This is supposed to be in between first and second chapter of Drunken nights- the Sesshomaru cheating bit, but since that one IS a humour, and this is kinda angst, hurt/comfort, I thought I'd rather put this two chapter story in a separate fic.
A fair warning- this fic is not very fluffy and there are mentions of rough, uncomfortable sex. I remember reading some "mating season" fic that was fairly fluffy and romantic, and I just thought "he is infinitely stronger and more resilient than her, there is no way this would've ended this nicely" so I wrote a fic how I thought mating season between a demon lord (with all the strength, stamina and partner options) and a human (with none of those ) would be.
without further ado- here we go...
There is a time every three years, where demon instincts go into overdrive. For Sesshomaru, it usually heightened his most prominent instinct, the one his whole surrounding tuned him for since birth- to hunt. The more powerful the demon, the stronger the pull of their instinct is. Sesshomaru could just barely control it. Being so powerful and controlling his instincts was almost unheard of. But he did not train both his body and mind for centuries to succumb to such primal things.
More commonly, however, it was known as mating season. Mated demon's sex drive usually went into overdrive and it was when most demons are conceived and why demons only counted every third human year.
It was also a known fact- lord Sesshomaru had a sensitive nose. He hated the "mating season" where every single one of his mated, and most of the unmated, councilmen reeked of sex and women, sometimes multiple, stinking up entire wing. He hated it- and he made no effort to hide his obvious distain.
It was why all of his councilmen made sure to wake up earlier and spend a good time in a bath to wash off the scent of any activities they may have had beforehand. While the Lord of the manor would not harm them, the chances of him listening someone he doesn't like the scent of were almost non-existent.
This time was different, when he himself was mated. He did not expect his usually heightened instinct for hunt to be completely replaced by sex drive. It wasn't due to start for another week and he could already feel his control dangerously slipping. He had always been careful and gentle with his human mate, as he presumed a human male would be with their limited strength and stamina. But without his ability to control himself he feared he would harm her in more ways than one. He informed her of his worries, as he saw no point in trying to hide the issue which may become apparent is a distressful way.
She stared at him, the fine porcelain stopping just short of her lips. Her eyes widened momentarily shocked by, what seemed like, a ridiculous issue that seemingly came out of nowhere.
Rin relaxed and, with a smile, told him she trusted him not to harm her. She lowered her cup and leaned into him for a gentle kiss. He thought it would be better to show her immediately what danger she was in while he still held control. Hungrily, he grabbed her chin roughly, shoving his tongue into her mouth. She was surprised by how passionate he was, but responded regardless. Her lip caught on his fangs during the short exchange. He pulled away as soon as he smelled blood, breathing slightly heavier than usual for a moment.
She pulled away, shocked at how much trouble he seems to have controlling himself. The metallic taste of blood in her mouth convinced her to seriously weigh her options.
She suggested leaving to visit Kagome and her group for a short while, but that idea was quickly brushed off with a dismissive shake of his head. With such a prominent hunting instinct he would chase her for sure, only worsening the situation. She should not be too far from him during this time, but there was nothing in the castle that could restrain him, should his instinct completely drive him mad.
There was a solution, and neither liked it.
A demoness would be more resilient, and he could use her for venting his instinct for a few days until the situation calmed down. Rin was obviously not happy that this concubine demoness will be in the palace. She looked at him determined- she'll make sure he doesn't need her. He found it amusing, smiling gently, and kissed her forehead, reassuring her this is only the last resort for her safety.
... ...
Few days later a soldier came rushing through the palace doors, the few high officials that met him looked at the paper he was holding with worry and anger. They turned quickly on their heels and instructed the servants to notify others of an urgent meeting.
Sesshomaru was resting in his chambers when he heard the loud steps hurrying towards his chambers.
The borders were attacked. The small town there falling victim of raids. It was a pressing issue that required Lords attention, at worst time possible- first 3 days of mating season.
The councilmen, knowing his distaste for it spent the first day controlling themselves to the best of their abilities, eager to get the evening discussion over with to be united with their prospective mates.
Several soldiers were questioned, scrolls of previous attacks, as well as any information on the neighbouring clan were brought up to his study.
After an entire day of looking over the attack patterns and damage reports, Sesshomaru entered his chamber to get ready for the evening council. The smell of her hit him immediately, so mouth-watering he dared not to pursue the line of thought any further. He glanced at her and stopped in his track. The back of her was suddenly so alluring, he had to take a bite.
She winced and turned, only for him to crash his lips to hers, biting her lip lightly, trying not to harm her. She could only gasp in shock as he ripped her kimono open.
He ravaged her for hours and was still embedded deep within her. She winced when he licked the back of her neck. Even with his lips barely touching her skin, she could feel the protruded fangs and she knew he was being forced into his more demonic form. They finished several hours later, his seed overflowing. He didn't care.
...
The council waited, the men seated warily looking at one another. Sesshomaru would usually be the first to arrive at any meeting, ridiculously early, probably to judge everyone else who came afterwards. Him not being early was strange enough, but he was heavily late as the meeting was supposed to start hours ago. Just as they were about to go find him, he entered the room, reeking of sex so much even humans would have been able to smell it. None dared to comment. He was, after all, a newly mated demon and was not accustomed to the instinct, which is probably why he could not control it for the first day.
It went on for several days, however, and she couldn't take it. He was rough and lasted forever and her human body simply could not follow his pace. She laid spread on the futon, refusing to stir him up further by moving. She was sore and bordering on pain. His mokomoko circled around her like a snake, holding her in an iron grip. His head was hidden in her chest, breathing heavily from his latest orgasm. Is this how demons are supposed to mate? Is this what he wanted when he wasn't holding himself back? The thought of never being able to please him, together with the discomfort of now almost dry coupling, made the fact she was just a pathetic human so much weaker than him so painfully obvious it brought her to tears.
His bloodied, teal eyes rose to her teary ones. As he feared- he had hurt her, damaged her both physically and emotionally as he stared at her with such pained expression it broke her heart. She knew he couldn't control it, she knew he wished he could, she knew he'd never wanted to harm her in the slightest, she knew it was hard on him too. She hugged him, not willing to risk a kiss, and felt him harden inside of her again. His claws lightly scraped her back as he returned the hug. She wasn't sure if she passed out sometime while they were mating or right after but when she was woken, he was already gone.
She cleaned and dressed herself lazily, barely walking how sore she was. Every step was painful. She had puncture wounds on her hips, as well as her shoulder and back. She hated it but he'll have to visit the demoness…
Momoe, a daughter of the ruler of neighbouring kingdom. A pure blooded demoness, with gossip of her prowess in both bed and combat. Her beauty was unmatched, and her grace was only matched by highest aristocratic ladies. His mother adored her. She was everything Rin wasn't… And Sesshomaru will be mating her tonight.
She wasn't sure if she was hurt of relieved. Strange mix of emotion have left her rather impassive about the whole situation, she just settled to being glad she can rest her pained, sore body.
... ...
Sesshomaru had gotten a letter from a servant, which instructed him to go to a chamber that was not his own, which is what he had previously agreed to if it comes to necessity of him mating a demoness. He sighed, that could only mean he had hurt his little mate. Of course, his mother had to bring Momoe. She's been trying to push them together for almost a century now. A pure blooded dog demon, skilled in combat as well as bedroom, her beauty was unparallel- as was her ego and sharp tongue to anyone she didn't fancy. He entered the chambers and saw her nude figure, waiting for him. He rid himself of his clothes and grabbed her head roughly, staring at her smiling face with rapidly reddening eyes. He bit on her neck, drawing blood and she moaned loudly.
Fake. It annoyed him immediately.
He threw her on her stomach, having no need or wish to be gentle with her. Though, he was grateful that he could let loose of control he desperately tried to hold onto. He slammed into her from behind, his claws digging into her hips, that were far too slim. So unlike Rin's toned muscles. Years of walking have made his little mate's ass just to his liking. He imagined her, his petite human mate, being able to take him violently like this. Momoe was much taller than Rin, making the position he was used to awkward, and just reminded him more this wasn't her. He forced her hips lower and impaled her again, he was rough, his claws and teeth piercing skin more than several times.
It was wrong. The perfume scent he would not mind usually, now made his stomach turn, her annoying moans that were too loud for his sensitive ears, the pure annoyance at nothing in particular he suddenly felt. Suddenly, he remembered her scent, and it invaded his senses as if it were real. He growled loudly and got off his confused partner. She turned almost instantly to look at him and her eyes widened in shock- it was a look, and a smile, of a predator. Before she could do anything- he was gone.
Rin was almost asleep when the covers were violently yanked from her body, and in a second her hands were pinned above her. She felt pain at her neck where she realised Sesshomaru had just bit her.
Why was he not with Momoe? The tiniest disappointment of him being with another woman was quickly replaced by realisation she had to go through another sleepless, very sore night.
Come morning, she called for his mother, and when the older woman got into her son's chambers, frowning at such a casual call, Rin couldn't even get up to greet her, and asked if there is a demoness better than Momoe, because Sesshomaru was obviously not satisfied. She called another demoness, and he was on her again that night. She locked the entrance to their chamber, but to no avail, Sesshomaru could easily go through walls let alone paper doors of their chambers. She remembered women dreaming of their husbands lasting long into the night- well, they wouldn't if it actually happened.
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Sesshomaru was finally able to control himself several days later, like coming out of a daze. He went to his chambers after his duties, intent on seeing if his mate is all right- only to see a maid trembling in front of it.
"L-L-Lady Rin has asked me to inform you she wishes to rest today and not to be in your presence my Lord…" She shook like she was waiting for an execution, and he dismissed her with a sigh. She ran for dear life, not even turning.
The next morning Rin opened her eyes, he was besides her, simply caressing her cheek.
"Have you slept well?" His deep voice was void of any emotion, as it always did when he didn't want to deal with emotion he felt.
"Not so much…" Despite a days rest, she was still incredibly worn out from their activities the past 6...
There was a pause, early birds singing outside disturbing the silence that fell between them.
"Have I injured you badly?" His hand stopped, and he stood still, gauging her reaction.
She looked meekly at him. "I'm just glad you're back to your own self." She avoided the question. She wouldn't lie to him, but she would not hurt him either. He knew it though. He bent to kiss her forehead when a loud entrance interrupted the two lovers.
"Oh my, don't you think you've been riding her raw enough already? Off you go, and don't come back until your little mate is well again" Mother shooed Sesshomaru out of (his) chambers and turned to mortified Rin.
"Come dear, let's get you to a healer and fix you up."
Rin supressed a wince with every step, determined not to look weak in front of the older demoness, knowing she was failing. But at least she'll have some dignity left.
They arrived at the healer, Mother's friend "Oh my, Lord Sesshomaru seems to be hiding quite the passion behind that façade." She laughed with InuKimi like it was a joke of sorts. Rin didn't understand it. She politely refused a seat and they laughed again. She blushed slightly, feeling stupid.
"Oh of course you can't. Pity for you Sesshomaru seemed to inherit everything from his father, and so little from me…" She gave a dramatic sigh as if hurt, though everyone knew better than to believe it.
"You'd have less problems if he was a hunter after me." Mother smiled behind her sleeve. Rin was obviously confused- Sesshomaru loved to hunt. And from what she had heard- he WAS a hunter.
"Is… Is he not?" When in doubt -ask.
"Oh no, he's a guard dog like his father. Once something grabs his interest, or God forbid, affections, he'll only part with it if you kill him. Looks like you're going nowhere dear." The tone of her voice was disappointed but she seemed happy. "Oh well, it is a wish of every mother to see her children happy…" Another dramatic sigh left her smiling lips.
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