Lessons Learned

Author: Shortey 83

Chapter: 45 – Love

Disclaimer: I do NOT own InuYasha or Skyrim!

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Sesshomaru couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he watched his pup through the eyes of his demon. The little whelp had spunk. Of course, it would be better if he learned the sense to go with it sooner rather than later, but still, he couldn't blame his offspring for his behavior. He had seen his mother in distress and interpreted her pain as harm, so he was eager to protect her.

A fine son she has given me. He thought, pride swelling deep in his chest as his beast watched the little furry bundle nurse contentedly. His eyes squinted shut as he delighted in his mother's warmth and nourishment but would open every so often to check that she wasn't going to be taken away from him. Tiny, paw-like hands rhythmically opened and closed, gently kneading his mother's breast while he suckled, comforting them both as he did.

The pride swelling in Sesshomaru's chest grew as he and his demon looked over their sleeping mate. Her hair was a tussled mess, stained trails of tears tracked from her eyes and down her lovely face, and her post-pregnancy striped body was covered with the remnants of his mouth's worship of her. Oh, she was a beautiful mess, his mate.

She rolled on her back in her dozing, shifting to relieve the lingering pain of her punishment, allowing her legs to fall open as well as allowing Kuromaru to nurse from her other breast as she slumbered. That she was able to not only nurse her pup in the company of so many demons, but that she was able to nap while so exposed told her of his trust in him to keep her and their little one safe. Oh yes, he was very proud of his little mate.

And like the mate and sire he was, he watched over them both, his eyes, nose, ears and even his demonic aura monitored the demons that lingered before him. He watched as they mingled with one another, still nude from their sexual romps as some of them still sought pleasure with each other as most of them fell once more into a pile of writhing tangled bodies. The thought of one of those demons, laying his hands on his mate or pup uninvited had him on edge, but as a lower-class male approached, his eyes curious, Sesshomaru felt his hackles raise and a deep rumble grow from the center of his massive body.

"I wouldn't do that," Sesshomaru heard his own sire's voice warn as the male approached. "You should know his warning is clear. He doesn't want you near his mate and his pup."

"I mean them no harm," the demon dismissed the warning. "I merely want a closer look at his female. The power she demonstrated was… strange."

Sesshomaru's growl deepened as the male continued to come closer despite his warning and he prepared to defend his mate.

"Sesshomaru isn't the only one who will attack if you get any closer," the urgent warning in his father's voice clear. Still the male pressed forward, approaching the raised platform even as Sesshomaru made his way to his feet, an open mouth growl rumbling for him as he prepared to strike.

Taking a cue from his father, Kuromaru stopped nursing and turned his attention to the unwelcome visitor and also started growling and barking. "I'm not afraid of the pup, nor will I harm him," the male laughed. "I only want a closer look at them."

Apparently, the demon had some sort of death wish, because he slowly reached his hand out towards the pup.

"It's not the pup you need to worry about!" Tōga's voice grew with urgency as Sesshomaru calculated how to strike the male without disturbing his mate. "It's the-!"

Takara's eyes flew open, saw the male before her and reacted, pulling Kuromaru back tightly against her as she drew a deep breath. "Fus Ro Dah!" The Shout sent the male flying back, through the screens behind the rest of the gathered demons.

"-Mother you need to watch out for…" Tōga's warning finished too late. The male had been unprepared for the attack, catching him off guard and wound up in a pile of rubble, groaning from the force of her attack. The crowd stopped their writhing to stare at her and then at the hole their counterpart had left in the wall before they laughed and resumed their pleasure seeking with each other.

Sesshomaru watched as his sire also laughed, strolling over and placing himself on the ground between the platform his mate and pup rested on and the crowd. "Go back to sleep, Little One. I will ensure none of the others decides to do something so foolish again."

His mate's eyes looked up to meet his in question, making sure he wanted her to rest as well. With more care than he had ever seen from his beast, Sesshomaru watched as his demon form carefully leaned down, rubbing his snout ever so gently against his female, allowing him to physically feel the tension leave her body as she rearranged herself as she'd been previously and coaxed Kuromaru back onto her breast. In a matter of moments, she was asleep once more.

With his father watching over them, Sesshomaru knew he too could rest, but with his mate's instantaneous trust in his demon's ability to protect her and their pup, his demon wouldn't allow them to slumber. Its' mate was at her most vulnerable, sleeping and bare with their pup close by and he would be damned before he let anyone else protect them. There would be no rest for him through the night. His beast, swelled with pride from his mate and his pup, would watch over the both of them in constant vigil. No one would harm them, not while he was around.

Takara wasn't sure how long she'd slept for before a chilly breeze swept over her body. Still exhausted, she cracked her eyes open to find that it was dark, and she was still bare on their platform. The warm, heavy weight on her stomach immediately told her where her pup was resting and that he was safe.

Behind her, she heard the rhythmic breathing of her mate, the tell-tale sign he was still in his true form, glancing behind her to find his massive body curled around them, his head high and his ears alert as he kept a vigil over them. Against the stary backdrop of the sky, his red eyes glowed, turning the creamy white fur around them a pale pink from their light.

"Sesshomaru…" she called to him in a whispered sing-song voice. He responded to her summons, turning that deadly red gaze in her direction as she stretched a bit of the stiffness from her well worked body. She extended a hand as high as she could reach towards him and he answered that summons as well, carefully swinging his massive head in her direction so that she could touch him.

Her hands caressed the line of his muzzle, but she wanted more contact. Gently she lifted their sleeping son and set him to the side, ignoring his dreamtime grunts as she wrapped him in a fur. Once he was arranged and settled, Takara made her way to her feet, flinching from the lingering pain of her punishment.

She paid the persistent throbbing no mind as she gently took the few steps closer to her husband's true form, a form she got to see so little of but loved just the same. Her hands ran over the expanse of his muzzle that she could reach, dragging her head and body along the wall of silky fur until she made her way to the closest of those glowing eyes. She lingered, nuzzling her head against the part of him she could reach before turning to briefly meet the gaze of the eye watching her, before resuming her touching.

Previous experiences with his demon while in his human form had already told Takara that it was aware of her love for his demon, but she wished for a moment she could show him that she loved him in this form as well. Her eyes closed as she pictured him at a much more reasonable size while she hugged and stroked him adoringly, a nearly silent rumbling distracted her from those thoughts as a gentle breeze fanned her.

She looked to see the slight wag of his tail the source of said breeze and chuckled as she pressed against his rumbling muzzle. "Whatever you were thinking, pleased him." Tōga's voice came from behind her. She glanced over her should to the elder demon who'd turned to face her, a gentle smile on his face as he watched them.

"He can see what I'm thinking?"

A chuckle escaped him as her face slowly reddened at the idea. "Not everything. But if you're thoughts are clear and you truly wish to share a thought with him, because of your bond, his demon can see it." His head tilted to the side as he considered her. "Out of curiosity, what were you thinking?"

Part of her deliberated keeping that private, but she reasoned it wasn't something she should be ashamed of. "I was just picturing him like this, but in a smaller, more manageable form," she sighed, as she turned back to her mate, stroking him wherever she could reach. "Not too small, but small enough I could snuggle and caress him like this too."

The elder demon didn't respond, and Takara looked back to him, worried she may have offended him. Instead, she found a warm gaze and gentle smile as he watched her. "Yes," he sighed, "I could see why he would like that. Knowing how much you love him in this way is more than enough for him." She returned his smile and returned to caressing her mate for a while longer.

It was another cool breeze that wormed its way through the spell that had been woven around them, sending chills across her body that wasn't in direct contact with her mate's warm body. With a final kiss to his muzzle, Takara stepped back and pictured his human form in her mind, whispering his name until a warm hand cupped her cheek.

Her eyes opened to find her mate standing before her in his human form, the warmth in those amber eyes sending her heart racing at how handsome such a gentle expression made him. Of course, it could've also had something to do with how deliciously naked he was too. "You requested me, My Treasure?" She would never tire of the way his smooth voice always seemed to caress her.

To answer his question, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, resting her head on his chest and hugged him to her. She tried to suppress a chuckle as he stiffened momentarily as he tried to figure out what to do. It wasn't often that she simply hugged him.

Sure, she would crowd her way into his lap or cuddle against him while they laid in bed, but it was a very rare occasion that she held him. A few heartbeats later, his arms came around her, pulling her tighter to him and she basked in the protective warmth of his embrace. She opened her eyes to find his father watching them with the same gentle smile on his face, but she couldn't help herself.

Slowly her hands slid down his back until she gripped the firm flesh of his ass in her hands and gave it a light squeeze. The sigh her husband let out turned to a light chuckle as his father threw his head back and bellowed laughter. "I should've known you had an ulterior motive," Sesshomaru laughed.

"Actually, it was just a spur of the moment," she mumbled into his chest. "It just happened to turn into a posterior motive." She didn't even have to look up to see him shaking his head as she giggled at her own brilliance. "However," she continued once she'd collected herself. "I was getting cold and was wondering if we could go back inside?"

"Grab Kuromaru and we will," She followed his command and no sooner than she'd wrapped the pup in her arms Takara felt herself being wrapped in soft silk. Wearing only his fur and hakama, Sesshomaru lifted her into his arms and carried her from the platform and back through the halls of his mother's palace to his rooms.

When he set her on her feet, Takara paid no heed as the silk kimono fell from her to the floor. Comfortable in her nakedness now that she was warm, she made her way over to the nest of pillows, gently soothing her son back to sleep. Like the greedy pup he was, he latched onto her as she sat down, only suckling a little before he dozed back off with her breast in his mouth.

She knew that being so indulgent could be bad for him, but she couldn't help herself. The thought that he could be fully grown in so little time made her worry that she wouldn't be able to hold him and love him for as long as she would like. Still, once he was back to sleep, she removed him carefully and wrapped him tightly in furs, placing him beside her on a large pillow, stroking his little head until the rhythm of his breathing deepened.

With their pup settled, she yawned, still exhausted from her taxing day and stretched out, luxuriating in the softness of the furs and pillows she managed to nestle herself into. Of course, she was still sore around her sex, so she resumed laying with her legs spread, sighing in contentment.

Eventually she took notice of Sesshomaru, still standing and watching her as she settled, the warm heat in his eyes still lingering. "Yes?" The question innocent despite her knowledge of that primal gaze. Her smile grew as he threw his fur down to her and she arranged it behind her as she luxuriated in the downy softness and his scent. Her eyes went back to him as she settled, and she watched with bated breath as he untied his hakama and allowed them to fall to the floor.

Her breath quickened slightly at the sight of her gloriously naked mate, a vision of male perfection standing before her like a god created by the culmination of female desire, but she wasn't a fool. No, her mate was a demon, a sexual demon that brought to life the most depraved and buried fantasies she didn't even realize she had.

Were she any other female, she would've fallen to her feet to worship him, but no; she was the one he'd chosen as his mate, the female he chose above all others.

Now, the tables had turned, and she was not meant to worship. She was to be offered up to him, the alms he demanded to be sacrificed to his devilish lust, a lust he'd stoked in her. For their audience, she'd fanned the flames of that desire, entreating him to burn himself into her for all time, but now that was done and all that was left in the wake of the inferno were simmering embers.

She may have been exhausted, but that didn't mean she was prepared to deny her mate any desire. Her eyes traveled down his masterfully sculpted chest, past the washboard muscles of his abdomen to where his cock hung semi-erect. Even as he desired her, Takara's demon overlord found pity for her fatigue, allowing her to rest.

But she wasn't one to deny her husband.

Carefully, she spread her legs wider, and lowered a hand to gently caress around the area of her still aching flesh. "I still hurt, Sesshomaru. Can you help me?" The heat in his eyes grew ever so slightly and the corner of his mouth twitched, fighting to suppress a smirk.

"Of course, My Treasure. I'm sorry if I was too rough with you," he quickly maneuvered himself to lie between her thighs as he had done so many times since she'd given birth. "You responded so well I didn't realize how strong my strikes were."

Her hand reached down to stroke his head as he carefully licked away the pain. "It's alright. I-I really like when you punish me like that. It hurts, but it…" she tried to find the words. "I like the pain. It feels like it washes everything away, takes me out of my head."

"I saw that," he chuckled between licks. "That was the first time you've used the dragon tongue while we coupled."

"I know, but I don't even remember using it," she laughed at the thought of catching her mate's demon off guard. "It's like… you forced me to surrender… everything." That last admission left her lips as a sigh as she remembered the feeling of euphoria, how the delicious pain he'd delivered had made the world fall away. "I loved that," she softly admitted.

She dozed as he tended to her, barely registering when he'd stopped. Her eyes slitted open to find him watching her, self-assured he'd given her the best fuck of her life and probably his as well. But he'd been semi-hard when he'd started tending her, and no doubt he was probably in need now. It wouldn't do to leave her mate in such a state, not when he'd given her a glimpse, a taste of nirvana.

Slowly, she forced her tired body to move, removing her legs from his shoulders while she sat up to cup his face in her hands and gently tugged, pulling him up to meet her for a tender kiss until she fell back, bringing him over top of her.

"Takara," her name left his lips in what she could only say was whispered reverence before he recaptured her mouth, laying claim to her body and soul. She let him. Every fiber of her being belonged to him and he to her. He plundered the cavern of her mouth, stealing her breath away until she was forced to turn from him, gasping for breath. Her escape didn't last long as he reclaimed his prize, wrapping his rougher tongue to intertwine with hers and she hoped he could feel her submission, her love in her response.

But she was greedy, and while she knew this side of him was aware of her love for him, Takara still felt as if she had something to prove to his other half.

She broke their kiss, starring deep into the amber eyes she loved so much, knowing she should look away, but she wanted him to see her need, her never-ending desire, her love for him. "Your demon," a whispered gasp escaped her as she broke away from him, "Please, Sesshomaru, I need it."

He hesitated and yet his eyes showed no concern, only desire to give her what she'd requested, but knowing that he needed to be more cautious.

"Please, Sesshomaru," she whispered urgently, feeling an aching desire growing between her legs with every passing second. Feminine honey drenched the furs between her thighs as her body grew hotter and wetter for him.

Not one to deny his mate, Sesshomaru gave into to her request, amber eyes closing only to be replaced with glowing red and turquoise when they opened. Where their bodies touched, she could feel his demonic aura crackling between them.

Again, she knew she should avert her eyes from his, but she refused spreading her thighs wider to accommodate his hips as he settled down between them. She leaned up, his face cupped in her hands, pressing her forehead to his as she starred into those glowing eyes, ignoring the slight growl he loosed when he mistook her stare for a challenge. It didn't last long.

She'd only kissed him like this twice before, and it was always when he'd accidentally slipped his control. When she sealed her lips to his this time, she knew it was by their own design.

The feel of his kiss when his demon was present was different. His fangs were longer and sharper, threatening to cut her at the slightest misstep. His taste was different almost spicier as his rougher tongue scratched against hers, but the biggest difference was how his demonic aura also sizzled against her with every touch.

Once more, she broke away from his kiss to catch her breath, but her eyes went back to his. This time he didn't growl. Instead, he pulled himself higher above her, dragging the length of heated velvet covered steel against her inner thigh. She didn't break eye contact with him once while she reached between them, placing him where she needed him most. He slipped in her slick juices, so she held him steady as he pressed into her, easily gliding inside her once the head of his cock slipped in.

She held his gaze as he slowly slid each and every girthy inch inside her until his body met hers. "Yes," she gasped the word, releasing his face to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him down onto her, his firm body melding into her softer flesh. She continued to stare deeply into his eyes, his forehead pressed against hers once more. Her legs came up to wrap around him, crossing, her heels urging him to thrust slowly, but deep and with force.

Trying to keep quiet, Takara bit her lip, whimpering with ecstasy as she fought to keep from waking their sleeping pup. She didn't want him assuming his father was attacking her once again. Desperately she fought to keep her voice down as he delighted her with the most intimate and breath-stealing friction as his cock caressed every nerve ending in her sheath.

They strained against each other, their bodies slick with sweat as their exertion and combined body heat intertwined. His thrusts hit the end of her, claiming every inch of her passage as his, branding her inside and out with the heat of his steel hard length. She marked him too. Her blunt human nails digging into his back. Of course, they wouldn't scar, but for now they would be enough to say she owned him too.

As climax loomed closer, it became a struggle to keep her eyes open against the pleasure, but she did. She tangled her hands in his silvery locks as he began to thrust faster, feeling her sleeve coiling tighter and tighter. Her gasps grew sharper and slightly louder while he drove her headlong towards climax, still she met his gaze, desperate for him to see the pleasure he brought her.

Finally, her breath caught, and her channel clamped around his driving cock as pleasure raced through her, shattering her from the inside. Takara's eyes closed briefly as she came down from the high of climax but opened once more as her mate's hips thrust to hers, once, twice, three more times, his own climax claiming him as he too stared into her eyes, his pupils dilated, nearly swallowing the turquoise of his demonic irises as his hot seed filled her clenching channel. His cock expanding to lock him inside of her.

Her lips met his once more as they both basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking, panting as their hearts slowly returned to their natural rhythm, waiting until they were able to separate. "I love you," she whispered to him, hoping he could understand the words that went along with the feelings they shared.

"My Takara," he growled, pressing his forehead to hers.

She smiled, realizing he understood her. "Your Takara," She acknowledged.

"Your Sesshomaru," he spoke, once more, those demonic eyes even softening as he regarded her.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that he'd offered himself to her without her requesting. "Yes, My Sesshomaru." She pulled him down for a kiss, short and sweet before he rested his weight on her, gently so as not to crush her, but enough so he could nuzzle her neck, gently licking her mating mark to send delightful shivers to her sheath, making her channel clench around him.

He lightly snarled as she massaged his sensitive cock, trapped inside her from swelling, but he didn't stop lavishing her mating mark with licks from his rougher tongue and nips from his fangs. "I'm sorry," she groaned, trying to control her body's urges, knowing how sensitive he was when he tied her. "I'm not trying to hurt you." Another lick to the mark had her back arching, pressing her body into his even more. "But it feels too good… so good," she moaned.

She felt his hand reach between them but was too lost in sensation to fathom the reason until she felt the rough pad of his finger on her little bundle of nerves, already over sensitive from climax and his insistent attention on her mating mark. It only took one touch to send her back over the edge, clamping down on him once more, the experience novel to her now that he was swollen inside her. It ached in all the best ways as he snarled above her.

She opened her mouth to apologize again, but his mouth descended on hers once more. "Good, mate." He growled to her as he broke their kiss, nuzzling her head, this time opposite her mating mark. She sighed, running her hands up and down his back while she waited for his swelling to stop. Eventually she felt the tingling of his demonic aura fade and she assumed she would soon be able to speak with her husband.

A grunt beside her caught her attention and she looked over to find her mischievous pup awake and watching them. "How long have you been awake?" she chuckled, reaching out to stroke him. However, he took her attention as an invitation and bounded over to them, yipping happily and tail wagging.

"He woke in time to watch our mating," Sesshomaru chuckled, pushing himself up on his forearms to make room for their pup between them. "He was concerned you would be punished again, but I think you've done a beautiful job of helping him understand what was going on between us."

"Isn't he a little young to be 'understanding' that?" she questioned, laughing as she turned her head this way and that to dodge her son's licking tongue.

"He doesn't understand the mating, My Treasure. He simply understands our bond." He reached out to lift his pup off his mother so as not to smother her, rolling him on his back, his hand holding his belly as he growled rocking him from side to side in mock battle. "He knows that while I may be firm with you, punish you for your actions, I wouldn't harm you out of malice, and that you obey me, submit to me of your own will and nothing more."

She watched as her son used his tiny, paw-like hands to grab his sire's, pushing it far enough away from him to bite, a vicious little growl clawing from him as he tried to violently shake his trophy like a ragdoll. "I see, but I hope he doesn't think he can be as rough with me as he is with you."

"If he is, it will only take a correction or two." Sesshomaru assured her, allowing their son to pin his hand before flipping him onto his back once more. "He is protective enough of you that he will learn quickly not to harm you."

Eventually, Sesshomaru 'won' his hand back, pushing Kuromaru gently away with a quick growl as Takara also assumed he wasn't playing. Their inky black pup sat on his haunches beside them and waited for his cue he could continue playing with his parents.

She didn't get a chance to enquire his motives before he pushed himself up, sitting on his knees with her hips in his hands. Carefully, he pulled himself free of her body, finally done with his swelling and gave her a gentle pat on her thigh as he stood. Takara watched as he walked over and filled a bowl with water and a towel before turning back to their pup, who also watched his father with curiosity.

As much as she wanted to pick him up to snuggle with him, she felt it best she didn't as Sesshomaru may have instructed him to wait. A moment later she jumped when a cool towel touched her sex. She laughed from being so caught off guard, but then again, her mate moved with the absolute silence of an apex predator. He quickly cleaned her up and tossed the towel, landing it back into the bowl.

"Nice shot," she laughed, glancing back up to her pup. "Can I grab him now?" Sesshomaru nodded his approval and Takara took the opportunity to snatch up her son and rolled him between the two of them. He yipped excitedly, righting himself in time to pounce his father who allowed his son to 'pin' him… but only momentarily.

With a mock snarl, he rolled Kuromaru back between them and, to their ferocious pup's displeasure, on his back. As tired as she was, she felt it was a mother's duty to help her son when he was being bullied, even if it was his sire doing the bullying.

She intertwined her fingers with those pinning their son and pounced him herself, giggling as he growled at her as their son joined in the fray. Of course, even together, they didn't stand a chance.

But it was worth a shot.

Playfully she bit his arm as he tried to push her off him with the utmost care. They tussled for a moment, Takara giggling, Sesshomaru giving a halfhearted growl, and Kuromaru growling like he was fighting for control of the world.

Not one to be so easily overpowered, Sesshomaru rolled the both of them over, pinning them, but if her son was going to fight an overwhelming opponent, Takara would help him no matter what. She used her last bit of strength to keep his momentum going and pinned him once again, panting in her exhaustion.

"Surrender!" she panted, giggling as their son decided to fling himself onto his father's face. "We've got you outnumbered!"

Another mock growl rumbled from Sesshomaru as he reached for his pup to scruff him, but Takara grabbed him up before he could be captured. Laughing, she scrambled off her mate, pup in tow and scooted out of his reach, or at least she tried. A firm hand wrapped around her ankle and pulled her back, but she rolled over, putting her body between Kuromaru and his father.

"And yet, the two of you are the ones overwhelmed." He chuckled, crawling over her back, growling as he nipped her shoulders while trying to reach for their son. However, it was their turn to be surprised by their son as he rolled away from her protection and launched himself at his father who seemed to think it was best he allow his son this small victory.

Sesshomaru allowed himself to be 'knocked off' the pin he had on his little mate from the surprisingly strong attack. He chuckled as he allowed his son a moment to realize his 'victory', and remained on his back, stroking his son's raven black fur.

To her mortification, it seemed Takara was going have to deal with not one, but two enormous egos as her son plopped down on her husband's chest, lifted his head and howled his triumph. "Oh no," she groaned, falling back into the pillows, covering her face with her hands. "What have we done?!"

"Something wrong, My Treasure?" he chuckled, stroking their still howling son. "Are you unhappy with our son?"

"We've duplicated your ego," she groaned, rolling away from them both burying herself in the pile of furs and pillows. "The world isn't ready for that."

"Why should we concern ourselves with what the world is ready for?" He questioned.

Takara's heavy sigh from beneath her burrow of softness was his only reply.