You see, with you swollen with pup, even if I mounted you it would do no good. It is… a sign of dominance that happens between males from time to time because no matter how many times I mounted you, his seed would be the only one planted. Not to mention how strongly you scent of him would make it… difficult for me to achieve my completion."

"Then why would you uh… mount me if smelling like him isn't good for you?"

"For your enjoyment of course. Imagine how long it usually takes for him to reach his completion."

She did.

"Now picture how long it would take if he had difficulty reaching that completion."

She did and the idea of it made her sex clench. "But then, I would smell like you." She turned to Sesshomaru. "Wouldn't that make you angry?"

"Furious… and determined to do whatever necessary to overpower that scent until only mine remained."

"So, basically it's a way to build sexual tension among multiple demonic parties until they spiral into a big pile of sweaty bodies determined to fuck each other into oblivion. Is that about right?"

Father and son looked to one another before an identical smirk plastered across both their faces. "That's right."

Perhaps it was her hormones wreaking havoc on her body and imagination, but the thought of being in a pile of tangled limbs with the father and son duo had her shivering… in fear or excitement she wasn't sure. "I don't think I could survive that."

"And yet, I hear no protests." Sesshomaru chuckled.

"Well, you don't like to share, so I figured I wouldn't have to, and you would."

Tōga chuckled as he rubbed his hand over her stomach. "As human, that would be an expected response, but to a demon, all he considers is the pleasure his mate will take from any coupling. And because you are already with child there is no chance in a pup being sired by the one he allows to couple with his mate. In other words, your pleasure is paramount for him and if allowing you to take another male is what it takes to make you happy then, so long as you cannot be pupped by another, then what reason does he have to deny you?"

"I understand what you're saying, but that doesn't make sense to me. Perhaps I'm selfish, but I would be furious of him with another female because sex isn't just physical for me, but it's really connected with my emotions."

"Nor would he couple another female, Little One. I want you to think about all the ways you engage with him throughout the day, intimate or not."

Takara did as he asked and thought about her interactions with Sesshomaru. "Are you not submissive to him in most if not all aspects of your life?" She nodded her agreement with that statement.

"Well, let me tell you a little secret of my kind. A demon male cannot mount another female after he has taken a mate. Especially with canine demons. Their sense of smell will not allow them to become aroused by anyone other than their mate. It is where he has to submit to you."

Takara looked from Sesshomaru, who seemed at ease with their current situation and offered no argument, to his father who seemed mildly entertained at the whole event and then back to Sesshomaru. "But wouldn't it make you mad if I just went around and started screwing whoever I wanted? Not that I would, because you're the only one I want to be perfectly clear, but I don't see that ending well for any other male."

"If it is one that I do not approve of, then I would kill him and it would disrupt our bond, but I would never harm you." The fact that he so easily admitted to killing someone in a jealous rage was terrifying… and sweet. "However, if you come to me and tell me that you wish to entertain another male and I approve of him, then I shall allow it," he leaned in and brought his lips to hers in a dominating kiss that nearly melted the flesh from her bones. "For our mutual pleasure."

Her womb tightened uncomfortably at the thought, squeezing her poor pup inside at her perverted fantasies. Once more she glanced back and forth between the two of them and part of her wondered if Sesshomaru was testing her but seeing the heated lust in his eyes told her that was not the case. His father, on the other hand, seemed to be perfectly content where he was at. Speaking of which.

"Well, how would that work between us then if you can't stand the scent of another female?"

"I'm not mated. I sired two pups but never bound myself to a female."

Oh, she thought. That makes a little more sense. Just then a slightly stronger cramp hit her belly and her lower back began to ache a fraction more. "Well…unfortunately?..." she trailed off, unsure how to word her dismissal of the situation. "I'm afraid that we will not be finding out this pregnancy how that works out because I think all your poking and prodding seems to have gotten someone's attention."

Both father and son looked down at her belly. Finally, Takara was beginning to feel her labor.