"Oh, Fawks-san…!"
The woman's voice set her teeth on edge, she paused in her stride, turning to bow to Lady Sachiko. "My lady…"
Sachiko's blond hair tumbled over her shoulders, her silver eyes were sweet and peaceful, a warm smile graced her radiant features. The toddler in her arms giggled and reached out to Fawks, the other woman smiled softly, letting him catch hold of one of her fingers.
"How is the little lordship today?"
"He's just fine, Shino-maru really seems to like you, Fawks-san" Sachiko smiled.
'…like father like son, eh?' Fawks wondered absently.
"I…was hoping our children could play together soon… I spoke to Sho-san about it but he said no…" she sighed.
Fawks said nothing, she hated being around Sachiko. Not only was she beautiful and perfect but she seemed to like Fawks quite a bit. It only made what she and Sessho-maru were doing that much more painful.
Fawks lightly stroked the baby's head before straightening up, "Lord Sessho-maru has summoned me, I must be off…"
Sachiko nodded, "Of course. I would like to meet your daughter, though. I'm sure she's just as beautiful as her mother"
Fawks set her jaw, bowing once again as she turned away from her. Sachiko was a good mate, she didn't deserve what Sessho-maru was doing to her. Whenever they were together, Fawks was so tempted to tell her the truth. To unload all the guilt she'd been carrying in her heart, but every time the chance arose Fawks could only think of herself and her own child. Of how much she wanted Tensei to be safe and of how much she craved Sessho-maru's touch.
'I'm selfish, and only care about myself no matter how much my actions hurt others…Sessho-maru and I truly deserve eachother…'
Fawks moaned softly as Sessho-maru's tongue ran up her neck, his hand parted her kimono, slipping his fingers into her sopping womanhood. She gasped, throwing her head back against his shoulder.
"…so eager, Fawks-chan?" he whispered, nipping at her ear with his sharp fangs.
"…Sessh…kun…" Fawks sighed breathlessly, wriggling against the two claws fingers stretching her entrance. He bared her breasts, cupping one of them, he pinched the nipple making her arch against him.
"…why don't you…go to Sachiko…?" she sighed. Sessho-maru's eyes narrowed and he shoved her roughly down onto his desk, he hiked her kimono over her hips exposing herself to his hungry gaze.
"I don't want her…I want you…"
She heard a rustle of cloth before he thrusted into her. Fawks bit back a cry, her claws gouging the wood of the table.
His pace was always rough and fast, his hips smacking her ass and jarring her entire body. Fawks bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to keep her voice under control as the intense pleasure began to overwhelm her senses. Her breasts dragged painfully against the polished wood of the desk, her nipples aching deliciously.
Sessho-maru growled harshly above her, lost in the sweet pull of her sheath on his girth. He had never experienced such pleasure with Sachiko, making love to her was his duty and he treated it as such, taking her gently, only staying within her long enough to find release and insure his line.
It was only when he made love to Fawks that he could truly enjoy the act, she could take whatever he gave her and more without whimpering about him hurting her. And as Sachiko had grown slack with the birth of their son, Fawks was still as tight as the day he'd first taken her. Even though he knew he should let her go, he couldn't seem to resist her, her body called to him, he found himself craving her touch, her scent, the sound of her voice nearly every waking moment.
Sessho-maru gave a snarl, his release imminent, he dug his own claws into the desk beneath them, fucking her harder as he draped his body over her. A soft groan spilled from Fawks throat as she climaxed, her whole body trembling with the force of it. Sessho-maru slammed his hips against her ass one last time, before following after her, his seed flooding her feminine passage. He stayed within her, emptying himself before finally pulling out.
Fawks whimpered softly as his seed began to run down her thighs, leaving behind a sticky trail. Sessho-maru took a moment to admire the contrast of his white seed on her caramel skin before pressing rice paper between her legs.
"…I can do it myself…" she scoffed straightening up, wincing as more of his spill began to pour out of her.
Sessho-maru moved away from her, fixing his robes, "Is there anything Tensei desires for her birthday?" Fawks glanced at him, vaguely shocked though she knew she shouldn't be. Sessho-maru never forgot their daughter's birthday, in previous years he had sent her toys, a new ball here, a pretty doll there. But it was the first time he'd actually asked. Fawks thought back to the conversation she'd had with Tensei before she left, "She…wants to know who her father is…"